Page 12 of Rock My Girl

The thick tip of his finger darted inside me just a bit, gathering up my juices before stroking my clit again. My humming moan grew louder as Ford finally broke off our dreamy kiss.

"That's it, gorgeous," he whispered. "Relax. Come for me, baby."

It was too much to take: Ford being so tender and caring. Calling me baby, which thrilled me to the core. The way he already knew where to touch me, igniting every single nerve. An electrical surge flowed through me as I trembled.

He dipped inside again, making me wonder what it would feel like when he took me with more than his fingers. A bit more pressure on my clit was all it took to send me over the edge.

"Ford," I moaned, clutching him desperately as the delicious waves of pure bliss washed through me.

His grin lit me up from the inside. "That's it, my sexy baby."

I felt so safe quivering in his arms until the climax subsided. He simply held me, still stroking gently before removing his hand to lick his fingers. I loved that he shuddered hard when he tasted me, smiling widely.

"Now that we're both awake," Ford said, "I'll make breakfast and we can get back to work."

I was both astounded and slightly disappointed, even though he was right. If we ended up totally naked, we'd never get any work done. I didn't know his exact timeline, but it sounded tight.

The sexy rock star with a great work ethic was inspiring in so many ways.

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