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“You’re already d–”

She stops with a gasp when I slide a finger inside her. Not caring if she wanted to finish that sentence, I lower my face again. Her body writhes and jolts underneath me, filling me with a deep satisfaction. There’s nothing quite like having this control over someone’s body.

Her breathing becomes quicker, and her hands grab at the white sheets beneath her. I pick up my pace, pressing into her faster and curling my finger in a way that I’m personally familiar with.

Part of the beauty of being with a woman is that what makes them tick isallmore familiar.

With one final swipe of my tongue, she lets out a deep, rasping moan and every muscle in her body clenches. My finger keeps dragging the climax from her, until she’s actively pulling away when it becomes too much.

She puts a hand to her chest, moving up and down with her heaving breaths.

“Damn,” she whispers.

I take it as a win.

I finally get up from my position, a cocky grin on my face. I give her a few seconds to recover.

“Do you have a towel?” I ask.

She tilts her head.

“You live right next door,” she says. “Go get your own towel.”

Fuck me, I guess.

I use the back of my wrist to wipe my mouth. I’m going to need a shower anyway.

“You can let yourself out. Just turn the bottom lock before you close the door behind you.”

Um.

I shouldn’t be surprised she’s shooing me away, but it’s extra insulting that my face is literally still wet. That might be a record for how fast I’ve ever been kicked out after sex.

“Like, right this second?” She nods. “Wow. Okay. I guess I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Thanks.”

As if my words aren’t dripping with sarcasm.

I almost scoff, but stop myself. It might be a level of rude I’d never personally reach, but I have no good reason to argue to stay and hang out. I don’t expect us to have any bonding time anytime soon.

It just would have been nice to have more than fifteen seconds to calm down. Would’ve been even nicer to have some more fun withmeon the receiving end.

She wants to act cold and uninterested, I’m going to be evenmorecold and uninterested. I won’t even wave if we pass each other on the stairs. I have to stand my ground next time. Ihaveto find a way.

But first, I’m going to relive the experience I just had with my shower head in hand.

16

Dahlia skips out the front door ahead of me, and I follow after her with a smile. Her energy has been so high this morning, I feel like I’ve had three cups of coffee just looking at her.

We’re headed to her dad’s house a little earlier today, because I have Vic’s baby shower to get to. I’m already running late, unsurprisingly.

I close the door, hoping she doesn’t remember anything else she wants to take once we’re already heading down the stairs.

“Wait, mama–”Oh good, right before I get the door locked.

“What did you forget?” It’ll be faster if I run in and grab it, instead of letting her loose in her room again.