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Chapter Twenty

Lainey

I open my eyes, surprised when it’s not Bash’s guest room I see.

His bedroom has simple white walls with no decor. A framed black-and-white photo of his parents sits on his dresser beside another one of Kramer, his childhood dog.

I used to peek through my bedroom blinds to see him when he walked Kramer, a beagle. Every evening, they’d go by, Kramer’s nose to the ground and his tail wagging.

His king-size bed is firm and comfortable. I fell asleep so quickly after I took a shower and put on the pajamas he requested.

“Hey, good morning.”

His morning voice is even deeper than his usual one, and it sends a delicious shiver down my spine. He’s lying next to me, shirtless, looking at his phone.

“Good morning.”

He sets his phone down and turns onto his side, facing me. “How’d you sleep?”

“So good. You?”

“Great.” He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “Since we’re both off today, I was thinking we could have our second date.”

Warmth fills my chest. “Were you? What did you have in mind?”

“Thought we could go out for breakfast, maybe do some shopping. Have you ever been to the West Side Market?”

“No.”

“It’s nice. Lots of produce and fresh meat and fish. We could get something to make for dinner tonight.”

My gaze slides from the shadow of scruff on his cheeks down to his chest. I’ve seen it before—muscles for days and dark hair—but there’s something about seeing it when he’s beside me in bed that’s next level.

“I’m down for all of the above, but I’d like to make an addition.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Morning sex.”

His lips part, quirking at the corners. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He comes closer, about to kiss me, when I put my hand over his mouth. “First, we have to both brush our teeth. I know too much about the science of morning breath—sorry.”

His laugh tickles over my fingers. “You’re good. I’ll go get a root canal right now if that’s what it takes.”

He’s out of bed and in the bathroom in about three seconds flat. I bite my lip because even though he was practically sprinting, I still got to enjoy the view of him in nothing but boxers.

I’ve never dreamed I’d have all six feet, two inches and two hundred twenty pounds of Sebastian Stone focused entirely on me in bed. I’m nervous but mostly excited. I’m not letting IBS ruin this for me again.

When I get to the bathroom, Bash is inside the separate toilet room, peeing. I hurry into my bathroom upstairs and pee, brush my teeth and swish around some mouthwash.

I give myself a little high five in the mirror and then go back downstairs, checking off boxes in my head.

Legs: shaved. Pits: also shaved. Vag: kinda trimmed. Breath: good.

When I get back into the bedroom, Bash is lying there on his side, his erection tenting his boxers.

I suck in a breath, wishing I could take a picture of him right now. But why look at a picture when I have the real thing? He’s warm and hard and waiting for me .

“Get over here right now.”

His command makes excitement swirl in my stomach. I take a step forward, then stop, reaching for the first button on my pajama shirt. When I unfasten it, Bash’s eyes widen.

“Fuck yes, baby. Strip for me.”

He gets to his knees on the bed, his erection infusing me with confidence. I move a little closer–slowly—and keep unbuttoning my shirt. Once it’s all the way open, I stand at the foot of the bed and open it for him, sliding it off my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.

“So beautiful,” he breathes, mesmerized.

I take a step back and slide my sleep shorts down, my underwear going down, too. Bash’s lips part and he scrambles out of his boxers like his life depends on it.

I’ve never felt so powerful. He’s on his knees for me in every way right now.

“Remember what I said I wanted,” I say softly.

“Yes. But I love you, Lane. Whatever I say in this bed, I want you to know up front that I fucking love you so much I can hardly breathe.”

I nod, my heart bursting with happiness. “I love you, too, Bash. And I’m on birth control. So as long as you don’t have?—”

“I don’t. I get tested every four weeks by the team doctor.”

He gets out of bed, putting his hands on my waist. His gaze is wolfish, making me feel like prey. I love it.

“Good girls don’t tease. Are you teasing me, Delaney?”

“No.” My core clenches with arousal. “Yes. Am I?”

“Yes.”

He weighs one of my breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing over my nipple. “You want these sucked, don’t you?”

“Yes.” It’s not just my face but my whole body that flushes.

His gaze tracks down. “That orange hair on your cunt is sexy as fuck. Don’t ever shave it.”

Oh God. I’m dead. Bash just killed me by saying the word cunt .

He brushes his thumb over my curls, lightly running the tip of his thumb down my slit. I look away, overwhelmed by sensation, but he tips my chin back up so we’re eye to eye.

“I’m gonna fill this sweet cunt up. Stretch it out and fuck it hard.”

I moan softly.

“But first, you’re gonna get on your knees for me.”

He wraps a hand around his cock, his order coming out in a rasp. I drop to the floor on my knees, my nipples pebbled. This is more incredible than any fantasy I’ve ever had.

The corners of his lips tilt up as he rakes his fingers into my hair, guiding my head toward his large, thick erection. When I slide my lips over his head, he groans.

“Such a good girl. You’re a hungry little whore, aren’t you?”

I hum my enthusiastic agreement.

“Hungry for my cock. Desperate for my cum.”

I take as much of him as I can, my hand wrapped around the base of his cock. After about a minute, he pulls back, reaching down to help me up.

He gets in bed, stretching out on his back. His heated gaze rakes up and down my body.

“Ride my cock. I want to watch you get your little cunt off. I want the sweet, innocent woman I love to show me what a dirty little slut she really is.”

“Bash, I’ve never...done that.” I tuck my hair behind my ear, self-conscious.

“Even better. Come on, I know you want it.”

I do. I really, really do, but I don’t want to mess it up. I walk over to the side of the bed and put a knee on it. Bash, propped up on his elbows, nods toward his gleaming erection, pointing straight up at the ceiling.

“Don’t make me wait. I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

His mouth is even sexier than the rest of him. I’m so turned on, and obviously, he is, too.

Fuck it. He’ll help me if I mess up. I straddle him, a satisfied groan leaving his lips as he lines himself up at my entrance. His groan intensifies as I sink down onto him.

He’s much bigger than I’ve had before. I get about halfway down his length before I pull back up, my eyes finding his.

“So fucking good.” His hands are wrapped around my waist, supporting me.

When I move again, going a little farther this time, he makes a strangled noise. I don’t know if it’s possible to mess this up. He seems to be loving it, and I love the full feeling of him inside me.

“Lean forward,” he says. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

I do, crying out when I sink even farther onto him. It’s a full feeling, but it doesn’t hurt. It actually feels amazing.

He guides my hips up and down, and I quickly see why he told me to move. In this position, my clit is rubbing up and down his cock with every thrust.

“Oh...I like that,” I breathe. “Keep doing that.”

It’s not just me fucking him—he’s thrusting up into me, his hold on my waist keeping me steady. This isn’t just good—it’s amazing. I’ve always been a passive participant in sex, but this time I’m doing what’s good for me.

I reach for the headboard, wrapping one hand around the top of it. It positions me perfectly, and I moan every time he’s all the way inside me because it’s everything. We’re moving faster now, arousal swelling hard and fast inside me.

“I’m gonna fill your cunt up.” His voice is strained. “I’m gonna come inside you so hard.”

His words and the way he pinches my nipple tip me over the edge. I ride him with abandon, crying out his name and every swear word I know as I reach a blissful peak and ride it out.

I’m coming down, breathless, when he grips my waist tighter and thrusts up into me twice, holding himself deep inside as he groans hard and finds his release.

“Holy fuck.” He lets go of me and drops his head back to the bed. “I might’ve just blown a hole through your back.”

I slide off him and curl up beside him, limp with satisfaction. “Worth it.”

He tilts my chin up for a soft, slow kiss. “You’re incredible.”

“Thanks for finally realizing it,” I crack.

He kisses me again. “If I’m being honest, the first time I felt an attraction to you was at your twenty-first birthday party.”

Eric rented out a local bar for the occasion, and I remember that Bash was there, but I don’t recall seeing much of him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You looked really curvy and sexy in that denim dress.”

I consider. “I did gain fifteen pounds my sophomore year of college.”

“I hadn’t seen you in a while, and you looked damn good. But I didn’t make a move because you were in college and...it just wouldn’t have worked.”

“And then I started dating he who shall not be named.”

He moves his hand to my breast, cupping it. “If you’d gone through with the wedding, I would have responded when they asked if anyone objected until I got dragged out of the church. Then I would’ve busted out a window and kept objecting.”

“Really?”

“I’m used to fighting for what I want.”

I kiss him, imagining myself falling into his arms while wearing a wedding dress. It’s...nice. Really nice.

“So now you want to get ready and go out for the day?” I ask.

He sighs heavily. “I did suggest that, didn’t I?”

“We could always go out later. For lunch?”

A smile plays on his lips. “Dinner. I’ll make us some lunch later. And don’t worry, I’ll carry you to dinner.”

I frown. “Why would I need that?”

“Because you won’t be able to walk.”

I smile, my girly parts already tingling with anticipation. “We’ll see about that, Mr. Stone. It would take a lot of fucking for that to happen.”

“That’s exactly what I have planned.”