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He groaned, pressing an affectionate kiss to my hole. “I want you to suck my cock again like the dirty cumslut you are.”

Still smiling, I leaned back down to take him into my mouth once more.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Good Morning Exercises

Vince

This time, I didn’t move away when I woke up just as the room was getting light, my front pressed tightly to Crossbody’s nude back and my arm slung over his waist.

Still half-asleep, I rubbed my nose against the back of his shoulder and pressed a kiss there, snuggling closer and breathing in his scent as I drifted back off. When I roused again, it was because Crossbody was stretching his long limbs as he came to, a sleepy groan vibrating against my chest.

He lazily shifted onto his back and slipped an arm around me, his eyes still closed as he nuzzled my cheek. My belly swooped with pleasure, and I pushed myself up onto my elbow so I could lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. They curved into a smile against mine as he kissed me back, then sighed and reached up to rub his eyes before blinking them open.

“What time is it?” he asked, voice still hoarse from sleep, making my chest ache a little.

“Dunno.” I kissed him again. “But it’s morning. So. Good morning.”

My lips tilted into a wry, crooked smile as he looked up at me and caught on quickly, his mouth twitching.

“Good morning,” he repeated politely. My smile widened.

I was pretty sure this wasn’t the context Corey had envisioned when he’d asked us to do those stupid ‘good morning’ exercises. But at least we were doing them.

My gut suddenly tightened with a famished gurgle, which made Crossbody huff a laugh as I flopped down and rested my cheek on his chest.

“Fuck, I’m hungry,” I groaned, running my hand over his lean stomach as he threaded his fingers through my hair.

“We could go to the diner again,” he said hesitantly. “You were right. The food was very good. And there was a lot of it.”

“Yeah, let’s do that. But maybe we should brave the shower before we leave this time.”

I felt him shudder in exaggerated horror as his long legs tangled with mine. “But it’s several decades old. And pink.”

I chuckled. “I kinda like it.”

“I suppose it could be classed as chic in a retro way.”

Snorting, I pushed myself back up and shoved my messy hair off my face. “That is what I look for in cheap motel rooms with pervy incubi running the place.”

“Oh yes, I met him.” Crossbody wrinkled his nose as he sat up. “He was very… passionate.”

I found myself stiffening a little. “Did he hit on you?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.” Crossbody pulled back the covers and shifted to the edge of the bed. When he stood and stretched, my gaze locked on his ass and my cock started to stiffen.

I was willing to admit at this point—maybe a little too late, but I was good at being stubborn—that I was unlikely to get enough of him anytime soon. We hadn’t been quite so manic and insatiable last night, taking it a little easier and actually getting some proper sleep, but I could’ve easily kept going. I could’ve kept going right now. I still wanted him.

A lot.

So much that I already wanted to ask him when we were next coming back here.

He had to want that too, right? We had to be on the same page. It wasn’t like we wanted to be together or anything, but we clearly wanted to fuck each other.

A lot.

I climbed out of bed and followed him into the bathroom, reaching for the new bar of soap and unwrapping it as he turned on the shower. It was just a given that we were getting in there together. Well, I mean, maybe it wasn’t to him, but it was happening.