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Fuck! I was doomed.

“Three orgasms, right? I think you’re going to have to work for your fourth one,” I said as I entered her in one smooth stroke. Her smile was a thing of beauty. I fell forward onto my forearms and pressed a light kiss on her swollen lips.

“You feel so good inside me,” Joy whispered.

“You’re the one who feels good,” I countered. “Feeling you pull me in and squeeze me hard makes me crazy.”

“Stop talking and get to work.”

“You like it when I talk,” I grinned. I pulled out of her sheath slowly, then pushed back in. She moaned, and I groaned.

She grabbed my head and brought it down to hers. She captured my lips in a mind-blowing kiss, but it didn’t stop my pace. Joy was loving the way I was fucking her as much as I was. I could tell by her desperate kisses. But I wanted more. Her breasts had been driving me mad all evening. Seeing her up on stage, with her tits bouncing as she swayed on that stage?

Glorious.

I yanked my head from her grip and kissed my way down her jaw. I kissed my way down her neck, along her collarbone, until I finally closed my lips around her diamond-hard nipple. I sucked that beauty like it was a cherry lollypop.

Joy smashed her pelvis harder against mine, grinding against me. She was close, which was a damn good thing, because I was about ready to lose it.

Tremors shot down my spine as my balls tightened up. I looked into Joy’s wide blue eyes. Just a little something more to send her over the edge. A nudge.

“Joy,” I breathed against her ear, my voice cracking. “You’re everything. You’re absolutely everything.” The truth of it hit me as I said it. This woman had somehow become my whole world without me even realizing it.

I felt soft kisses against my neck, then she breathed my name against my throat. “Graham.” The way she said it. Almost like a prayer.

I gently kissed her, but soon our desire spiked, and her channel clamped around my cock like a velvet vice, pulling me straight into oblivion. I felt her go first, her breathy cries mixing with mine as we came together, the heat, the sweat, the pleasure crashing over us like a goddamn tidal wave.

My hips jerked, the last of my release spilling into her as she trembled beneath me.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers, both of us trying to catch our breath. For a long time, neither of us spoke.

Joy started to giggle.

“What?”

“Told you, you needed to stop talking and get to work.” She smirked.

“Bullshit. You love it when I talk dirty.”

Her smirk turned into a soft smile. “Actually, Graham, I’ll tell you what I love.”

Looking down at Joy, her hair wild, skin glowing and her eyes soft with trust and satisfaction and maybe something even deeper, I realized I was completely gone. She was it for me.

“What?” My heart stopped beating as I waited for her answer.

“I love making love with you…when can we do it again?”

The answer was simple; I never wanted to stop.

Chapter 13

“Hey Joy, do you have a minute?” July called out. “I have someone who needs some advice on adopting a kitten or a cat.”

It was music to my ears. I loved it when one of my babies could go to a loving home. I took a moment to look at the cages with our thirteen cats. The youngest one we had was four months old. The next youngest was about eight months old, and she had grown out of the kitten stage.

My eyes couldn’t help but turn to my favorite. He was an older tabby cat that came to us when his owner died. He was six years old and a love. His name was Rupert, and he could sit by himself for hours, or sit in your lap and purr for hours as you pet him. For some reason, people always passed him by. They called him a ginger as if that was a bad thing.

After my dawdling, I hustled to the front of the clinic and found July talking to a woman in her late thirties or early forties. She was pretty, but she’d be prettier if she didn’t wear her hair up in a tight bun and wear such baggy clothes.