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“For real?”

I nod again.

“Really for real?”

“Yes! And I know it’s not something we ever talked about or even anticipated because we were just a business agreement and then this really hot fling and then things got so messy and I?—”

Ren’s mouth crashes against mine as he sweeps me up in his strong arms, seemingly ignoring the pain in his injured shoulder. I’m spun around until my stomach flips and my heart is racing in my ears, until I’m gasping against Ren’s lips with my stomach twisting into knots.

“Does this mean you’re not mad?” I gasp as the kiss breaks.

“Holy shit,” Ren laughs. “Mad is not what I’m feeling. I’m…I’m shocked, holy shit but this is amazing. This is so…” He leans back and looks down at my stomach, then when he looks back up at me there’s nothing but love and awe in his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Ren kisses me again, deeper this time and once he starts, he doesn’t stop. Not that I let him. With racing pulses and adrenaline flooding me at the prospect of our new future, I’ve never felt more alive.

We make love on the hood of my car under the glittering stars with nothing but love in our hearts.

39

ROMAN

“Careful!” Jasmine’s moan turns into a warning gasp and she leans up on one elbow, looking utterly disheveled. Her hair is sticking up in all directions, her skin is flushed from my eager attention on my path down her body and her lips are perfectly red from my kisses. “Your shoulder!”

I kiss her inner thigh and drag the flat of my tongue very slowly through her pussy, from hole to clit, as I lift my head and look at her in her pleasure-fogged eyes. “Darling, my shoulder is fine. Trust me.”

She bites back a moan by nibbling her lower lip. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me,” I say. “Put your leg on my shoulder or I’m not going to let you come for the rest of the day.”

Jasmine rolls her eyes in defeat and slumps back down against the pillows with a pouting groan that immediately turns into a moan as I bury my face back against her pussy. Her concern, while loving and valid, is purely from her overworrying. It’s been a few weeks since I was released from hospital and I’m healing well. Nothing is getting in the way of me and her.

Her moans trickle like pearl droplets through the air toward me, and both her legs finally rest over my shoulders where they belong. One of her hands slides into my hair and grips on tightly, so I focus on how her grip tightens and relaxes depending on where I place my tongue and how much pressure I use. I learned how to please her a long time ago, but I’m always on the lookout for changes.

Plus, Jasmine’s had three orgasms already this morning, so she’s overly sensitive which makes her moans sound deliciously whiney, something I absolutely love. Her clit throbs under my tongue, swollen fat from constant attention from my lips and tongue. As I wrap my lips around it once again and suckle gently, I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy.

Her thighs tighten briefly around my head and become a lock when I curl my fingers and press firmly against her G-spot.

From there, I switch between soft flicks of the top of my tongue and deep thrusts of my fingers to rapid flicks of my tongue and lazy strokes of my fingers. Each time Jasmine’s core quivers and her walls tighten, signaling she’s getting close, I switch it up and her moans of frustration are music to my ears.

I tease her, torment her, and unravel her until she comes with a hoarse scream and nearly rips several strands of my hair out.

I’m not complaining.

Her slick coats my tongue and I drink her down until she’s a quivering, trembling mess with her knees jerking of their own accord. Only then do I come up for air.

“Holy…shit.” Jasmine’s panting heavily, spread out on the bed looking comically deflated. Sweat glistens over her skin like glitter and her perky nipples entice me in. I crawl up her body, lovingly kissing her abdomen then higher. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suck briefly and then kiss my way up to her parted, panting lips.

“Good?” I smirk, already knowing the answer.

Jasmine tries to speak, but all that comes out is an exhausted moan. Kissing her repeatedly, I nuzzle into her then roll to the side and draw her in against my bare chest.

“So good,” Jasmine croaks after a moment. “Though I don’t think I’ll be sitting comfortably for a week.”

“Only a week? I need to work harder.”

“How tempting. Although I have a meeting at twelve with Theresa.”