He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Maybe I like being the hero for once.” My knees threatened to buckle as the knee-jerk desire to swoon swept over me. His grin was downright sinful when he pulled me into him. The contact with his body so soon after The Best Sex Ever was frying my circuits. I didn’t want to yell at him anymore. I wanted to kiss him. “Or maybe,” he whispered against my lips, “I just want to know what it feels like to have your smart mouth wrapped around my cock.” That was at least honest. And dirty. And I liked it. He had one hand boldly cupping my rear end. The other
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