Chapters (40)
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Epilogue One
- Epilogue Two
- Books By Natasha Madison
- Acknowledgments
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Savannah
“Just one more time.” I start kissing his neck as he tries to push me away with one hand while pulling me to him with the other one.
“Baby.” He rolls me to the side, and the way he says my name, I know that I’m going to win this one. “It’s been seven times.”
“Well, that’s bad luck,” I say, smiling at him. Leaning forward, I kiss him. We spent the day in bed, getting up just after noon to eat something, and that went out the window when I bent over in front of him and the T-shirt I was wearing rode up over my ass, giving him a clear way to sink into me. I held on to the counter for dear life, and I loved every single minute of it. I always thought sex with him would be amazing, especially after I used to hear the women boast about him, which I know were all lies now. “Things are always better in even numbers.”
“Is it now?” he says as I reach between us and grab his hard cock in my hand. “God, I don’t think I have the energy.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I got this,” I say. I laugh and go under the covers and take his cock in my mouth and by the time we finish, not only do I start on top, but it ends with him holding the headboard this time and pounding into me.
“God, I thought the last time was good,” he says when he rolls off me. “I was wrong.” I laugh now, getting out of bed and going over to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”
“To clean up,” I say over my shoulder. “Take a shower.” He throws the sheet off him and gets up to come with me. His cock is still semi-hard, and his legs thick and full of muscle. “Where are you going?”
“Someone needs to wash your back.” He smacks my ass as he walks by me to the shower.
“The last time that happened, we almost flooded the bathroom.” I point at the tub.
“That was your fault.” He turns on the water in the shower. “I told you that it’s a myth. You can’t get stuck on cock in water.” I throw my head back and laugh. “Now get in.” He holds open the door.
“No funny stuff,” I say as I walk in even though I know I’m not even going to stop him. We stay in the shower until the water runs cold. That night, I fall asleep naked in his arms, and we both wake up, looking for each other. He makes love to me slowly during the night, and when I wake up the next morning, it’s with his face between my legs.