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“Mm, I take it back. I need a snack before dinner.”

Playfully, I tugged her forward until I knelt above her sweet pussy. Her lids dropped halfway over her blue eyes, shadowing them. I stroked across her thighs, holding her open for my attention and leaned in, nuzzling at her sweet nectar. Her fingers clawed into the mattress as my tongue traced her folds, stopping at her clit, and I smiled.

She was wet and puffy, pouting for my attention. Easing into her slick heat and retreating, finding the rhythm that made her clench and arch off the bed became my only mission in life. Taste and retreat. Stroke and seek.

Anya hit the mattress like she was tapping out, and I chuckled against her sweet flesh.

“Drew!” Her voice was rough and demanding.

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes.No.” She scowled, the fierce expression somewhat softened by the way she lay splayed beneath me.

“Which is it, honey?”

“Condom.Now.”

Doing as she bid only took a moment. Our coupling was fast and furious, more an expression of pent-up lust than anything else. Rocking into her, losing myself again and again as she gripped my cock with her internal muscles threatened my ability to breathe. It was wild what she did to me. I’d had her only a few hours ago. But I couldn’t get enough of her taste. Her smell. Her softness.

Each thrust only made me want her more. Want to root my cock into her and never leave. The punishing pace of ourlovemaking sent delicious thrills of friction radiating from my base to my spine, and I closed my eyes, grunting gently as I came.

I dropped to the bed, my sides heaving as I tried to catch my breath. “Shit, sorry Sunny Girl. That hit me faster than I expected.” I shook my head ruefully. “The things you do to me. I should apologize for making you come only once before I did.”

She held up two fingers.

“I guess you took dinner being late as a personal challenge,” she said, cracking a smile that was a gorgeous mix between exhaustion and satisfaction.

Anya lay spread beneath me, shirt rucked up, underwear hanging off one ankle. She was a mess. And I loved it. Enough that it shook me.

I took care of my condom and zipped my fly. Our friends would probably guess what we’d been doing, but I’d wear my mussed hair and wrinkled clothing as a badge of honor if it meant Anya and I were together. Nothing else mattered.

Her lazy smile reached into my chest and squeezed. I was already standing on the edge of something dangerous, the line between for now and forever blurring with every breath. She made me feel like I could conquer the world. Or burn it down for her—whatever kept her safe.

I dropped a tender kiss on her mouth, pulling away reluctantly. “How can I help with dinner?”

She giggled, the lighthearted sound making me grin. She smoothed her hair down and tugged her clothing back into order.

“Not ravishing me in the kitchen was a good first step. Thankfully, the oven wasn’t on. C’mon, lover boy. You can help me finish now that you’ve helped mefinish.”

Anya sang along to the pop music playing as she worked. She looked light and carefree. Maybe a little wrinkled, but not like awoman whose ex was threatening her, and I wanted to give her more moments just like this.

I poured glasses of wine, passing one to Anya before dropping a kiss on her neck.

Vi slid the back door open, toeing off her shoes as she took in my presence in her kitchen. “Don’t you two look cozy.”

“Hey. How’s the migraine?” I asked.

“Better. Rae texted that she and Luce are on their way. Not sure about the guys. Lee has a tendency to get wrapped up in his writing and lose track of time. Someone might need to go pry him out of his writing cave.”

“Let me guess—you volunteer as tribute?” I teased. Lee seemed oblivious, but Vi didn’t take baked goods to any of my other friends when they were sick. Just Lee.

She shrugged. “If I need to. I could use the walk. We were busy at the shop today. Do you guys need any help?”

“Nah, we have it covered. Go relax,” Anya said.

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best?”

“Thanks,” I answered.