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“That was . . . amazing,” I told him.

He smiled.

“No, that was super-duper ah-maz-ing,” I amended.

His smile broadened.

God, Jack. So handsome. I brought my hands to the sides of his neck, sat there in the morning quiet, and just stared.

I wanted this, or a version of this, to be how I woke up every morning. Jack next to me, smiling. I wanted to give this to him—happy, smiling mornings.

His hands on my thighs traveled up to my hips, farther up to my waist. His gaze dropped, and I saw his eyes following the path of his hands. Feather-light glides of his thumbs under the swells of my breasts. My nipples peaked, his thumbs grazed there too. Soft touches. Gentle caresses. It was sweet after the wild we’d shared.

Finally, his hands slid back down and settled on my hips and I got his beautiful eyes back.

“You just being you makes it worth it,” he told me. “There’s nothing you need to do. Nothing more you need to give me. What’s inside me is mine. Don’t take that on, baby. I don’t think there will ever come a time when I don’t worry about your safety.”

There. He was giving me more when I was trying to balance the scales.

“You know I worry about your safety too.”

“Then it’s good you gave me a morning blow job to take the edge off, so I can concentrate on the mission instead of thinking of all the ways I wanna fuck you.”

“Now who’s the smart-ass?”

Jack’s hands moved down and around to squeeze my booty.

“That’s still all you. Great ass . . .” He leaned forward, pressed his lips to mine in a quick kiss, then finished with, “Smart mouth that luckily for me is better at giving head than it is with a comeback.”

My lips twitched. “Aren’t you all hearts and flowery compliments,” I teased.

“How’s this for hearts and flowers? You’re gorgeous. You’ve got great tits. You give world-class head. Your cunt’s so tight and wet, the second I got inside of you, I was ready to come. Never have I ever had to fight so hard not to blow. You’ve got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, soft, silky hair that feels good in my hands and pooled in my lap. I just had your pussy on my mouth and I want to taste you again. But if there was none of that, and all I got was humor, your intelligence, your cute, and your attitude, I’d still be right here.

“But seeing as I’m lucky, I got your smarts, funny, sweet, and your pretty pussy, great tits, and—it’s worth the repeat—your smart-ass mouth that gives the best head I’ve ever had. I’d say I’m coming out a winner.”

“You’re turning me on again,” I warned.

“Then slide down and sit on my dick.”

Was he serious?

Surely he needed more recovery time.

I didn’t verbalize those thoughts but still Jack answered.

“You don’t believe me?” His knees cocked up, one of his hands left my ass, the other gave it a slap, and he demanded, “Lift up.”

I lifted.

I felt the head of his dick at my entrance and had my answer.

He was serious, and no, he didn’t need more recovery time.

“Slide on.”

I slid down.

Full of Jack, I groaned.