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“No.”

“You sure?"

“Feels good,” I breathed out, rolling my hips encouragingly.

“Yeah?” His thumb circled again, pushing into me gently.

My cock twitched, plumping slightly. “So good.”

Taylor’s gaze dropped to my cock, which was fully hard now.

“Jesus, Seb,” he whispered. “Already?”

“I told you before—quick refractory.” I arched my back, my head tipping back. “More.”

He slipped his thumb out and pushed in with two fingers. I gasped, my body hypersensitive and overstimulated, but loving it.

I watched Taylor watch me, his breathing turning shallow.

“Do you think—” He swallowed hard. “Do you think you could come again like this?”

“Maybe.”

Why was he asking me to think? I was floating on a cloud of endorphins and good vibes, my brain completely offline.

He hit a spot inside of me that made me shiver and groan.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

“No, feels good,” I slurred, feeling my eyes grow heavy and my face turn slack. A lazy smile slipped over my lips.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep. One moment, Taylor’s fingers were moving inside me, and then there was the distant sound of water running. I surfaced slowly to the feel of a warm, wet cloth brushing gently over my stomach and chest, then another at my hole.

“Still with me?”

“Mmm.”

The mattress dipped beside me. An arm slid under my shoulder, and the room tilted as Taylor pulled me upright, my head lolling against his shoulder.

“Hey, drink this.”

“What?”

Something cold and smooth touched my lips.

“Water.”

Yes, good. I was thirsty. So thirsty. I cupped sluggish hands around the glass and tipped my head back, drinking it all in one go.

I heard him chuckle as I slumped back down, burrowing into the pillow.

A few minutes—hours?—later, I felt Taylor settle in behind me, his warm hand resting against my stomach. I put my hand over his and went back under.

CHAPTER 29

TAYLOR

Sebastian wasa few feet away in the kitchen, muttering to himself as he reviewed a recipe, while I was lounging on the couch in the family room. My left knee was propped on a pillow, an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel balanced on top of it.