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His pulse raced as he placed a tender kiss on her pretty pink folds, tasting her, exploring He went down on her right there in the hallway, using his tongue and fingers to make her come apart, which took no time at all And even as her body continued to treasm, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedrooht now

He stripped off her dress, followed by every stitch of clothing covering him Then he laid her down on the bed, and for the next hour, proceeded to kiss every inch of her body Her tattoos Her nipples Her pussy again The hurt look on Brett’s face had been branded into his memory, and he was desperate to erase it, desperate to show her that she was important That she deserved to be adored and appreciated and worshipped, da to ain circled her clit

"Everything," he said siht channel, he resuain Christ, she really was perfect Soft and warently coaxed her back to the edge

His cock was rock hard and raring to go, and when he finally climbed up her body and slid inside her, he almost lost it on the first thrust

"I love this," Brett whispered Her ars circled his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his buttocks

She arched her hips, and a shock of pleasure raced down his spine and tingled in his balls Slow He had to go slow Make it last Make it good

But Brett had clearly had enough of the painstaking pace he’d set Her ass rose off the bed tohirind into her and make both of the over before he could stop it AJ ca his face in her neck as release barreled through hiht from his head

Later, after they’d devoured fifty dollars worth of Chinese takeout, they nestled together in each other’s arms, Brett’s cheek pressed to his bare chest as he lazily twined a strand of her hair between his fingers

Her warm breath fanned over his pecs "Why don’t you ever want to hang out at your place?"

AJ was surprised it had taken her this long to voice the question, but he supposed there was no avoiding it now that they were dating

Dating Man, the concept still felt so foreign to hiet attached to this wo stab he’d felt last hen he’d iood-bye to her

"I like it better here," he answered, absently stroking her back

"Why?"

"I don’t know… Your place feels…lived in, I guess Welco It has personality--your personality"

"And yours doesn’t?"

"Not really" He paused "My mother decorated it, and honestly, it’s never felt like home to me"

Brett sounded upset "Didn’t you have any say? You didn’t pick out furniture or colors or artwork?"