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“He’s an idiot,” Shane said, stroking Laney’s bare ribs. They were naked, languidly touching each other’s bodies, his morning wood pressed to her hip.

“He was just high,” Laney said. “Cocaine makes you do stupid things…”

He gave her a hard look, and she bit his shoulder in admonishment.

“You should apologize to Jenna,” Laney murmured.

“Why? I didn’t do anything!”

“Not for last night,” she kissed the spot she’d bitten. “For how you ended things, with her. She’s still hurt.”

He sighed. “I don’t know, Laney. It’s old news. Feels kind of… redundant. She knows I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Yes, she knows. But it still hurts. If it were me, I’d want to hear it. I’d want you to say the words.”

Shane gave her a withering look, but he knew he wouldn’t win this fight. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll talk to her. After breakfast.”

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips, climbing on top of him, placing her hands on his chest.

“You’ve been… nice. To Jenna,” he said, awkwardly.

“It’s not her fault she fell in love with you,” Laney murmured, tweaking his nose. “Everybody does.”

He smiled at her, and his hand moved to the back of her hair, wrapping her ponytail around his wrist and pulling her head back to expose her throat. He reached upward, his mouth moving on her neck, her pulse quickening beneath his lips.

She shifted her hips on him, pressing her bare pussy against his cock. He could feel the slickness of her sliding along his shaft.

“I need a condom,” he gritted out, his teeth scraping her skin.

“No,” she said, sliding back and forth on him, drowning his resolve in wetness.

“Laney, we’ve talked about this…”

“I’ve been on the pill for months,” she said, continuing her slow torture, her hands flexing against his chest.

“Laney…” he moaned, but he didn’t push her away.

Triumph flared in her eyes, as she knew he was giving in. She always knew when he was giving in.

Because you always give in to her…

“Just tell me when you’re close,” she whispered, lifting her hips and poising herself against the tip of his cock. “Tell me, and I’ll get off, okay?”

He nodded once, and she sank onto him, taking all of him, nothing between them but wet heat and love.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” he whisper-screamed. He could feel all of her, the walls of her soaked pussy contracting around his dick, driving his hips up off the mattress.He pulled her hair involuntarily and she hissed as her head jerked back, her tits exposed and chest heaving in his face.

He released her ponytail and his hands found her hips as she drove down onto him, finding a steady rhythm, her wetness pooling between them so she was riding him like a waterslide.

“I’m not going to last long, like this, Laney…” he panted.

She sped up, her muscles clenching deliciously, his cock kicking so hard he thought it would punch right through her belly.

“Fuck, fuck… I’m gonna come, Laney – I’m gonna come…”

She slid off him and in one swift motion lowered herself between his legs, swallowing him whole, taking him right to the back of her throat.

He exploded in her mouth.

She looked up at him with twinkling green eyes, her mouth full of him and her face full of lust, her hand finding his balls and the other pushing his hips down to keep him from fucking upwards into her mouth and making her choke.

He came, and came, and she swallowed all of it, her eyes hot and heavy and driving him wild.

When she’d sucked him dry, she released his dick with a pop, a satisfied smile on her face, and licked her lips. Then she crawled back up his body and kissed him.

“You taste like us,” he murmured against her lips.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she whispered.