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“Prolific?” He laughs. “I call it stamina. Should we test out your choice of words, Syn? When I eat you out, finger you until you come, or pound inside your pussy until you see stars, will you be telling me I’m prolific or have stamina?”

He has had more sex partners than I have, but I can keep up, thank you very much, and I tell him so.

He rubs his chin. “Hmm, is that so?”

I hold back the urge to wipe the smirk off his face. “So.”

“Are you telling me you would forego a tour of the city and would rather spend it in bed?”

“Afraid you won’t be able to keep up with my prolific demands and stamina?”

Smiling, he cups the back of his head. His T-shirt rides up, showing off his steel abs. His low-hung jeans slide down his hips, giving me a mouthwatering view of his V-cut and strip of dark hair disappearing down there.

“Not afraid at all, Pixie Dust. Show me what you got.”

“You asked for it. Strip, champ. Let’s get this out of our system.”

He yanks off his shirt. Slides off his jeans and boxers, giving me a hell of a show. Good God, those grabbable hips, thick thighs, oodles of dark hair on his legs, hismonstererection. He put that thing inside me this morning? I swallow down my nervousness.

“One full day of you won’t be enough, Syn.”

“It has to be.”

“Give me a different option.”

“Like what?”

“You’re the smart one, baby.”

“Fine.” I lick my lips, ready for him to put his hands and mouth on me and his cock inside me. “Friends with benefits. No more. No less. If anyone asks, we disavow our FWB arrangement.”

“Disavow? Like we never slept together?”

“Yes, Taron.”

“For the record, I’m not fine with that. If I had my say, I’d be shouting to the world you’re mine, Syn Winters, but to keep you at my side and in my bed, you have yourself a deal.”

“Good, now get over here and make me come until I see stars.”

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Taron

Syn has never been this wild before, and I am digging this new her.

That sliver of metal gliding over my cock as she blows me will be the death of me. I sink into the bed, ball the covers in my hands, and concentrate on not coming in her mouth. Her mouth is tight, wet, hot, taking in my length and thickness with ease.

And the slurping noises she makes, the way her cheeks hollow . . . I close my eyes and groan. Jesus, she has no gag reflex.

Syn goes faster. Takes me deeper. I fist my fingers in her hair, and with my other hand on the back of her head, I guide her up and down my cock. She’s between my thighs with her knees tucked under her, her beautiful tits bouncing with every bob of her head.

“Syn. Fuck, baby, you’re so good with your mouth.”

Her eyes slide up. They are hooded. A flush paints her pale cheeks crimson. Syn is beautiful, sexy, and she is mine. Releasing my hold on her hair, I skim my fingertip over the purple balls above and below her right brow.

“Sexy. So fucking sexy.”

Next, I sweep my finger under my cock and caress the strip of metal hugging her bottom lip. Her lips loosen around my steel rod, and eyes closed, she licks up and down my shaft. Heat coils in my groin. Cool metal heats my throbbing flesh with every stroke, gliding over the ridges of my cock. I go from simmering to boiling in a heartbeat.