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We’re quiet for a while and sleep starts to pull me under, but I fight it off because I’m scared she’ll try to run away from me again.
After a moment, I feel a stuttered breath move through her chest. “I’ve never felt this way before,” she says, sounding a little bit afraid, too.
“I’ve never felt this way, either.” And that’s a loaded statement, because I’ve been married before. But no other woman even comes close to what Inez makes me feel. “You’re special to me. You know that, right?”
Inez shifts in my arms, craning her neck to look at me. “You mean, you don’t kiss the feet of every woman you sleep with?”
I chuckle into the air. There’s a facetious note in her voice but I know that deep down, a part of her seriously wants to know.
“Only you, Stargirl,” I say earnestly. “Only you.”
Sighing contentedly, she curls up next to me and falls asleep. I hold her tighter.
P-E-R-F-E-C-T.
Fuck whatever the hell it is I said about not believing in love. Inez Carolina Machado is perfect for me. And I’m not letting her go.
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INEZ
When I peel my eyes open, it’s morning.The heavy drapes of Nolan’s bedroom are closed. Golden rays of sunlight peek around the edges, faintly illuminating the room.
I try to shift around in his oversized bed, but I quickly find that the velvet bedspread is all tangled around my waist.
But not my boobs, though. My boobs are way out. Like they decided to just whip themselves out from under the blankets and say hello.
It takes me several long moments to free myself, and then wrap the sheets back around my torso in a more respectable, non-hello-boob manner.
Thank god Nolan’s not here to witness this. He’s disappeared to…I’m not sure where.
I pat the pillow beside me. It’s still warm. Wherever he is, he hasn't been gone very long.
I snuggle back down onto the pillow, relishing in the smoothness of the old school velvet bedding against my skin. I’m going to need to get out of here soon because Stella could be back any moment now. I just need a few more seconds to enjoy these cozy, twisted, Nolan-scented sheets.
Suddenly, it hits me how much I’ve missed sleeping in an actual bed. This is far more comfortable than the couch I’ve become used to.
Letting my thoughts wander, I think back to last night and I feel like I’m dreaming.
At first, I thought the hallway orgasm was hot. But then the bed orgasm and the bathroom orgasm and the bedroom orgasm encore were even hotter.
I’ve never experienced an orgasm at that level. Let alone four. Seriously, I thought I’d died after that last one. Brain, lungs, muscles—none of it worked properly when Nolan Brighton was done having his way with me.
But you know what? I was ready. I was ready to go. Because all other men are going to completely and utterly disappoint in the bedroom after my one night with Nolan.
So if I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up anytime soon.
I can’t believe it actually happened. After all this time.
Nolan stopped hiding. He stopped holding back. He admitted that he’s been wanting me, maybe almost as badly as I’ve been wanting him.
Being with him last night was out of this freaking world. I’m officially ruined.
Destroyed.
Finished.
When I hear footsteps approaching from down the hall a few moments later, my heart beats faster. I’ve never been this excited to see a guy the morning after.
