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She looks impossible, so perfect she shouldn’t exist, much less be snoring next to me in my bed.
Her eyes slowly open, and her lips curve up in a sleepy smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” She scooches closer, flinging one arm over my waist, her body warm and languid in my arms. she throws a leg over my waist, and then we both freeze as my hard cock rubs against her pussy.
“Sorry. Occupational hazard.” It’s the wrong word, and Kelsey’s smile gets even sunnier, brighter than the light outside.
“I had no idea football players constantly had boners. Didn’t know. No clue.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I say, kissing the side of her neck, laughing while I savor every breath of hers that gusts against my chest.
“Mmhmm, sure. Now I know. Football players have stiffies all the time. Occupational hazard.”
“Stiffies?” I choke out, my chest shaking with laughter. “Who calls it that?”
“I just did.” She smirks up at me.
“It’s a good day to go apple picking,” I say, still running my hand up and down the curve of her side. “It’s a good day to hang out with you.”
“Mmm.” She presses even closer to me, and when her hand wraps around my dick, I jerk in surprise. “I’m more interested in this right now.”
I groan, then nip at her shoulder. “You’ve turned me into a sex fiend.”
“Occupational hazard,” she says, and then snorts as I huff a laugh into her hair.
Our laughter dies, though, as she straddles me. I roll onto my back to accommodate her, and she slides the length of me into her.
“You’re so beautiful. I’m so damn lucky.”
I put an arm behind my head, more than happy to watch Kelsey ride the hell out of me.
I can’t think of a better way to start the day.
Her hair is a tangled mess, wild and shining as the sun slanting through the curtain catches it, her eyes dark and lips full. I can’t do more than stare at her.
And when she starts whipping her hips back and forth, I decide this is the only way I want to start the day ever again.
I think I’m a little bit in love with Kelsey Cole.
CHAPTER 32
Kelsey
It’s literally the perfect start to the day. Daniel gives me an orgasm then coffee and eggs, and my cheeks hurt from smiling.
Being Daniel’s girlfriend is good for my serotonin levels. Really good.
“You know, you still haven’t given me my shirt back from last Friday,” he says gravely, passing me some jam for the dry toast on my plate.
We’re sitting at his kitchen table, my dress still in a heap on the floor next to his clothes from the night before. I’m naked under his fluffy, huge bathrobe, and I pull my shoulder out, just to tease him.
“It’s mine now,” I tell him, fluttering my eyelashes.
“Is that right?” his lips quirk to the side, like they do when he’s trying not to laugh.
“Uh-huh. Possession is nine-tenths of the law. Kiss that shirt goodbye.”