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Even as he continued to hold my stare, his body stiffened.

“Come, Cody. For me. Do it.” I said the words low—but with urgency. I didn’t know if they’d have the desired effect—or if he even needed my permission.

With one long groan, he came.

Cum spurted from him and, despite his best efforts to direct it to my chest, it sort of went everywhere.

I laughed—I couldn’t help myself.

He rolled his eyes, with a little smirk on his face.

Slowly, he started to slacken.

I held my arms open.

He dropped back to the floor—with his knees on the pillow. He pressed his cheek to my belly. In a puddle of cum.

I slid one hand to cup the exposed cheek and, with the other, ran a finger through the cum. I brought it to my lips and tasted.

He laughed.

“Tastes amazing.”

“If you say so.” He burrowed even further against me.

I clutched him tighter.

How long we stayed like that, I couldn’t have said.

Chapter Ten

Cody

Ashower was a necessity as my cum had gone everywhere.

Everywhere.

While I started to make dinner, Lorcan insisted on cleaning the couch. He was also the one who put the laundry in the machine and turned it on.

He wore my bathrobe. A tight fit and I loved being able to look at his sexy knees, calves, and feet.

I’d thrown on an old T-shirt and a pair of sleep pants. No way was I going anywhere tonight.

When he’d finished cleaning everything—and even returned the cleaning solution to the cupboard under the sink—he slid onto one of my four barstools at the island in the kitchen.

I’d put the spaghetti noodles in a pot of boiling water and was keeping an eye on that while defrosting the veggie meatballs.

He picked up the box and read.

Well, squinted.

“Do you own reading glasses?”

He arched an eyebrow at me. Then rolled his eyes. “I have a pair. They’re in my truck.”

“And you remember to take them in at night so you’re not squinting?”

“I can adjust the font on my e-reader.”

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