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Jonas. “I forget how innocent you are. I’ve corrupted you.”
    I snorted though my skin flush. “I was in a sexual relationship for three years. We didn’t just do missionary.” I didn’t want to discuss my one and only past experience, but his cockiness still bothered me. He was right in a way though. Declan and I had occasional shower sex and sometimes tried doggie-style. For the most part though, he was focused primarily on his own pleasure. Our routine consisted of blowjobs, missionary, and me on top. The last one became my least favorite, because he would rest his hands behind his head and seemed content to let me do all the work.
    Luckily, Jonas wasn’t interested in the details. “I don’t want to imagine that asshole touching you,” he gritted, moving my hair back and squeezing out the excess water.
    I looked down. “I only mentioned my past relationship because I didn’t come to you a virgin. If I’m holding you back…”
    He climbed out of the tub, pulling me up with him. Placing his hands on the side of my face, tilting it up, he said, “I don’t want a virgin. You’re not holding me back, and I’m happy with you as you are. I’m sorry if my teasing upset you.”
    I lifted the corner of my mouth. “It didn’t upset me. I do like what we do together. I was just surprised.” He kissed me deeply.
    “I’ve only begun to explore that sexy body of yours, and fuck you all the ways I can and will. Including burying my tongue in that hot ass of yours,” he said, adding in a swat on my bottom.
    I swatted him back. This had him lifting me and wrapping my legs around him as he kissed me passionately.
    “No sex tonight, my beautiful nymph,” he said and put me down on my feet.
    Who decided that? He kissed my pouting mouth as he dried me off. I began brushing through my long hair, but even that left me feeling frustrated.
    Jonas seemed to sympathize and relented without a word, dropping to his knees and gently licking and nuzzling between my thighs until I opened for him. I moaned and almost lost my footing as all my senses went to the incredible sensation of Jonas, his tongue lashing over my slick folds and slipping over my distended clit. I didn’t hold out as the orgasm came, just arched as his hand held me in place while he sucked. I shook and he held me, taking every tremble I had to give, until I floated down and was lifted in his arms. He carried me to bed and I crawled under the duvet. “Thank you,” I spoke softly.
    “Anything for you, my Tiger Lily,” he whispered back and settled down next to me.
    Reaching over to the bedside table, he pulled out a paperback book, his attention on me. “I also have a suggestion for a book. I found a new copy of Peter Pan on the shelves downstairs. How about we read from it?”
    My jaw dropped open as pain took over my peace. “Absolutely not,” I stuttered out as tears rose in my eyes and I stared back him in disbelief. He knew what that book meant to me. The memories it would unhinge, and the hurt I was still feeling over Declan stealing my copy from my deceased father. Reading it, I imagined, would be like a jagged knife cutting at my heart. “It hurts to even think about that book. I mean, why would you even suggest that? What are you thinking?”
    I started to retreat, and he dropped the book and pulled me into his arms.
    “I was thinking I wanted to be a part of the loving memory you shared with your parents. The first night we were together, you shared your story. I thought maybe we could create a new memory,” he said in a gentle tone.
    My vision blurred as tears dripped down my face. An indescribable mix of feelings ravaged through my heart and mind as I contemplated the depths of his understanding and care. I didn’t think it was possible to love him more, but he continued to surprise and overwhelm me. Still, the pain of my loss was infused in the words of that book, which I could practically recite from memory. Memories of which I had