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“Chase? You okay? You sorta stopped ed into her Slaroan

He noticed Ava hadn’t lifted her head “Tella single stroke

“Hot as hell No wonder you love to take me from behind, if this is what it looks like”

“Oh yeah” Chase picked up the pace, his hands slippery on her da turn on to bury my dick so far inside you it looks like we’re one person”

“Pretty poetic, McKay God! Do that again”

“This?” He swiveled his hips when his ck was fully seated

“Yes! Dammit, I’m done”

She ca, but she held position

Which sent hi into the abyss Pulse after pulse of his ck e His eyes rolled back in his head and pleasure swa a cramp,” he roused himself froave hirinned back at her “You know, Hollywood This yoga stuff ain’t half bad”

Chapter Twenty

If the first teeks they were together had been about friendship, the last teeks had been about sex

They still couldn’t get enough of each other They’d spend all day traveling Then they’d fall on each other the second they were alone Usually in their motel room, since Chase wasn’t much on public displays of affection But when that bedroom door closed? It was almost as if her body became an extension of his—their bodies were never apart for very long, whether in rest, in sleep or in passion

The passion between them…one for the record books Ava had never been in such an explosive sexual relationship She’d known Chase’s sexuality was an innate part of him, but she’d never understood it was such an innate part of her too

Yet, for as addictive as their love had becoed They never ran out of things to talk about Silly things Serious things She never had to guess Chase’s feelings on anything He threw they The silences between the conversation

What she wouldn’t give for sohed

“That’s about the fifteenth ti now?”

Rather than let it go again, she snapped, “Do you have to eat those stupid sunflower seeds every daet in the truck?”

Chase said, “Yup,” then spit the spent seeds into his discard cup

Rattle the bag Fill his mouth with seeds Crack the seeds Spit out the empty shells Repeat So insane

Sure, it was Chase’s truck But if she had to listen to Mr Chip his nuts for the next three hours, sherash, and rude, and violent to his nuts

Needing a distraction, she flipped on the radio, scrolling through static until she found a station that played decent music Her bare toes tapped in time to Lady GaGa’s “Poker Face” as she resituated herself and her laptop

Click Off went the radio

Ava didn’t demand he turn it back on She just reached over and did it herself

“Shut that shit off,” Mr Chip to it”