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Skyla and lounge there for a small eternity loving her like that before moving on to its twin and repeating the effort. My hard-on ticks back to life, and I want nothing more than to thrust myself inside her—to hear her urgent breathing as she comes again over my body. “You ready for round two?”
    “Are you kidding? I was beginning to think you lost interest in me.” She reaches down to guide me in.
    I catch her wrist and stroke the inside of her palm with my thumb. “I’m not properly suited up for the play.”
    “And that’s what this is for.” She twirls a foil packet between her fingers like it’s been there all along.
    “Are you sore?”
    “Nope.” She winces. “Just a little, but I’m totally not bothered by it at all.” Her expression grows all too serious. “I swear, if you deny me, I will go back in time and kick the crap out of you every single day that we have ever known each other.”
    “Into threats tonight, are we?” I whisper it with a laugh right into her mouth. I’d welcome a beating from Skyla, so long as she’s touching me I’m pretty damn content.
    “Why do I get the feeling that’s the kind of thing that gets you going?” She tweaks my ribs, and I jerk.
    “Everything about you gets me going.” True story. I run my fingers down her belly, then lower still over her sweet spot only to find it hot and wet for me. “I’m in.”
    I take the condom from her, and she snatches it back. Her eyes glow like a cat’s as they catch the flames.
    “I want to.” She rips it open with her teeth as if she were mimicking me, but, holy hell, my dick just turned to granite at the effort. “Like this?” She lays it over me and slowly works it down. My body grinds. My gut twists like a dishrag just watching her touch me.
    “That’s perfect.”
    “This is obscenely tight on you,” she muses, dragging her finger up the back of my dick. “I guess that means you’re packing extra-large equipment.” She bats her lashes up at me, and I can’t tell if she’s being serious or trying to stroke my ego.
    “I like how you think.” I’m not up for correcting her. If she wants to believe I’m exceptionally well hung, I’ll be happy to foster the delusion. “Come here.” I pull her up until we’re sitting side by side. I lean in and plant a lingering kiss over her lips that stretches out far longer than I anticipate. My eyes slit open, and we stare at one another in this dreamy state for a moment. “Get on your knees.”
    “What?” Her eyes widen. “I don’t know.” She shakes her head as if I just suggested we impale ourselves with a burning wick.
    “It’s just a different position. It might help if you’re sore. I swear I’m visiting the same location.”
    She tilts her head. “Okay, but I’m not above serving an eviction if things move in the wrong direction.”
    “I’ll hold strong right where I’m supposed to be—I swear.” I spike two fingers in the air as if to testify.
    Skyla lands a wet kiss over my lips and drags her tongue across my cheek on the way to her knees.
    Hot fucking damn.
    Skyla’s perfect round ass stares at me, her back dipped, her hair wild and free over her shoulders, and I want to stop all of time and encapsulate this moment, memorize it, make it replay on a loop like a screensaver as soon as I hit paradise because God knows the only real paradise is right here with Skyla.
    “Did you forget about me?” She lowers herself onto her elbows and turns her head, her features lost in the shadows with just enough of the flames dancing over them to make me dizzy with lust.
    I straddle her from behind—breathless—too far gone in an erotic daze to even think of utilizing my vocal cords for anything that resembles the English language. I carefully press my body into her, and she arches back. Her vertebrae dip. Her hair sweeps to her ass, and I snatch up a handful and run it through my fingers, smooth as butter.
    “That feels good,” she moans like a