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My hands grab her ass beneath her dress and squeeze the generous flesh between my fingers. Our chests are squished together so close that I can feel her nipples poking through our clothing and the heat of her cunt grinding on my dick.
“Fuck, Hails, you want to do this here?” I ask, having no problem fucking my girl on a chair, over the couch, or in my bed. I’ll take her wherever I can get her, but she also deserves the best comfort I can offer, which is surrounded by pillows on the king-sized mattress down the hall.
Hailey rolls her hips and nips at my stubbled chin. “Is that a problem?”
“Hell, no. Just wanted to make sure.”
Our mouths find each other again as I dip between her thighs to the soaking wet patch of her panties. Slipping under the thin fabric, my fingertip circles her wet opening before sliding inside, my thumb resting on her clit.
“Fuck, Connor.” The breathy moan of my name encourages me to add another finger as Hailey begins to ride my hand, her slick arousal dripping down my palm to ease her movements.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
She shudders in my arms, burying her face in my neck. “I-It’s been too long. I-I can’t wait…”
“It’s okay. This will take the edge off before I fuck you on my cock.”
“Oh, shit, Con…” Her body tenses up then melts into a shaking mess in my lap.
“Damn, that was sexy. You doing alright?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her nose, cheek, lips, everywhere I can reach.
“Mhmm… That was—” Her tired murmur turns into a yelp, her arms tightening around my neck, as I heft her into my arms and stand. “What are you doing?! Put me down before you hurt yourself!”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I can carry my woman to bed, especially after I just made her come,” I challenge, nuzzling into her temple. “Why don’t you go back to the afterglow, baby?”
“Because I’m afraid my man will injure himself while trying to prove how strong he is.”
My man.
She called me her man.
Fuck, I am never letting her go.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HAILEY
I’m not a small woman.
Never have been, probably never will be.
Yet Connor is holding me in his arms like I’m a fucking tiny ballerina who is used to being lifted and tossed around.
And yeah, I kind of love it.
Even if I did put up a token protest.
Connor slowly lets my legs drop from around his waist at the end of his bed a few minutes later. My knees are still a little wobbly from my orgasm, so he doesn’t let me go completely. Instead, he keeps one arm balanced across my waist while the other begins sliding the straps of my dress over my shoulders.
“No bra?” he asks in surprise once the straps are lowered, making it easier for him to drag the bodice down beneath my breasts.
“Nope. It technically has bra cups stitched inside.” Which I would never in a million years rely on if I were wearing this in public, but this is Connor’s house. I knew it would be just us, and I wanted to give easy access in case things escalated.
And boy, have they escalated.
“Hmm… Naughty girl,” he mutters, bending down to lick one of my nipples then draw it into the heat of his mouth, suckling the budded tip before switching sides.
They’ve never been overly sensitive, but damn, if Connor’s rough suction and even rougher five o’clock shadow isn’t doing it for me.
