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I nod as I kiss my way up his neck and nibble on his ear.

“I just need like two minutes to get hard again.”

He chuckles. “I need longer than that. I’m old.”

“You are not. At least your knees aren’t. They held up really well.”

“I was motivated,” he says with a laugh.

I burrow in further, realizing that my weight may be suffocating, but he doesn’t stop me, just holds me a little tighter.

Minutes later he shifts beneath me, and I feel the whisper of his voice against my skin. “As well as my knees held up, my back might not. Want to move this to the bedroom?”

Fuck yes, I do. I nearly launch upright, pulling up my pants and striding toward his bedroom.

“We have two hours until midnight,” I tell him and then throw myself on the bed and kick my pants off. “We can get at least two more orgasms in by then.”

Silas follows me down.

“I think you’re a little confused,” he says as his lips meet mine. “I’m thinking at least ten.”

Chapter Twelve

Everly

Ican’t move. Silas sucked my dick so many times and fucked my mouth incessantly last night, and now my entire body aches.

God, what will full-on sex be like with him?

I probably won’t survive. Whoever finds me will find an empty, dried husk of a man. I’ll be left for the crows.

The smell of breakfast wakes me up, and I stretch out on his bed.

I slept here last night, passed out in our mess. God, he probably hated that, I think with a huff as I roll over, the sheets sticking to me. So much cum.

Buckets galore.

I stare down at my chest and run a hand over it, grinning to myself. I wanna do that again.

Silas was true to his word, we didn’t fuck past midnight. But that was fine by me. By the time the clock struck twelve, I was so worn out, I thought I was going to die.

He’s sucked and fucked my soul right out of me.

I’m hoping this morning he forgets about this silly rule he has about keeping things professional because now that I’ve had a taste, I really don’t want to go back to the way things were.

I stand up and walk into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and pulling on a pair of his boxer shorts. He’s not as bulky as me, so they’re a little tight. Perfection. Now he can see the bulge I’m sporting for him.

I stride out to the kitchen, finding Silas at the stove, wearing a t-shirt and joggers.

God, this man is delicious. The way he fills out these casual clothes.

So damn tempting.

“Morning,” I say, my voice low and hoarse. Probably from my throat being fucked.

Silas turns his dark gaze over at me and his eyes move slowly over my half-nude form.

“You’re wearing my boxers.”