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“Oh god, Elijah! I’m going to come again,” she whimpered out. “Please, Elijah. Please make me orgasm again.”

He pulled out and bent down to lick her pussy. Despite him fucking her with a condom, she still tasted like a dessert he never wanted to stop eating. After sucking on her clit and feeling her body twitch, he stood back up and pushed his cock inside her.

Making sure he put pressure on her clit, he fucked her relentlessly, both of them orgasming at the same time. She was the best fuck of his life, and he already wanted her again.

How the hell was he supposed to stay away from her after that?

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

BEING A FIREFIGHTER made Elijah a light sleeper. He was already up to move at a moment’s notice. But last night, he didn’t wake up at all. He probably hit a REM cycle. This morning, when he stretched awake, the voluptuous body belonging to Georgia was next to him. Just the sight of her made his mouth water. Her curves were permanently tattooed on his brain.

All he desired was to crawl between her legs and wake her up with his mouth on her, eating her out until she orgasmed.

But that wasn’t happening.

He already broke a cardinal rule of not letting women sleep over. If he continued having sex with her, sleepovers would lead her on and make her think he wanted more than he could give her.

Elijah was an asshole, but he wasn’t that big of a prick.

Georgia deserved a partner who would give her the future she deserved. Someone who had some stability and didn’t have such a dangerous job.

She rustled in the bed, rolling over to her stomach.

Damn, her ass was delectable. He grinned when he saw the bite mark he left on her right ass cheek. For her being new at sex, she sure liked it rough.

Shit, his dick was getting hard again. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for the morning. It was Sunday, and he had a shift tomorrow, so he typically did last-minute chores and made sure his fridge was stocked. That way, when he got off work in two days, he wouldn’t have to do anything.

After brushing his teeth, he peeked out the door to see Georgia still lying in bed. He jumped into the shower, and his thoughts were consumed with the night before.

Of how Georgia sounded when he ate her out, as she begged for him to let her orgasm.

Fuck, this was not helping him control his hard-on, but he couldn’t stop the replay.

She was a fucking goddess when he rolled onto his back last night, and she sat on top of him, riding him until she came. Her blond hair swinging down her back, her full breasts bouncing. He groaned about how he grabbed her hips to fuck her.

No, he was not going to jerk off to her while she lay in his bedroom.

Damn, he was acting as if he’d never had sex before. The way he needed her was feral.

While washing his hair, he went over the seven essentials of firefighting to get soft. After he went through water supply, ventilation, and fire suppression, he was able to get out of the shower.

With his towel wrapped around his waist, he walked back into his bedroom, this time with a fully dressed Georgia sitting on his bed.

“You took a long shower,” she said mischievously.

He grabbed a pair of underwear from a drawer and slipped them on, then dropped the towel. “Do you need me to drive you home?” Crap, his suggestion wasn’t nice, but he wasn’t commenting that the long shower was to calm his raging hard-on.

“Nope, my Uber will be here any minute. I was hoping you’d finish up in there, so I didn’t ghost you.”

“I’d be fine either way.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, but I would have felt bad if I disappeared without saying goodbye.”

He nodded because what else was there to say?

Georgia stood and slipped on her sandals. “Listen,” she said as she walked to his bedroom door. She turned to face him. “I know last night, just like the week before, didn’t mean anything more than what it was. It was just sex.”