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Chapters (40)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. START READING
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  24. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  38. EPILOGUE
  39. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  40. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Smiling a little, she grabs the bottom of her shirt and tugs it off.

“I wanted to do that.” I barely recognize my voice it’s so rough. Because she’s standing there, those glorious tits encased in a pale-pink lace bra.

Her smile grows. “You can do it next time.”

“There’s going to be a next time?”

“I guess that depends on how good you are this time.”

Cheeky. Stepping closer, I trace the strap of her bra, gratified to see little goose bumps lift on her skin. She sways toward me, her palm resting on my chest. I hold her gaze as I reach behind her and release the hook. Her bra slides onto the floor.

No, this is what I’ll remember for the rest of my life. The first sight of Delilah’s breasts. I’ve dreamed about them for far too long. My first wet dreams were about them, how they might look, feel, taste. I knew nothing.

She is full and ripe, the skin paler here, delicately capped with dusky-honey tips. It gets me so hot I’m shaking. My hand cups their soft, plump weight, and she shivers too. I want to say something like “Finally” or “What took us so long?” but all that comes out is the most important thing. “You’re beautiful.”

Her lids flutter, her breath hitching when I rub the tips of my thumbs over her silky nipples. Those sweet buds tighten, and it’s all I can do not to swoop down and suck them hard. As it is, I tweak them, and she keens. The sound goes straight to my dick. “Get in my bed, Delilah. And get comfortable, because you aren’t leaving it anytime soon.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Delilah

It’s almost surreal, stripping down in front of Macon, like I’m watching it happen from outside myself. That we’re finally in this place. Somewhere, in the back of my head, I’m as nervous as an inexperienced teen. But then our gazes collide, and I forget to be shy or wonder how we got here. Because there is only him and the way he makes me feel.

Like I’m a newly minted version of myself, re-created into something glorious, something essential. He does that to me with just one glance. I want to shine for him. Only him.

He doesn’t look away as he shoves his shorts off and stands before me, naked and hard. I’ve seen pieces of him in the bath; now I have the whole picture. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. And then he’s on me, wrapping me up in his arms. His body is hot and solid and so much bigger than mine that I’m enveloped.