Page 112 of The Casanova Complex

She must feel the mattress dip when I climb back on because her eyes slowly flutter open, sleep clouding them.

“Let me clean you up, baby.”

I move between her legs and drag the warm rag over her pussy, and she moans softly. My cum is leaking out of her, and it makes something feral flare in my chest. I suddenly have the thought to leave it there, to let her walk around with me seeping out of her for fucking days.

Once I finish, I toss the rag into the hamper and hover over her, pressing a reverent kiss to the sweat-slicked skin of her shoulder and then to her cheek, and then bury my face into her neck, nipping playfully at her skin until she’s no longer sleepy and boneless.

I roll her over until she’s beneath me and I’m fit between her thighs. I slowly kiss my way down her body, trailing my tongue down her stomach to just below her belly button.

“You can sleep later, baby. Right now, I’m fucking starving, and I need to eat my girl’s pussy.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

MERRITT

A week ago, I had a fake boyfriend, and now I have a real one.

And honestly, it doesn’t really feel like much has changed.

I mean, yes. There’s the incredible, mind-blowing sex we have. Three times at his house the night of the party and… every single day since then.

But that’s the only difference between pretending and not.

I’m still being cautious. I wouldn’t say scared, because I’m not scared that he’ll hurt me.

I know the guy that Bennett is. I know how he treats me, and I know how big of a deal this is to him, getting into a relationship with someone.

And I’m not judging him based on his past, just like he wouldn’t judge me based on my past.

Because if he did, then he would be judging me for ever dating Blake.

Truly, it kind of just feels like I am having the best sex of my life with one of my best friends, in a very non-weird way.

I think because we spent so long getting to know each other before hooking up, becoming comfortable around each other, that it just feels natural.

Like the pieces have finally aligned, and this is the person I’m supposed to be with, even if he’s the last one I thought I would ever consider dating. Being in a relationship with someone requires trust and vulnerability, so I’m trusting Bennett by putting that in his hands.

“What… is that supposed to be?” Elliott asks, his head cocked to the side as he stares down at the sugar cookie sitting on the kitchen table in front of Bennett. “Because it kind of looks like a di—” He snaps his lips together quickly, his gaze darting to me, and I lift a brow.

“Can we like… not while we decorate Christmas cookies, please?” I laugh but then crinkle my nose when I look over at my boyfriend’s cookie because, okay, it actually does really look like a dick.

Boyfriend…

I can’t believe I’m even saying that. It’s going to take a minute to really hit me, I think.

While Bennett possesses lots of talents, especially on the ice and in other very fun categories, it seems like art is not one of those talents. I reach over and slide my hand along the top of his shoulder, squeezing gently. “I love it. I think it’s… cute.”

His head whips up, and he glares at me. “Cute? This is supposed to be a badass reindeer, baby. You cannot call my reindeer cute.”

I genuinely do not understand how he manages to look serious during moments like this.

He actually looks offended.

And as badly as I try not to, I laugh and laugh and laugh, unable to stop it.

Bennett pins me with a look, and I manage to get it together. I roll my lips and nod wryly. “Yeah, it totally looks like a badass reindeer. Mhm.”

“Wait,” Elliott interrupts. “Have you ever actually seen a badass reindeer? Because I don’t think I have. Was it a movie? Or was it a game? If it wasn’t, it should be.”