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I’m filled with Easton Wells’ cum.

I was just filled with his cock.

And he spent the morning thinking about wanting me.

My brain finally caught up to the moment, and I realized Easton wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t touching me. My lids shot open to find him staring down at me. It would’ve made me feel vulnerable—and not in the way I wanted—if not for the blazing heat in his expression.

Like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to focus, his eyes roved from my breasts, down to where I was tender and used, to my face, then back again.

“Every damn inch. Perfection.” He lowered his body back to cover mine, kissing me as he rolled so I straddled him. Evenonce we pulled away to breathe, he held me close, palming my head as my cheek rested against his chest and his heartbeat thumped in my ear.

It nearly lulled me to sleep until he ordered, “Decide what you want to do today.”

We just did it.

“I figured I would leave soon?—”

The rest of my words cut off when he lifted my shoulders so he could glare up at me. “Did you lie about doing your assignments?”

My brow furrowed. “No.”

“Then why the hell would you leave?”

I wasn’t sure how it worked when sex for the first time happenedaftera sleepover. Beyond that, I already knew that Easton went into the office on Sundays. Which wasn’t saying much because he did that daily, but he’d mentioned that he utilized the slow day to handle clerical shit and preparations for the upcoming week.

Leaving just seemed to make sense.

“You have work,” I said.

“Not today.”

“It’s fine,” I tried.

“It sure as fuck isn’t. Here’s how this is going to go,” he started before rolling again so he once again loomed over me. “I’m going to run downstairs to get your coffee that’s been waiting in my fridge. By the time I get back, you’re going to decide what youwant to do today with me. Though fair warning, I’m going to spend the day enjoying the fact I canfinallyfucking touch you by getting you close to coming as often as possible until you beg me. Then I’m going to end the night with you in my bed and me in you. So plan wisely.”

He didn’t give me the chance to respond—though what could I even say to that? He dropped down to press a hard but entirely too quick kiss to my mouth before standing.

When he stood and pulled on his shorts, I surveyed the room in search of my panties and dress. I wasn’t sure how bad the damage was, but I hoped it was minimal.

Only, I wasn’t able to check because it was gone.

“Have you seen my clothes?” I asked.

He paused and looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “I sent the dress with Owen when he dropped off your coffee. It’s with my tailor.”

“So… I have no clothes?”

His gaze dropped to the discarded tee on the floor.

“No actual clothes,” I amended.

“Guess you definitely won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He walked into the hall, though his voice—and the humor in it—carried when he added, “Like I said, plan wisely.”

Hell.

Chapter 24

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