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“Now, about how we’re going to spend the other thirty minutes we’ve got,” she said, using her elbows to push herself up. “You’ve still got one more delivery to make tonight, Mister Fire Hydrant.”

She beckoned him to sit up and adjusted her posture to allow him to do so. But she didn’t let his cock slide out of her, not even for a moment. As soon as he reached a seated position near the edge of her bed, his feet planted on the floor, she drove her warm, soft lips to his.

Warmth permeated their bodies, and they petted one another as their kiss intensified. She pushed her breasts into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping their bodies close and intimate. Soon, she lifted her lithe body so she couldangle his head back while their lips danced together. He closed his eyes, just focusing on feeling her sensual body as it slowly gyrated against his.

Even at her highest, his cock never fully escaped her warm sheath. Soon enough, she renewed the act of dropping her hips. What little stiffness he’d lost following his climax rapidly rebuilt itself.

His eyes opened, and he found her beaming at him. Each time she unhurriedly fit him back inside of her, she added small swivels to her hips. His sensitive member pulsated, and she broke their kiss long enough to grin.

“We’re going nice and slow this time,” she said. “I’m going to build you all the way up until it's maddening. You’re welcome.”

“How magnanimous of you,” he said dryly, softly massaging her lower back.

“That’s the perfect word for what I am.Mag-nan-i-mous.” Every time she emphasized an additional syllable, she kissed his jaw and invited another inch or two of his cock into her.

“I could think of a few that fit a little better,” he retorted, allowing his hands to climb up her body.

“Go on, then,” Avril said. “Give them here.”

“Troublesome.”

“Me? No.”

She nipped at his neck with her teeth, eyes flashing coquettishly.

“Devilish.”

“Wrong!” she gasped, removing her hands around his neck to then grab his face and force him to stare into her eyes. “Say a word that I actually am.”

Potent emotions brewed like a hurricane coming into being between them. The last time they’d embraced one another like this had been at the mall, when he’d first realized just howstrongly he felt about the troublesome and devilish—she could complain all she wanted, but it wouldn’t change the fact that she was absolutely both of those things—woman. How he desired her, how he enjoyed her vibrant energy, and how he wanted her to desire him.

“Stunning,” he said, obliging her.

Avril nodded and smiled. “That one we agree on.”

“Beguiling.”

“Absolutely,” Avril agreed, bringing her lips closer to his. “Anything else?”

His heart raced as the final word sitting deep within him yearned to be spoken aloud. Summoning his courage, he held her gaze as he uttered the final word.

“Mine.”

Without uttering any word of agreement or disagreement, she shared her answer in another manner—in many. He knew it by the pleased shimmer in her eyes, the affectionate warmth of her body, and the affectionate caress of her lips. He knew it by the slow rocking of her body, the gentle sighs their actions built within her, and the dazzling smiles she enraptured him with whenever their lips weren’t connected. He knew it by the salty tang of her skin as he lowered his lips to her shoulder, the tickling of the ends of her hair as she murmured pleasurably, and the stiffness of her nipples as they rubbed against his chest.

And he certainly knew it when, many minutes later, she tightened around his cock, gasping softly as she rode him until his climax gathered like beads of dew sliding down a blade of grass into a small pit in the ground.

All the way until there was no more room, and it overflowed.

Avril quaked with him, accepting his words, his touch, and everything else he had to give to her that night. And on many, many more to come.

Chapter Nineteen

A Peek

Anna was late getting back, which Liam supposed worked in their favor. They were covered in sweat by the time they separated, primarily created during their more raucous first bout of lovemaking. The second had still strained their muscles—slow and steady wasn’t always more manageable than quick and frenetic—so they both needed additional time cleaning up in Avril’s bathroom before the apartment’s other inhabitant returned.

They just managed it, and they returned to the living room mere minutes before Anna returned with their pizzas. As Avril led him back to the couch, where the planwasfor it to look like he’d been giving Avril some tips on dealing cards, she suddenly stopped in the hallway. Troublesome and devilish were preciselythe words he used to describe her look as she propelled them back down the hallway, only stopping once they stood beside another closed door.