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Then, his hand lands down again.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Forty-nine.”

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. His hand lands on me again, and I moan, my hands fisting, and I try to breathe in.

“Fifty.”

Then, he soothes both of my cheeks with his hands, rubbing them gently. He doesn’t say a word for a minute, then picks me up and lays me down on the bed tenderly on my stomach. He pushes my legs apart, and without a word, he dives straight in.

The moment his lips connect with my aching pussy, my back arches into his mouth, and another round of moans fall from my lips. His tongue delves into me, working like it’s made out of pure magic.

“You were so good for me,” he murmurs, his hot breath causing me to shudder. “It’s okay, you can relax. You can cum whenever you’re ready, my sweet girl.”

He doesn’t stop. His hands hold my legs apart, and he’s eating me like a man starved, and I’m the first meal he’s had in a long time. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I can’t stay silent, the obscene sounds falling from my lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It doesn’t take me long, especially when Colton adds a finger, and I find myself simply letting go. With a moan of his name, face buried in the sheets, I come undone, my legs shaking slightly.

He’s too skilled for my own good.

He’s slurping up every single drop, letting me ride out the wave of my orgasm on his face. He stops only after he’s cleaned me up properly, and even then, he kisses me between my thighs, each kiss more tender than the previous one.

I could truly get used to this.

27

The morning comes quicker than I’d like it to. The light flutters through the thick, dark curtains, sneaking through the small opening the curtains didn’t cover. My eyes flutter open, and I’m lying on my stomach, one hand under the pillow.

Last night, Colton helped me shower, then he applied some cream to my ass to soothe it further. It was cooling, and it helped in the moment. Because damn — my skin was bruised to the max.

He didn’t make me bleed, though, and I can’t tell if I’m disappointed or glad.

“Good morning,” his voice comes from behind me, and he presses a soft kiss to my bare shoulder. He gently pulls the covers down, and when I turn my head in his direction, I see him reaching for the same cream.

“Good morning,” I mumble. “What time is it?”

“Just past nine,” he says, and I flinch when he touches my sore ass, covering it in a thick layer of the cream. It stings, but the cooling sensation takes over, and I sigh in relief. “Are you hungry?”

“A little,” I admit.

“I’ll have Emiliano bring the breakfast here. Anything in particular you’d like?”

I shake my head. “No, I’m fine with anything. And we can eat in the dining room.”

“I highly doubt you’d be able to sit on the wooden chairs,” a smirk tugs at his lips, and I scowl.

“Oh, I wonder why,” I drawl, sarcasm coating my tongue. “But you’re right. I also have no clothes to wear, thanks to a certain someone.”

“Don’t worry, you have Dahlia’s wardrobe at your disposal until we get the clothes we had tailored.”

“I don’t think your sister would appreciate having a stranger rummage through her clothes, and wear them without her approval.”

He shrugs. “She’s not here at the moment, so it’s fine.”

I snort. It’s absolutely not fine, and if it were me, I’d be livid if anyone took my clothes without asking, even less if it were a stranger I’ve never met before. With a small chuckle, I shake my head.

“I’ll be fine with a shirt from you and a pair of your boxers, while the clothes from yesterday dry.”

Colton nods, then kisses my forehead. He stands up and gets dressed for the day. Even when he’s at home, he’s not dressed casually. It’s a long-sleeved shirt with tailored pants; the only thing missing is the tie he always wears.