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He chuckles and kisses my lips. “I get hard just looking at you, Sabina. Yes, I can go again so soon. I want to feed you first, though.”

I sit at the table until the omelette is ready, then eat while he has a quick shower. I’m washing my hands in the sink when he walks back into the kitchen, although this time he’s stark naked.

“And this time it’s on purpose,” he says, winking, making me crack up laughing. He comes up and lifts me in his arms, picking me up like one would a bride, and I emit a girly squeal. He lays me down on the couch and starts to slide off my denim shorts, going down on his knees. I watch him, feeling so overwhelmed with him, but in a good way. In the best way, like I can’t believe he’s here with me right now, making me feel so happy, butterflies in my stomach, like life is so fucking amazing. Because he made it that way. He runs his fingers over my white lace panties, then slides them down too. I want his mouth on me again, but I’m too shy to ask for it. I just watch him instead, waiting for him to make his next move.

“What do you want, Sabina?” he asks, as if reading my mind.

“Ummm,” I mumble, leaning back on the couch.

“Yes?” he prompts.

“I want your mouth on me again,” I say in a quick rush of words.

“You want my mouth where?” he asks, touching the inside of my thigh. “Here?”

“Well you could start there,” I say, making him laugh softly.

“And where do you want me to end?” he asks, kissing my thigh on the exact spot his fingers were.

I clear my throat. “My pussy.”

“Hmmm,” he hums, smiling at me. “Anytime you want my mouth on you, just tell me, Sabina. And you’ll get what you want.”

He lowers his head to taste me.

I smile and moan at the same time.



*****



“We’re going to have to get out of bed eventually,” I say, lying on top of him. “Should we order some food or something?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” he says, reaching out for his phone. “What do you feel like?”

“Are you going to order food with your dick still inside of me?” I ask him, eyes going wide. I try and move off him but he keeps me in place with a hand on my spine.

“Why? What’s wrong with it? It’s not like they’re going to know what we’re doing right now,” he says, sounding amused.

“Yeah, but that’s not the point,” I say, lifting my head and resting my palms on his chest.

“Chinese?” he asks, pressing buttons on his phone. He brings the phone to his ear, a smirk on his face. “Hello, yes, could I please place an order for delivery.” He waits a second, then says, “Yes, I’m inside my girl right now, just in case you wanted to know.”

My eyes go the size of saucers as I try and grab the phone from him. I get it in my hand and look at the screen, but the bastard wasn’t even on a call. He starts laughing like he’s the funniest man on earth, while I roll off him, pick up a pillow, and start hitting him with it.

“You gave me a heart attack!” I growl, shaking my head at him. “And you better actually order some Chinese now.”

He laughs again, softer this time, and reaches his hand out to me. “I will. Get back in bed.”

I climb back on the bed and dive under the sheets while he actually orders this time. He rattles off my apartment address then hangs up, instantly enfolding me in his arms. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of just being next to him, my skin pressed against his, knowing that I made the right decision to give the two of us a chance. There’s no way any other man could have made me feel like this.

It’s just him.

We’re in our little bubble now, and I’m not going to worry about what is beyond it.

He runs his fingers through my hair and starts to massage my head.

“That feels so good,” I murmur, in a complete state of bliss.

“Why don’t you tell me about everything you’ve been up to since I saw you last?” he says in a soft tone. “All about your travels, everything. No detail is too small.”

I smile. “Okay.”

And I tell him everything about where I went, who I met, and what adventures I got up to. And he listens, hanging on to my every word like no one else ever has before.





Chapter Sixteen

We venture out the next day.

We decide to take a road trip down south, where we will spend two nights. It’s nice to get out of the city sometimes, and I can only imagine the place that Dean booked for us to stay. I told him I wanted to pay but he pretty much ignored me. He better let me pay for something at least during this trip, because I want to contribute in some way. At least I paid for the petrol, but only because if he got out of the car it would have drawn attention. I think he’s a strong and gracious person to not complain about not being able to do normal everyday things. Little things, like walking into a store without people wanting to take photos. It has to be tiring, but he never complains. He truly loves what he does, and I need to understand that being with him comes with a lot of different things. I need to accept all of those things.