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Christian

“ S o…about last night,” Maya finally says while we’re cleaning up dinner dishes. My pants tighten just at the mention of the night before. I’ve been hoping for a repeat all day and waiting for her to bring it up, even though my palms are sweating anxiously.

“What about it?” I ask, trying to focus on rinsing the salad bowl in my hands and not look too eager.

“This is just physical between us, right? It doesn’t mean anything?”

“Right. Yeah,” I agree with a nod, since that seems to be what Maya wants me to say.

“And have you, are you going to be physical with just me, or are you hooking up with random women when you leave here?”

Turning off the faucet, I grab a towel to dry my hands before facing Maya. “No, baby. I haven’t been with anyone when I leave you and Finley. I’m not planning on it either. I stopped sleeping around when Elle and Preston messed me up with their ploy. Before that, the women, I was just trying to move on, and that was the only way I knew to do it, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” Maya says, giving me a look that says she doesn’t know and that she thinks I sound like a complete jackass.

“I’m not…I don’t want anyone but you,” I tell her as I take her hand, the only contact I’m willing to risk trying while Finley is still awake but getting ready for bed. “Do you want to know what I do at night after I leave here?”

She shrugs, but her pretty brown eyes are filled with curiosity.

“I look at the photos and videos you gave me.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I do! Since I didn’t bring my laptop, I went and bought a new one the night you gave me the flash drive just so I could look through them all. So, no, I’m not screwing around with anyone in the present or thinking about doing so in the future. Every night I’m stuck in the past, looking back at everything I missed.”

Maya’s eyes get a little misty, but she doesn’t say anything sarcastic, which is a win for me.

“You didn’t have, like, one photo of you when you were pregnant on the flash drive.”

“I didn’t want any memories of when I was ten times bigger than normal all over,” she replies.

“Well, I would’ve liked to see you then. I bet you were ten times more gorgeous.”

She playfully slaps at my chest. “You think you’re so smooth…”

“Seriously, Maya,” I tell her when I seize her other hand in mine. “If you need me to sleepover here in Preston’s room at night to prove to you that I’m not sleeping around with anyone else, then I will. I would love to be here with you and Finley than be alone in my hotel room.”

“That’s not necessary. I doubt we would get much sleep if you stayed here,” she says, making me groan at the thought of an entire night in bed with her. “I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page. At the end of the summer, or whenever you leave to go back home, this is over, right?”

“Right,” I agree. Unless I can convince her to move to Greensboro.

Something like disappointment fills her eyes, making me want to take back my reply and try again.

But then Finley is barreling into the kitchen in his dinosaur pajamas with a giant shark book in his hands. “Christian, will you read me a story tonight?”

“Absolutely, buddy,” I tell him. “Go get comfy and I’ll be right there as soon as I finish helping Mommy clean the kitchen.”

“I could read you a story–” Maya starts before Finley takes off running without another word. “It’s like I’m invisible to him now that you’re here,” Maya remarks with a smile.

“Why don’t you go take a long, relaxing bath while I get him tucked in, and then I’ll join you?” I suggest as I tug her closer to me.

Maya rests her palm on my shoulder and shakes her head. “A bath sounds nice, but clothes stay on. For now.”

“Fine,” I agree, giving her a quick peck on the lips while the coast is clear. “But just remember that it’s impossible for me to kiss certain parts of your sexy body if clothes are in the way.”

With that parting comment, I leave her to take out the trash and then go read a bedtime story to my son.

Maya

My bath is anything but relaxing since I can’t stop thinking about what’s going to happen once Christian gets Finley to sleep.

Last night was so hot and unexpected. What if tonight’s anticipation leads to a letdown?

Maybe that would be for the best. If things are awkward with Christian, then it won’t happen again. But it’s never been awkward with him.

After I dry off, I lotion up and then choose my sexiest pajamas—thin, pink satin with skimpy spaghetti straps for the top and shorts small enough that they could be panties for the bottoms.

I brush out my hair and leave it down, apply extra deodorant, and then I’m ready. Or as ready as I’ll ever be to fool around with Christian Riley.

It helps to know from our talk last night that I didn’t do anything wrong our first time. At least, that’s what he claims.

Taking a deep breath, I push aside my nerves and open the bathroom door to find Christian’s big body blocking the way into the bedroom.

There’s no chance to overthink things when his eyes rake over my top and shorts a second before he attacks me.

Grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, he pulls my mouth up to meet his in a fierce kiss. His other hand roughly grabs my ass, yanking me toward him and up. My legs automatically wrap around Christian’s hips. When he presses my back to the wall, his thick erection lines up right against my throbbing core.

Christian groans as he rocks against me, stealing my breath. When his damp lips lower to my neck, he says, “Let me taste you tonight. I’ve wanted to taste you for five years.”

“I-I don’t know,” I stammer, my head spinning already with lust. Clothes should stay on, shouldn’t they?

“I’ll come in my own hand so fast, you won’t even have to touch me.”

The idea of seeing Christian getting himself off like he did years ago is hot enough for me to agree to anything, even if I’m freaking out on the inside about the…intimacy of such an act.

Back when we were dating, I went down on Christian at least three times to put off losing my virginity. He offered to return the favor with his fingers or tongue, but I was always too chicken to let him.

Tonight, though, I finally say, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Christian repeats, sounding surprised as he lifts his mouth from my shoulder.

“Yes.”

The word barely leaves my lips before he carries me over to lay me down on the edge of the bed. Only my head and back are on the mattress. I realize why a second later when Christian tugs my shorts and panties down then throws my bare legs over his shoulders putting his face at eye-level with that sensitive part of me.

He swipes a finger down my slit making me squirm. “You’re going to need a pillow to scream into.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I tell him.

“If you say so,” he replies with a knowing grin before leaning forward to drag his wet tongue along the same path as his finger.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim as my back arches off the mattress.

“Told you so,” Christian says, his warm breath ghosting over my core. He places his big palm on my pelvis to press it down, then starts to lick me so good and fast that I cry out in pleasure. I try to wiggle free, either to get closer or to get away from his tongue, but it’s no use with his strong grip holding my hips down.

And after about five seconds, I stop fighting the exquisite sensation. Shoving my fist into my mouth to keep quiet, my hips lift toward Christian’s mouth demanding more. His chuckle vibrates over my flesh, making me shiver before the tip of his tongue flicks over the perfect spot.

I’m not sure how it happens but my fingers end up tangled in Christian’s hair urging his tongue to go even deeper.

Both hands would’ve been pushing his head down if I didn’t need one in my mouth to muffle my whimpers and moans.

Sound still slips free, getting louder the higher Christian takes me until my toes curl and I finally reach the point of Ohmygodyesyesyes!

Good god. Why didn’t I let him do this years ago on a daily basis when we were dating?

All I know is that I’ll never turn down an offer for oral again. I’ve never been so wet, so…throbbing and empty.

I’m about to beg Christian to take my damn virginity already when I hear his masculine grunt. Glancing down between my legs, I find him sitting back on his heels, his head thrown back, eyes closed, and teeth clenched tight. The muscles in his biceps strain from the rigorous work he’s doing to himself. I lean up on my elbows for a better look of his fist stroking his long hard shaft he at some point freed from his pants, aroused by what he was doing to me with his tongue. When he comes, his release runs over his knuckles. Jesus. The only thing that could make this moment hotter would be if he lost his shirt and the rest of his clothes.

I decide then and there that I hate my stupid ‘keep our clothes on’ rule as I lay my head back on the mattress.

After giving myself another few seconds to recover, I slide off the bed, scooping up my bottoms and panties on the way to quickly clean up in the bathroom. Once I’m done, I bring a washcloth back to Christian, who is still kneeling on the floor, panting heavily.

“Thanks,” he says as he accepts the cloth. His tongue darts out to lick his lips while eyeing my shorts that are back in place. “For the towel and the taste. Guess we’re not playing a second or third period after this little intermission?”

“One period was more than enough for tonight,” I tell him with a smile as I take a seat on the edge of the bed.

I watch as he cleans himself up, gets to his feet, and fixes up his pants. “Until tomorrow night?”

Nodding, I wet my own lips and tell him, “Tomorrow night, it’s my turn for a taste.”

“Oh fuck,” Christian groans as he throws his head back. “How am I supposed to leave or get any sleep tonight when I’ll be counting down the seconds?”

“You’ll survive,” I assure him. “I’ll walk you out.” I stand up and head for the bedroom door. If he stays any longer, I have a feeling that things won’t end with me going down on him.

At the front door, I unlock it and hold it open for Christian, who wraps an arm around my waist and kisses me goodbye. He kisses me with the enthusiasm of how much he’s looking forward to tomorrow in every stroke of his tongue against mine. Even though I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, I’m not embarrassed. How could I be when it’s one of the hottest kisses of my life? All of my kisses have come from Christian, and they’ve all been scorchers.

Finally, he pulls back and places a last soft last kiss on my cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you then,” I agree breathlessly before he grins and swaggers off to his car, knowing I won’t get much sleep tonight either now.