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Releasing her breasts, I reposition myself so I’m between her legs, which are spread wide apart and waiting for me. And then I bring my face to her again, and I don’t hold back. My tongue flicks over her clit fast and hard, and when I sink my fingers into her and curl them toward her abdomen, she rides my fingers and chases that second orgasm until she’s chanting my name. “I need you inside me, Drew,” she says on a breath, her eyes earnest as I feel her muscles starting to contract around my fingers.

“I will be.” I lift my head to tell her. “Most likely for orgasm four or five.”

She falls apart at that moment, her hips coming up off the bed to meet my fingers. I’m gentler with her as she rides the waves of that orgasm, and when she’s done, she practically dissolves into the bed.

“Holy shit,” she says, and a contented sigh leaves her lips. “How do you do that to me?”

“What?”

“Make me come in, like, three minutes.”

“Three minutes seems like a long time. I bet we can do better than that.”

“Drew…” She says my name in that warning tone I enjoy too much.

“I like it so much better when you’re screaming my name.”

“Was I?”

“Honey, I haven’t even met my neighbors yet, but I’m confident they know my name now.”

Her cheeks flush. “I guess you’d better stop giving me such great orgasms, then.”

“I’ll tear up the floor and install soundproof insulation if needed, because there’s no way in hell I’m not delivering these orgasms regularly.”

I trail my fingers along her abdomen, then I push off the bed and prop myself up on my elbow beside her so I’m looking down at her. “So how many more orgasms do you think I’m going to get out of you before you’re begging me to stop. Because I’m pretty sure I could do this all night.”

“Oh my God, Drew, no. I need you inside me and thenmaybeI can give you one more. But that’s all I’ve got in me.”

“No way, Mama,” I tell her, watching that same shiver of desire snake through her that I saw when I used that term the day before my road trip. “I’m not fucking you until you give meat leastone more orgasm first.”

Her face is a mask of defiance when she says, “Make me.”

And so I do, two more times, just to prove a point. And right before she climaxes the last time, she’s begging me to fill her, whimpering and writhing beneath me, and I can’t hold back any longer. I’m so keyed up after giving her four orgasms that there’s nothing gentle about the way I fuck her, but if the way she screams my name as she comes is any indication, she doesn’t want gentle anyway.

She falls asleep in my arms before I can even clean her up, and as I watch her sleep, it occurs to me that I’m going to need to get some soundproof insulation for the walls too, and maybe a soundproof door. Because once I convince her and Graham to move in here, we’re going to need our privacy in the bedroom—my girl does not know how to be quiet.

Chapter Forty

AUDREY

When I pad into Drew’s kitchen in the morning, he’s standing at the big marble island in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. I don’t know how long he’s been up, but he’s got a mug of coffee in one hand and a stack of papers he’s sorting through with the other. When he sees me, he sets the page in his hand down on top of the pile.

“What’s that?” I ask, nodding to the pile of papers.

“Nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing,” I say, keeping my voice light as I take in the guilty look on his face. “But I’m the one in your space, so if it’s none of my business, or you don’t want to talk about it, you can just say so.”

He licks his lips and sets his coffee cup on top of the stack of papers. Then he sighs. “It’s just medical bills.”

“For your mom?” I come around the island and run my hand over his back.

“Yeah. I’m responsible for all the bills and stuff.”

“I’m not trying to pry, but what do you mean by responsible?” I glance up at him, and he looks at me affectionately.

“I don’t want to hide things from you, Audrey. But talking about money is so…I don’t know…taboo, I guess.”


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