Page 92 of Paper Rings


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Thank fuck it didn’t come to that. Thank god those days are over. She wants me. Shelovesme.

“You’re so warm,” she says, her beautiful eyes finally open. This close, they’re so dark. Chocolate swirls with slight golden sparkles, even as sleepy as she is.

I tug her closer. “You’re so perfect.”

Her body quakes as she laughs. “You’re just saying that because I made you come three times last night.”

Smiling, I kiss her again. I can’t stop. “No, I’m saying that because I love you. Because I can finally kiss you whenever I want.”

She presses her lips together, one brow cocked.

I cough out a laugh. “And you made me come three times last night.”

Her resounding laugh is loud. Joyful. Delicious.

“I love you too,” she says, her eyes dancingover my face. “I still can’t believe this happened.” She nuzzles into my chest, embarrassed maybe.

I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Believe it. I’m yours, baby, and you are most certainly mine.”

“I feel like I could run a marathon right now. I have all this excited energy.” She grins up at me. “This is the best morning of my life.”

“You won the damn gold yesterday. You had a goddamn shutout.”

“And I made you come three times,” she teases.

Damn, this girl. I’ve been awake for mere minutes, and I can’t stop laughing.

“Yeah, baby, and you made me come.”

Her cheeks are pink with heat, but her eyes are full of delight. “I’m rather proud of that fact.”

“So it seems.”

“I was thinking.” She presses a kiss to my bare chest and peers up at me from beneath her lashes.

“Hm?”

“Maybe I can do it again.” She pulls back, then with a wicked smile, she eases herself down the bed, dragging her mouth over my stomach, peppering kisses along the way.

“Adeline,” I breathe out. Her name is a goddamn prayer on my lips.

This woman is my everything. And knowing she wants me this way…it’s fucking with my ability to speak.

“Yes, Jonathan Francis?”

“Oh.” The sound is rough, full of surprise. “I didn’t know you knew my real name.”

“Your real name is JJ,” she says with an eye roll. “But you always call me Adeline, even though everyone else calls me Addie, so I thought I’d try it.”

“And?” I raise a brow.

“If you react like this.” She drags her fist up and down my erection. “I’ll call you whatever you want.”

Pleasure shoots down my spine and my eyes roll back in my head. “Adeline, you do that to me, not some goddamn name, I assure you.”

She gives me a secretive smile, the look piquing my curiosity.

“What?”