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She bobs her head and I press my palm against her clit as I continue to sink my fingers into her. Over and over until her breath hitches.
“Say my name when you come, songbird.”
Her eyes fly open and her gaze meets mine.
“Gage.”
“Yes, songbird. Come. Come all over my hand. And then I’ll make you come with my cock.”
Her mouth drops open, her head flies back, and her walls strangle my fingers. I can’t wait to feel those walls strangle my cock. If she feels this good on my fingers, she’s going to feel fucking magnificent when I sink into her.
“Gage,” she shouts. Her back arches off the bed as she climaxes.
I continue to glide in and out until her walls stop spasming. I remove my fingers and get to my knees.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
Her chest heaves as she catches her breath. Her smile is wide. It’s a smile I want to see aimed my way every single day for the rest of my life.
This woman is mine. Not just for the night. For as long as she’ll have me. Hopefully forever.
Chapter 18
So much for a clean getaway.
Addy
My phone beeps with a message and I groan. The last time a message woke me up, I ended up having a mermaid hair pulling fight with Gage.
Gage.The arm around my waist tightens and he presses his hard length into my ass.
My stomach tingles at the feel of him surrounding me. Friends, I remind my stomach. We’re just friends.
Maybe I shouldn’t have had sex with him, but I was done resisting what I want. We can still be friends. As long as I don’t let feelings get involved.
My phone beeps again.
“Ignore your phone,” Gage orders in a scratchy morning voice. I don’t know how a morning voice can sound sexy, but his does. There’s not much about Gage I don’t find sexy.
“I need to get going anyway.” I inch toward the edge of the bed but Gage tightens his arm around me.
“Where are you going? Your shift atFive Fathoms Brewingdoesn’t begin for three more hours.”
“I need to check on the kids and make sure Penelope and Mila get to summer school, and Otis gets to football practice.”
“I thought your mom was home this morning.”
I growl. “Do you have my entire schedule memorized?”
He rolls me around to face him. “I’m interested in your life. Is that a crime?”
I scowl since I can’t argue the point with him. “No.”
He brushes the hair off my forehead. “Let’s start this morning over. Good morning, songbird. How did you sleep?”
“I slept well.”
He chuckles at how grumpy I sound.
