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—Holly—
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I woke early the next morning when Isaiah carefully eased from the bed. No surprises there; casual sex was expected to be a bang-and-bounce situation, so I was happy for him to see himself out.
Rolling over, I reached for the warm patch he’d left behind and let out a dreamy sigh. My body ached in so many wonderful places. As fleeting as it was, I held no regrets over last night’s sexcapade.
Isaiah unlocked kinks I didn’t know I had. Alarming ones. Ones that seemed so wrong but in the height of arousal were so fucking hot I couldn’t get enough.
He’d laughed when I gouged my nails down his back, then told me to do it again—harder—to leave my mark. He’d bit me, then licked to soothe it. Fucked my tits while pinching my nipples raw. Dribbled a long string of spit into my open mouth and ate my bootyhole before pushing a finger into me. All while praising and unveiling my innermost desires.
I jolted awake when the blankets moved without warning. My eyes sprang open to see Isaiah preparing to slide back into bed.
“Hey, Mama,” he murmured grittily and smiled.
I recoiled my arm to give him room. “I thought you’d left.”
A contented sigh came as he lay down and pulled me close, my back to his chest.
“I need to soon, but I didn’t want to sneak out on you.”
“Aww, that’s cute. I didn’t pick you as a snuggler,” I teased over my shoulder.
He pressed his lips to my bare skin and spoke against it. “I’m not, but you make me want to be.”
“It’s my thick thighs, isn’t it? They have you under their spell.”
“Considering I explored your thighs from all angles, I can adamantly say they’re most definitely the best m’fuckin’ thighs I’ve seen and tasted in my life.”
I scoffed and rolled in his arms. “You’re just saying that.”
“Swear to God, I’m not.” His hand brushed my cheek, and my eyes drifted closed as he smoothed my hair back from my face. “I’mma need you to be real with me for a second... Are you dating right now?”
The unexpected question had my eyes reopening. I studied him through the shadows and saw sincerity.
“No,” I whispered. “Nothing other than casual.”
His thumb brushed over the hinge of my jaw, sending my heart into an unsteady flutter. “Be with me. Just me. Exclusively.”
When my eyebrows lifted in surprise, Isaiah snickered. “I don’t want to share you.”
“You realize being a sneaky link doesn’t work if we’re dating.”
He shrugged. “No one has to know.”
I toyed with his nipple. “You’re serious?”
Snagging my hand, he brought it to his lips. Near-black eyes searched mine earnestly before he spoke against my fingers. “Yeah, Mama. I am.”
I thought for a second. Casual or exclusive, after the taste I got last night, I’d be a liar to say I wasn’t down for anything and everything Isaiah had on offer.
“Okay... exclusive.”
His pearly smile flashed in the breaking daylight. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout.”
Isaiah nuzzled into my neck, and my arms automatically wove around his shoulders. I had no idea how long this would last, but I would happily welcome Isaiah back into my bed for as long as it took to get this phase out of our systems.
He groaned. “I should get going, babe.”
“Want to shower with me?” I asked, not releasing my hug.
His deep hum vibrated against the sensitive skin on my neck. “Another time, Mama. I need to head home before going to the clubhouse. See you there, though?”
“I’ll be there before nine.”
“Can’t wait.” After a booty-squeeze and chaste kiss, Isaiah eased from bed and quickly dressed. Dark-brown eyes held mine as he leaned over me and landed another kiss to my mouth. “Laters, babe.”
“You’ll lock the door on your way out?”
“For sure.”
Grinning to myself, I snuggled into the warm spot and tucked the blankets tight around me while Isaiah embarked on his first walk of shame from my apartment.
