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The sexiest sound I’d ever heard vibrated in his chest as I lined us up and lowered onto him. Sucking in deep breaths, I adjusted to his size as the nerve endings in my girly bits celebrated the intrusion. The moment I was fully seated and he moved, my eyes rolled to the backs of my eyes with more pleasure than I could have ever imagined or read in one of my books.
Each touch, kiss, and thrust pushed me closer, until my body bowed at the force of my climax.
A couple of orgasms later, Grayson pulled a blanket over us where we lay on my new reading chair. I tucked my face into the crook of his neck and sighed happily.
“I didn’t expect to break in any of the furniture for a while,” he said.
I kissed the skin covering his pulse and grinned. “Thank you.”
“Not that I’m complaining about anything we just did, but I’d have been happy with just your gratitude.”
“What’s that on the wall?” I asked, pointing above us.
“That’s for Rita. She can climb up the walls and hide.”
My heart swelled with emotion. “What makes you think she’ll come over here?”
“I took a chance that you’d bring her with you sometimes.”
Exhausted from our lovemaking and cocooned against him, I muttered, “Grayson?”
He ran his fingers through my hair. “Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t break my heart.”
* * *
The next morning, I slowed to a walk and raised my face to the sky. The sun had just reached the horizon, its warmth beginning to chase away the dew.
“Is it me or was she running at a faster pace?” one student whispered.
Someone exhaled loudly before coughing. “Definitely faster.”
“She’s in a better mood. That’s for sure,” Leila commented.
I grinned to myself as I tuned out the rest of their words and relived the highlight reel of sex with Grayson. He’d been a generous lover and eager to learn every inch of my body. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience. Jealousy reared its ugly head when I wondered how he’d come by his skill. Before I filled with the ugly emotion, I reminded myself I’d not been innocent or virginal before his return.
Reaching the school, we lined up to stretch, and a delicious ache reminded me it had indeed been a long time since I’d slept with anyone.
Sex was like running. If I did it regularly, I was less sore over time.
Chapter 12
“Wow, wow, wooooow!” Cami said, grinning like the loon she was. “I knew Gray was good, but I didn’t imagine how much game that man has.”
Biting into an experimental donut filled with peanut butter and jelly, I nodded. “These are really good!”
“Thanks, I think I want to try to make one that tastes like a piña colada, but so far, all the ones I’ve made have beenawful.”
“Oh, when you figure that one out, you know who to call,” I said and winked.
“Of course. So what did Rita think of this room?”
Shaking my head, I grabbed a chocolate croissant to complement the PBJ taste lingering in my mouth. “What if you put a chocolate glaze over the PBJ donut?”
Cami tossed her hands in the air. “Why did I not think of this already?”
I chuckled. “Rita hasn’t seen the room yet. I don’t want her getting any ideas.”
