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I barely manage to remove my finger gently from her arse and wipe it on the wet towel before I roll to my back, her on top of me, my arms refusing to loosen the tight hold around her waist. We lie in silence for some time—I don’t know for how long, but it doesn’t matter.

“Oh, my God,” she whispers, her head resting on my chest.

I smirk andnod.

“Oh, my God,” she repeats, her voice slightly louder.

I can’t help but grin at her reaction.

“I-I can’t speak.”

Male pride swells in my chest.

“Good, yes?”

“Fucking amazeballs,” she breathes.

I laugh more heartily ather.

Amazeballs? Who the fuck says stuff likethat?

“If you feel this speechless and satisfied after just my finger,” I chuckle, and run a hand over her ruffled hair, “wait until I’ve fucked you in your arse with my cock, sweetheart.”

She hums as she kisses my chest.

“Mmm. I’ll be looking forward tothat.”

My heart skips a beat as she astounds me again with the amount of sheer faith she puts inme.

I’ll never give her any reason not to. I’ll die first.

* * *

Laura

I hate havingto get up from Kristian’s bed and go back to the real world.

I want his bed to be my world. I want to remain lying here in his arms forever.

But…I’m a mother first and last, and right now, I have a daughter who needsme.

“Your thoughts are so loud, they’re practically screaming at me,” Kristian murmurs sleepily.

I sigh lightly and raise myhead.

“I have to go,” I apologise as I place my fingertips against his lips. So soft. So enticing. So maddening.

He smiles and mumbles, “Iknow.”

Nodding, I place one last kiss on his chest and slowly ease off him. I squeeze my inner walls as I try to stop his cum from slipping down between my legs, but if there was ever a less sexy thing to do, it is trying to look graceful as you waddle to the bathroom to cleanup.

Still, I think I manage fairly well, and close the door to do my business in private.

Afterwards, I grab a hairband from the toilet bag I keep here and splash some water on my face. When I turn around, I sigh as I look at my wet underwear lying on the floor, frowning a little. I don’t want to put them on, but walking to the house in my sweaty riding clothes isn’t appealing, either.

“Crap,” I mutter and open the door to find Kristian sitting up in bed, talking to someone on his mobile.

“Ja, Mor, jeg har det fint,” he says and rolls his eyes at me when I frown at him in confusion. He moves his phone from his ear and mouths at me, “It’s my Mum”, clearing my confusion, before he turns his attention back toher.