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I didn’t know if she was asleep and dreaming. Awake and pleading. All I knew was how good she felt moving against me.

“Maddy,” I begged. “Are you awake?”

“Yes. Don’t stop. You feel so good,” she replied. “So good.”

I cupped her breast, playing with the nipple. She moaned and arched against my hand. I slid my hand down to the waistband of her pants, slipping my fingers under it and teasing the skin. She reached behind her, drawing my face into the crook of her neck. I licked and kissed the elegant column, latching on to her earlobe and sucking. She grabbed the nape of my neck, fisting my hair, holding me close. I dipped my hand farther down, her gasp a low sound of pleasure as I touched her.

“You want this?” I whispered into her ear, biting on the soft skin. “You want more?”

“Please, Matthew. Oh God, touch me.”

I slipped between her folds, finding her slick and ready. Her clit was a hard nub under my touch, and I groaned as she grasped my hair, tugging on it as I played with her.

“You feel so good on my fingers,” I moaned. “I need more.”

I eased away, rolling her onto her back. She reached for me, our mouths crashing together, my hand finding its way back to her drenched center. I grunted in pleasure as she slid her hand into my boxers, wrapping it around my cock. The sensation of her hand on me was mind-blowing. She stroked me, crying into my mouth as I slid one, then two fingers into her, matching my rhythm with hers. I pressed my thumb to her clit, feeling my orgasm beginning to grow. Chasing it. Desperate to feel hers. I sped up my movements, concentrating on her sounds, learning her body. She whimpered low in her throat, her grip on my dick tightening and building my pleasure. I fell, coming in long spurts as she climaxed, tightening on my digits and crying out my name, then whimpering another, unexpected pair of words.

“Cracker Jacks.”

I buried my face into her neck, moaning her name, unable to stop the orgasm that kept going. Finally, I was spent. Sated. Dragging much-needed oxygen into my lungs as I lay beside her, my fingers still inside her. Carefully, I pulled my hand away, bringing it to my mouth and licking her release from my fingers. She watched me with wide eyes.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” she whispered.

“That was the best morning I’ve had in a long, long time,” I replied. “An unexpected one.”

She bit her lip, worrying it with her teeth. “I think I was dreaming, then when I woke up, you were there…” She trailed off.

I kissed her. “I’m glad I was.”

“Me too.”

“But, Maddy,” I murmured with a grin. “Cracker Jacks?”

She turned pink. “Oh. I, um, tend to shout out things when I’m, you know…”

“Lost in the moment?”

The color deepened to red on her cheeks. “Yeah.”

I kissed her. “Adorable.”

My alarm went off and I groaned. “I don’t want to leave.”

She traced my jaw, her voice sad. “I don’t want you to go, but you have to. And I have to get back to the bakery. But thank you.”

We kissed, her lips warm on mine. I tightened my fingers on her hip. “Sunday is too far away.”

“Then call me later.”

I kissed her again. “I will.”

CHAPTER 8

MADDY

All day, memories of this morning flitted through my head. The erotic dream brought on, no doubt, by Matthew sleeping beside me, his body pressed to mine. Waking up and feeling his erection trapped between us. My desire was rampant, and without a thought, I had pressed his hand to my breast, the feel of his palm on my flesh too good to ignore. I had practically begged him to touch me.

And touch me, he did.