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“Oh, Cameron,” her voice went higher, and her breathing went shallow. I felt her sweetness throb against my tongue as she cried out and the orgasm rolled through her. It seemed to go on forever, and I loved that I could make her feel so good. I finally let go of her hips, and she collapsed onto the bed, so I leaned over to my nightstand to grab a condom.

“Where are you?” she asked in a dreamy voice. “I need you inside of me.”

I wordlessly picked her up and climbed onto the bed with Felicity cradled in my arms. I arranged her on top of me. She leaned closer to kiss my neck, and I sunk back onto the bed with her straddling me.

“You’re letting me drive?” she teased, rolling her hips against me.

“Sort of,” I said gruffly.

I raised her up, and she positioned herself with the tip of my cock just touching her wetness. In this moment, she was in control. But not for long.

Felicity plunged down and we both cried out at the sweetness of the sensation. From that moment on, our lovemaking went feral, with Felicity bucking on top of me, then me flipping her over so I could take control, and finally taking position behind her to bury myself deep inside of her. All the while, my fingertips worked her clit, drawing from her a stream of high-pitched cries of pleasure.

When I finally came, I let out a grunt that echoed around the room. The orgasm was so powerful it was as if I’d been deprived of sex for years.

I took care of the condom, and we collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily. I closed my eyes and let my hand rest on her hip, just to reassure myself she was still near. I didn’t realize we had both dozed off until an hour later, when she shivered against me.

“You okay?” I asked, pulling the blanket over her.

She looked at me with sleepy, grateful eyes. “I’m perfect.”

“I need some water. You too?”

Felicity shook her head and nestled against the pillow, looking like she was already fast asleep again. I watched her for a few moments, taken with the angel dozing in my bed. I finally wrenched myself up and headed for the kitchen. Boris raised his head to see if I was okay, then settled on the couch.

My phone was on the counter, lit up with texts from Tyler. Fuck, what was wrong now? I’d been so consumed by Felicity all night that I’d never even thought something could be going down with him. Was he in need of a car, trapped in some hellhole apartment god knows where? Or had he “forgotten” his guitar somewhere again, and wanted my help trying to track it down? The fact that he was texting meant he wasn’t in jail, at least.

Tension built behind my temples as I checked. I was all he had, I needed to be there for him, now more than ever.

“Bro, listen to this,” the first message read. A recording followed, and I could barely make out the song. It was a band playing an old Neil Young song we used to play to close our first set back in the day, and they sounded as amateurish as we did. I laughed softly as the memories came flooding back.

The rest of the texts were various “remember when” strolls down memory lane. I appreciated that he was thinking of me and tried to ignore that the texts got messier and more disjointed as the evening progressed.

I switched to check the hundreds of Veritique alerts. The “in the wild” challenge had taken off, and there were photos of us taken from angles I couldn’t even figure out. Were people in the trees?

The shots of the kiss outside the theater were predictably perfect. In a few, Felicity had her arm draped back, like the famous photo of the sailor kissing the nurse, and in others she was clinging to me. Once again, the effect was so impressively romantic it looked like the moment had been staged.

My hands down favorite photo was from Junior’s. Felicity had just taken her first bite of cheesecake, and her eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy, with her fork in the air like she was conducting an orchestra. I was gazing at her with pure wonder, wearing a little smile.

It was a perfect stolen moment. I saved the photo and walked back to the beauty in my bed.

17

FELICITY

Isnuck back into my apartment the next morning even though I knew Nina was probably wide awake and waiting for me. It was Sunday, which meant homemade brunch and gossip.

“Look who’s doing her walk of shame,” her voice rang out as I shut the door behind me.

I laughed. “I’m not ashamed of a thing that happened last night.”

“I’m in the kitchen. I’ve been dying of hunger while you finished your booty call.”

I joined her, hiding a yawn. “Good morning, friend.”

We hugged and Nina pulled back to study me. “Looks like someone had a good time last night. Did you sleep at all?”

I shook my head. “Barely. The man has stamina, and I have needs.”