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  He pressed kisses up the inside of my thigh as I floated down from heaven. “Fuck, that was hot, honey,” he rumbled. He slid up my body, his hard erection pressing against me.

  I happily moaned, unable to form a coherent thought at the moment.

  His mouth latched onto my nipple again and my pussy clenched, ready for more. This man was like a drug. I couldn’t get enough of him and I never wanted to stop. He pulled down the other cup of my bra and palmed my breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and finger. “Holy hell.” I licked my lips and relaxed my arms above my head. “Can we do that again? I mean like, probably a few days from now so I can recover, but I really want to do that again.”

  Dante’s body shook, and he buried his face in my neck. “Fuck you’re funny, honey.”

  “I’m not being funny, Dante,” I scolded. “I really want to do that again. Like soon.” I was serious as hell. I grabbed his hair in my hand and lifted his head. “Stop laughing at me.”

  He shook his head with a huge grin on his face and pushed off me. “I promise that’ll happen so many times again that you’ll lose count.”

  Well, that was a good answer.

  “You think you’re up for more or are you needing those few days to recover right now?”

  I thought about it for a second. “What exactly do you mean by more?”

  “I wanna fuck you, Kennedy. That’s what I wanna do, but I’ll do whatever you’ll let me do.”

  I bit my lip and laid back my head, staring at the ceiling. “I think that’s doable. Or, more like, I’m doable.” I smirked and raised my head an inch to look down at Dante, who was laughing again.

  “Good, because I’d thought you’d like to go for a ride.” Dante wrapped his arms around me, did some ninja magic, and managed to flip us over so I was on top and he was relaxing underneath me. Thank God for a huge ass couch.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I stated looking down at him. Well, he had his shorts and boxers only, but still, it was too much.

  I reached around and unhooked my bra while my eyes traveled over his sculpted chest taking in his tattoos and various scars. “Do I wanna know how you got all these scars?”

  Dante chuckled and put his arms behind his head. His eyes were lazy, and a small smirk was playing on his lips. “All have the same story along the lines of my black eye and cut from today.”

  “Humph. I don’t think I could ever watch you fight. I’m more of a lover than a fighter.”

  “Sometimes you need to be a fighter, Kennedy.”

  I traced a half-crescent shaped scar by his collar bone. “I guess if you have something worth fighting for. I’m just not sure about stepping into a ring just to prove that you’re strong.”

  “Then just leave that to me, honey.”

  “Hmm, I guess that’ll do.” Just no more scars, I added silently. I wasn’t in the position to tell Dante what to do.

  I ran my hands over his chest, gently scraping my nails against his smooth skin. “You look like fucking Heaven sitting there, honey.” He reached up, cupping my breasts, and I arched my back, pressing my them into his hands.

  “The view is pretty nice from up here, too,” I murmured.

  “Come here, honey,” he growled.

  “Hmm, but I like my perch from up here,” I purred.

  Dante jackknifed off the couch and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’m gonna have to teach you a little bit of combat sparring.” His hands quickly grabbed my wrists, wrapped them around my back, and then he pulled me down on top of him.

  “What the hell was that?” I giggled. I was pressed flush on top of him, with one of his hands holding both of my wrists behind my back.

  “That was a bit of a takedown. Not exactly what I would do with one of the guys since they normally have their clothes on and I’m not trying to cop a feel.”

  My giggle floated around us and I pressed a kiss to his chest. “I’d love to be a fly on the wall if that was happening over at the studio.”

  “The only way that shit is happening is if you get your sexy ass over to the studio and go a few rounds in the ring with me. I guarantee I'll let you take me down a few times.”

  “I might have to take you up on that,” I muttered.

  His hands trailed down my back and cupped my ass. “You still ready for me, honey, or am I going to have to work you up again?” He squeezed my butt and bucked his hips up.

  “You just cut to the chase, don’t you?” I squeezed my hips around him as I moved my way up his body, pressing kisses to his neck.

  “Been on this Earth long enough to know that if I want something, it’s better to cut to the chase rather than beat around the bush. That’s the only way you get ahead in this life.”

  “Or bust down the door, right?” I laughed.

  “That’s always the last-ditch effort if asking doesn’t work.”

  “Well, my door is wide open,” I whispered in his ear.

  “Take my shorts off,” he ordered, his tone demanding.

  He released my hands and they snaked down between us, fumbling to find the button on his shorts. I tugged down the zipper. He lifted his hips slightly and I worked them down his legs to his knees, then he managed to kick them off the rest of the way.

  He flipped us over and pulled off his boxers.

  “Hey, I thought I was going for a ride?” I complained.

  Dante kicked off his boxers and sat back on his knees looking down at me as he stroked his cock.

  Any more complaints I had about not being on top died in my throat and I just watched. His cock was long and thick with a surprising barbell through the end of it. “Jesus Christ,” I gasped. “Now, that was something I was not expecting.” I had never been with a man who had a pierced cock. My arousal rose to all-time heights and I anxiously rubbed my legs together.

  “I thought that you would like that little surprise, honey.”

  “I’m not normally one to like surprises, but I think that I can handle this one.”

  His fingers on his other hand brushed against the lips of my pussy. “We’re about to find out if you can handle it.”

  My body shivered at his words, and I widened my legs then raised my hands over my head. I licked my lips and my eyes connected with his. “Please,” I begged. Dante had worked me up again with just his words and I was more than ready to feel his full, long, pierced cock inside me.

  Dante pressed his rock-hard cock at the entrance to my pussy and my anticipation soared. His mouth was on my nipple, sucking and licking, while his other hand teased my clit. He slowly plunged inside me, my legs widened even further to accommodate him. “That’s my girl,” he said through clenched teeth.

  I silently preened under his words, liking him calling me his girl. I wanted every rock-solid inch of him deep inside me, and from the way Dante’s eyes were glazed over with desire, he wanted the same thing too.

  “Fuck me,” he grunted. “So God damn tight.”

  His lips crashed down on mine when he was fully planted inside me. His hips were flush against mine, and I had never felt so full in my life. “Move,” I moaned. It had been an excruciating pleasure as he slowly entered me, and I was dying to feel his hard dick slide and plunge in and out.

  “So anxious,” he hissed against my lips.

  I squirmed underneath, hoping to get a little bit of movement. He grabbed my hands and held them over my head. “I’m in control of this, honey. You’re still going for a ride, it’s just a bit of a different one.” He nuzzled my neck, his lips covering every inch of my skin with kisses.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” I moaned as his teeth nipped my ear sending shockwaves through my body.

  “Good. Keep up the sass, and I’ll tease you all night long.”

  As much as that turned me on, it also pissed me off because I wanted him to move. Now. I bit my lip and turned my head, glaring at him. He lifted his head with a huge grin on his face. “Move.”

  “What’s the magic word?” he c
huckled.

  I tried bucking my hips, but he had me pinned to the couch. I growled and curled my lips.

  “Even pissed off, you’re still sexy as hell with my dick buried inside you.” He leaned back, his dick slowly moved out of me, and I moaned with each inch.

  His hands grabbed my thighs, raised them from the couch, and then he pushed them towards my chest. “You sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice low.

  I bucked my hips in reply. I was more than ready for him to get his hips moving.

  Dante plummeted back into me, planting firmly inside me, then slid out just as quickly. “Fucking tight,” he growled.

  His hips went to work, thrusting in and out of me, driving us both closer and closer to the edge. My hands roamed over his body, feeling his tight and taut muscles beneath them. Dante had the body of twenty-year-old but the experience of his age backing him up as he fucked me into oblivion.

  Dante fell on top of me, his teeth homing in on my nipple, and tugging it with his teeth as his hips continued to pound into me.

  “You gonna come for me again, honey?” he asked, his lips brushing against my breast.

  I wrapped my legs around him and ran my fingers through his hair. “Yes,” I moaned.

  He buried his face in my neck and caged me in with his arms as he put all his weight on his forearms on the couch. He was grinding down on me, giving it to me deep.

  My thighs began to tremble, the warm, tell-tale sign that I was about to come all over Dante’s dick. He rolled his hips, and I ran my hands down his back and grabbed a handful of his taut ass. You know how men said they were either breast or ass men? Well, I was an ass woman. The feel of his tight ass in my hands and hard, rocking thrusting of his hips drove me insane, and I fell over the edge, my orgasm crashing into me.

  “Dante,” I moaned as he continued to thrust, harder than before while he reached for his own release.

  The walls of my pussy contracted around him, milking and coaxing his sweet cum from his dick. He grunted low, his eyes clenched tight, “Fuck me,” he chanted.

  My legs wrapped tightly around him as my body came down from my second orgasm, and Dante found his first. His arms gave out as he thrust one last time and collapsed on top of me.

  My eyes were closed, my breathing was heavy, and I just enjoyed the feel of Dante.

  “We really need to do that again.”

  I giggled and trailed my fingers up his back. “You mean after we recover from this time, right?”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever recover from having you, honey. That was fucking amazing.” He sighed into the couch. He slid to the side, gathering me in his arms and pulling me half onto his chest as we both tried to catch our breath.

  “Remind me again why I was fighting that?”

  Dante chuckled and pulled a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch onto us. I closed my eyes and cuddled close to him. Sleepiness snuck up on me.

  “I really can’t remember why, honey.” His voice was low, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

  I yawned and tossed my arm over his stomach. “You should really take me home,” I sighed. “You’ve got training and whatever in the morning.”

  “In a little bit. I think I need a nap before I try to stand.”

  Hmm, a nap sounded pretty darn good. “Twenty minutes and then you take me home.”

  “Anything you say, honey.”

  I gave into my sleepiness and drifted off thinking that being in Dante’s arms was even better than I had imagined.

  **********

  Chapter 18

  Dante

  “Just let me pay for the coffee.”

  I pushed away her money and pulled out of the drive-thru. “Put your money away, honey. It ain’t any good with me.”

  She huffed and shoved it into the empty cup holder. “You don’t need to pay for everything for me.”

  “I’m not hurting for money. A four-dollar latte isn’t going to break the bank for me.”

  She held the cup up to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Well, thank you but don’t tell Molly. She’ll probably beat us for not getting coffee from her.”

  “If she had a drive-thru, we would have stopped there.” Plus, the café was five blocks out of the way from Kennedy’s apartment.

  It was just after seven, and we were on the way over to Kennedy’s after sleeping on the couch all night. Our twenty-minute nap had turned into five hours and a stiff neck for both of us.

  My couch was amazing, but it wasn’t better than sleeping in an actual bed. I rolled my head from side to side trying to work the kink out of it. “You got any plans tonight?” I asked as we pulled into her apartment complex.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m going to sleep all day, after that, I have no idea.”

  “Well, I’ll call you later.”

  She glanced over at me and laughed. “I think I’m supposed to play hard to get for a couple of days before I answer your call.”

  I pulled in front of the door and shifted the car into park. “You do that, honey, and you’ll see my skills in knocking down your door.” I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her across the center console, meeting her halfway. “Answer the phone when I call,” I ordered.

  She leaned in, her lips connected with mine, and her hand cupped my face. “I guess you’ll just have to see what happens when you call,” she spoke against my lips. She may have started the kiss, but I was damn well going to finish it.

  I slanted my head, my tongue probing her mouth and my hand threading through her hair.

  We were both panting heavily when I pulled away, and I was wondering if I had time to run up to her apartment and kiss her properly without anything in between us.

  “I’ll answer the phone,” she whispered.

  “That’s my girl. Now run on up before I decided breaking in your bed is more important than training.”

  She gave a small yelp and quickly opened her door. “I still need a little more recovery time,” she said as she slid from the truck.

  “You got about six hours to recover before I’m back,” I threatened.

  She cocked her head to the side. “I’ll be ready.” She threw a wink at me and slammed her door shut. I waited ‘til she had the door open to shift the truck into drive but didn’t move.

  She glanced over her shoulder at me and gave me the sexy little smile that I was waiting for. She disappeared into the apartment, and I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the studio.

  I had plans to kick Kellan and Tate’s asses for the next couple of hours, run home for a nap and a shower, and then I was headed back over to Kennedy’s.

  I was far from done with her.

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  Kennedy

  “Well, well, if it isn’t Cinderella home from the ball. Finally.”

  I jumped ten feet off the floor and tossed my keys up in the air. “What the hell?” I shouted.

  Karlton was sitting on my small patio off the living room with his feet kicked up on the railing and a cup of coffee from the café in his hand.

  “I came over to see how your night was and to apologize for pestering you so much these past few weeks. Imagine my surprise when you weren’t here, but your car still was. One can only wonder where you spent your night last night.”

  I picked my keys up off the floor and tossed them on the kitchen counter. Thankfully, I had managed to keep my fingers wrapped around my cup and had not tossed that all over my kitchen. “I never should have given you a key.” If I had known that he was going to use it whenever he damn well pleased, I never would have handed it over to him.

  “Oh hush, sugar, and come tell Uncle Karlton how your night and morning was,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

  I kicked off my sandals and headed down the hallway to my bedroom. “First, let me change,” I called.

  After I slipped on my comfy pajamas, I tossed my hair up into a sloppy bun and padded my way out to the patio, grabbing my coffee from the kitchen counter on
the way. “I had plans to sleep when I got home,” I mumbled as I sat down in the chair next to him.

  “You can go to sleep after you tell me how your date was last night.”

  “It wasn’t a date.”

  “Oh, for crying out loud. You’re still saying that you aren’t dating him? Sugar, you spent the night at the man’s house last night. You’re dating him, whether you like it or not.”

  I cleared my throat and looked out over the balcony. “We agreed that he’s my decoy with benefits.”

  Karlton’s jaw dropped. “Why, you little hussy. I never thought you would be friends with benefits with anyone.”

  “Well, I thought of it out of nowhere, and Dante was all over it when I suggested it.”

  Karlton snickered and took a sip of coffee. “I bet he was all over it. That man has been all about you since he heard about you needing a decoy.”

  “I still can’t wrap my head around that one.”

  “Sugar, wrap your head around it because that man jumped through all of the hoops I set out before him, and he came out smiling on the other end.”

  “Hoops?” I asked. What in the heck was he talking about?

  “I had to make sure he was good to go.”

  I looked over at him and quirked my eyebrow. “Are you trying to explain what you mean by hoops? Because all you are doing is confusing me even more.”

  “Well, first he had to go through my interview of important questions.”

  “Important questions? What could those have possibly been?” I could only imagine the crazy things Karlton had asked. They all were more than likely inappropriate and none of his business.

  He leaned back in his chair and turned his face up to the sun. “I found a matchmaker questionnaire online. I think it was from the seventies because one of them was about jheri curl and whether or not he would ever consider it. He thankfully said no, by the way.”

  “Oh, my Lord, Karlton. You are absolutely crazy. Why would you even use that?” I could only imagine what Dante thought with Karlton spurting off insane questions.