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I can't fucking wait and wish it wouldn't come at the same time.

I never want this moment to end. This perfect little bliss bubble we're living inside that has no concern for the reality awaiting us when daylight breaks.

I shove that thought away, burying it deep between her thighs with every thrust.

Sparks erupt down my spine when her pussy flutters around me again, her moans of my name flying from her mouth as she comes.

She takes me right over the edge with her, and I black out for a few seconds as my pace increases as I come.

I catch my breath, ensuring I’m still holding myself up above her, not wanting to crush her as I look down at her.

Her arms fall limp on either side of her head, the most luscious smile shaping her lips as she looks up at me.

“That was amazing,” she says. “You’re amazing.”

I grin down at her, planting a gentle kiss on her lips before I carefully ease out of her and go to the restroom, doing the proper cleanup as quickly as possible before I return to her.

I slide in under the covers instead of doing my usual dance, which is grab my clothes and head out. Instead of reaching for the door handle, I'm wrapping an arm around her, bringing her spine flush with my chest, and tucking my head over her shoulder as I plant soft kisses along her neck.

“Don't go,” she says, her voice sleepy as she lays her arm over mine. “Please stay.”

Couldn't she tell I already was?

I suppose my reputation is well reported on, but she's not a girl who wanted a quick roll with an NHL player.

“I'll stay,” I assure her, kissing her neck again. “I'm not going anywhere.”

CHAPTER 10

BLAKELY

Early morning lighttrickles in through my blinds, and I stretch awake, shaking off some of the deepest sleep I've had in months. My limbs feel uncharacteristically loose, and there's a pleasant soreness between my thighs that I can't quite place?—

I bolt upright in my bed, holding my comforter around my naked body.

Memories from last night crash over me, little waves of shock rippling beneath my skin at every steamy scene that replays in my mind.

Lawson being too adorable with the ice cream and Bridgerton marathon, us falling asleep together, and then me waking up with him in my bed and a desire that overtook every other rationality in my mind.

I clench my eyes shut, shaking my head at my boldness. I don't regret it, but good lord, I’d practicallyjumpedthe man. Of course, he didn't seem opposed to the situation. In fact, he rose to the challenge and sent me soaring over edges I've never even approached before.

Just the thought of his touch, his kiss, his body plunging into mine sent sizzling shivers right down my spine.

All those warm, melty feelings are instantly iced out the second the present catches up to me.

My bed isempty. There's nothing but silence coming from my bathroom.

Lawson left.

I don't know when. He could’ve left thirty minutes after we finished for all I know. That's how quickly I fell asleep after the triple-orgasm fest he delivered.

My shoulders sink, my heart dropping into my stomach.

I saidno strings.

We both agreed to that.

So why am I upset that he isn’t lying next to me right now? Is it because it makes me feel like I used him? Or like I’m an afterthought?