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He dragged his fingers out of my pussy and circled my clit. Alternating between the two, I felt like I was standing on the precipice, about to fly, but never quite going over the edge. It was the most exquisite form of torture and one I never wanted to end.

But I needed to come. And I wasn’t above begging. “Please, Cody. Please …”

“Tell me what you need,” he graveled out, his voice low and full of need.

“Need you to fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it,” I demanded.

I felt the rumble of his chest against my back as he chuckled. “We’ll get there. But first, need to take care of you.”

I couldn’t fault his logic, but still. Fuck me already. I needed to be bent over and filled with his fat cock. It was so close, but not where I needed it.

This time, when he plunged three fingers inside me, stretching me wide, he pinched my nipple and I lost control. Without warning, I started fucking his fingers like I was a rodeo queen. The water sloshed around us, but I couldn’t worry about that. Right now, I was barely stringing together a coherent thought.

“Cody! I’m gonna … I’m gonna …”

“Do it,” he dared.

All it took was his command, the press of his thumb against my clit, and I detonated. White stars danced in my vision while I clamped down on his hand. I reached down under the water and wrapped my hand around his wrist, holding it still as I rode the waves of my orgasm. It took a moment before I had the strength to crack my eyes open and look at the man who’d just sent me soaring.

When my blissed-out gaze met his, he had a satisfied smirk on his face. He looked like he was the one who’d just had his world rocked.

“Hi,” I offered meekly, his fingers still buried inside me.

My awkwardness only made him smile even bigger. “Hi,” he replied.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of me, and I flinched.

“Are you okay?” he asked, the cocky confidence gone and replaced by concern.

I unhooked my knees from his and spun in his lap so I could see his face. Taking his cheeks in my palms, I leaned my forehead against his. “Prefect,” I assured him, leaning in and kissing him gently.

When I leaned back, he reached up, pushing the hair from my forehead, tucking the damp strands behind my ear. “I don't think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as you are right now, Tillie.”

I felt my whole body burn. When I tried to duck my chin, he wouldn’t have it, holding it in place with his forefinger.

“I mean it. Watching you come apart is a fucking privilege,” he declared loudly and proudly.

I didn’t have any words. Instead, I stole another kiss, and this one wasn’t as tender as the others. This was filled with a heat and passion I didn’t know I even possessed, but Cody was drawing from me.

Chapter seventeen

Cody

We were sitting in my bed, Tillie wearing one of my hoodies and me in my birthday suit, eating cereal for dinner, and it was the best date I’d ever had. Even without the fun in the hot tub, or the mind-blowing sex where I’d bent Tillie over the sofa, ass in the air. We were arguing over the best cereal. While Tillie stood firm on Lucky Charms, I advocated that Cheerios were by far the superior breakfast food.

“You’re so wrong,” she accused, pointing her spoon at me.

“No way. Lucky Charms shouldn’t even be classified as breakfast food. It’s got marshmallows in it!” I pointed out, determined to win.

“And Cheerios is like eating a bowl of sawdust. Where’s the fun in that?”

“Breakfast isn’t supposed to be fun! It’s supposed to be nutritious and set you up for a productive day,” I reminded her, starting to sound like an infomercial.

“Says the guy who comes into my diner and practically drowns his bacon in maple syrup,” Tillie teased, not backing down.

“That’s different,” I protested, but it was weak, and we both knew it.

“How?”