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One final shudder, and he gave me some of his weight, winding his arms around me to hold me tight.

Our combined cum smeared between our torsos in a hot, sticky mess, but we clutched at each other, hesitant to break the physical bond between us. Every inch of my skin tingled, Drake’s exhales causing shivers to raise the hairs on my nape and arms.

A smile settled on my face as our heartbeats slowed, and breaths came easier as I luxuriated in the euphoria of an empty mind sated by absolute bliss.

“Goddamn,” he finally groaned, nuzzling my neck.

Fighting off the tickles and the need to shy away from his beard, I soothed my hands up and down his damp back. My fingertips dipped in and around his muscles. A shuddered sigh rippled through me, sending a rush of satiated relaxation through my extremities.

Comfortable silence rested between us, and I could have stayed there forever in his arms. Perfect peacefulness like I’d never experienced swept over me, weighty yet delicious.

My balls still tingled from the release he’d given me, my ass burning from the desperation with which he’d fucked me. But I wouldn’t change a single thing about how we’d come together for the first time. Those four hours of perfection in the elevator had been nothing compared to our handful of minutes becoming one body.

Drake was the first to move. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, my chin, before lifting onto his elbows to gaze down at me. I’d never seen his eyes so open, a beautiful shade of blue like a clear afternoon sky.

I loved him. Wholeheartedly.

He tapped my lower lip, a soft smile curving his.

I nipped at his fingertip, and he growled in warning. Raising an eyebrow, I repeated the motion.

“You’re going to test my endurance, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice husky from those hours of talking then fucking.

“I’ve got a lot of pent-up need inside me,” I stated, smiling up at him, so damned happy I could float away like dandelion fluff on the slightest breeze.

“Good.” He gave me a quick, hard kiss. “‘Cause I’m feeling the same, baby. But right now—” he kissed me again “—I want to clean you up and hold you while we sleep.”

“I’d rather suck your cock until you’re hard again so you can shove my face into the pillow and fuck me until I pass out.” I guessed my nervousness had been beaten down by his cock and kisses.

“Jesus, Preston.” Drake huffed a laugh and winced while climbing off me. “We ought to get some rest, or we’ll end up missing that brunch Jacqueline is insisting on.”

He had to bring her up.

“Ugh.” I pouted but rolled to the edge of the bed, determined to ignore the world outside his suite. I didn’t want our short time together tainted by thoughts of anything other than sated bliss. “You might need to carry me into the bathroom.”

“Gladly.” Drake stood and pulled me up into his arms as though I didn’t weigh a buck-seventy.

“Jesus, Drake.” I laughed. “I was kidding.”

“Mmm.” He pecked me on the cheek. “Always wanted to do this.”

I wound my arms around his thick neck like I’d dreamed of doing, wishing instead that he strode over our forever home’s threshold rather than into a hotel bathroom.

Can’t go there.

Even though I yearned for it with every fiber of my being.

My legs were a little wobbly when he set me down, more drunk-like than buzzed. High enough the reality in the back of my mind didn’t take away my joy.

He caught me grinning. “Someone’s feeling fine.”

“Better than,” I breathed, staring as he bent to turn the shower on. Fuck, what an incredible backside he had. And those thighs rippled with muscle.

I shivered, wishing that just once I felt the urge to sink between firm ass cheeks and bury my dick inside a lubed hole. Drake’s would be spectacular, no doubt about it.

Glancing down at my dick, I waited for the flaccid flesh to twitch.

Nothing.

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