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I don’t think I can have her wake me up one more goddamn time.

This night might be the death of me.

At least I’ll die a happy man.

“Halsey,oh my God . . . oh my God,” Blakely cries out as I slam into her, her legs draped over my shoulders, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

Just when I thought she was the one who would be the death of me, it turns out it’s my cock.

I woke up again with the biggest erection of my life, and she felt it because she woke up too. It took me seconds to get her primed, and now that I’m inside her, I can’t stop.

“You like that, baby? Then make me come,” I say through clenched teeth as I feel another wave of pleasure start to tip me over the edge.

She squeezes around me, and just like that, I’m fucking gone.

I lose control and pulse into her so hard that her head bangs against the headboard. I’m so gone that I can’t stop, and as she comes, her body trembling in my arms, I join her with a roar of an orgasm.

We ride it out until we’re both spent, and I fall onto the bed with her.

After a few seconds of catching my breath, I turn toward her and brush my hand over her head. “You okay?”

She nods. “I’m good.”

“I’m sorry.” I caress her cheek. “I didn’t mean to slam you against the headboard.”

The corner of her mouth tilts up. “It’s okay.”

And then she gets up and goes to the bathroom—without a shirt over her this time. Comfortable in her own skin, I watch her perfect ass sway away from me, and I sigh against the bed.

Fuck . . . how did I get so lucky?

Chapter Seventeen

BLAKELY

I stare at the daylight starting to creep past the curtains.

I’m sore. Without even moving, I know I’m sore.

Between my legs.

Along my back.

My head.

My arms.

Everything.

Everything in my body is sore because I had the most out-of-body experience of my entire life.

It’s why I’m off to the side, not curled into Halsey, trying to figure out what the hell happened last night. I had sex with the man four different times, and every time, I came multiple times.

I . . . I had no clue sex could be like that, and it’s throwing me into a tailspin.

I had nice sex with Perry.

It was fun.