Page 149 of Forgotten Comeback

The pleasure’s still there, smoldering in the background.

My nails rake his stomach, and I raise up and kiss my artwork over his heart. “I love you.”

“Amore mio, lo sono pazza di te.”

“What do those Portuguese words mean?” I moan.

“I lied about the Portuguese; it’s Italian. I said, ‘My love, I’m crazy for you.’”

“You’re not crazy.” I cup his cheeks.

“And you’re not crazy,” he assures me. “Let’s be not crazy together.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He kisses me, and the most blissful orgasm rolls through my body.

Peaceful. Perfect.

Sweet, even.

Gavin grinds out his release, collapsing beside me and pulling me into his arms.

“Gavin, that was?—”

“Alright,” he says in a bored tone.

It’s my turn to growl as I jerk his face inches from mine.

His body vibrates with laughter. “It was out-of-this-world amazing, and you damn well know it.”

“Mmm,” I agree, smiling against his lips.

His palm lands on my ass cheek with a firm swat, and I yelp in surprise. “Now, about me getting inside this ass…”

“You’ll get access to my back door when I get access to yours.”

He howls with laughter, giving my ass cheek a rough squeeze, and I giggle.

Well, we tried for sweet.

Chapter

Fifty-Seven

Gavin

“The locker rooms are still under construction, so my asshole can rest easy for now,” I say, giving Taylor the grand tour of my new boxing club. “What do you think?”

“That your asshole needs to stop being such a pussy, and that I love the new club.”

A smirk plays on my lips, even though she’s probably right. “I’m thirty-four. Ancient in boxing years.”

She pats my cheek. “I love helping the elderly.”

I chuckle, holding open the ropes, and her luscious ass climbs through. Joining her, I explain, “What I was going to say is that win or lose, this is my last go in organized boxing.”

“But you love boxing,” she protests.