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Present Bee revelled in the sweet little nothings he whispered in my ear, the deep slide of his thick cock, and the sweat slicking the skin between our bodies.

“You make me lose my mind, Vindur.” He whispered something in Suitian I didn’t quite understand, then sped up.

“Get up on your knees,” Kjartan growled, dragging my ass up. He held onto my shoulders as he fucking pounded my ass, coming in under five minutes and sinking his tusks into my shoulder.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered through the mate bite. It triggered another climax, ruining the fresh sheets even more.

“You know lunch sounds like a great idea, babe,” I sighed as we lay in the puddle of our combined releases, the sweat drying onour bodies, and holding hands. The one with the missing finger joint had stopped being a point of insecurity for him several weeks ago. “But you might have to bring it back to bed.”

“Oh no. You have a shower, and I’ll snuggle you up on the couch with your favourite blanket. You can eat there. And afterwards I can eat you.”

I snorted. “You have a lot of trust in my ability to stay awake after being marathon fucked and getting a home cooked meal from my hot boyfriend.”

“I’ll wait until you are awake again.”

“Or we’ll finally try somnophilia.”

“Didn’t you just tell me you would be too sore and tired?” Kjartan got up, his soft dick slapping the top of his thigh.

I licked my lips. “I lied.”

Kjartan winked at me as he swaggered into the bathroom to clean up.

So freaking sore.

But I’d be fine discussing the layout of Breeze & Beans with Struan. Maybe I could bring a pillow and sit down somewhere. I’d be fine. As long as he kept loving me like that I certainly would.

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