Last First Date (Last First Kiss Book 3) by Anna Michael

Author:Anna Michael [Michael, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mols Books
Published: 2020-05-13T16:00:00+00:00

Darcy

I've never been this exhausted in my entire life. I'm pretty sure we only slept for an hour, tops. Because not only does Abernathy have an unnaturally gigantic mega dick, apparently he's also insatiable. This is the closest I've ever been to fucked to death.

But here we are first thing in the early morning hours, cuddling like a couple on their honeymoon. This can’t be real.

I never expected Thomas Abernathy to be a cuddler. I figured he was more of a "call you an Uber while handing you a baby wipe" type. You know, the kind of guy who blocks your number even before you've texted to thank him for a good time. But instead here he is, the big spoon wrapped up around my little spoon.

It's stifling, actually. I'm used to having my own space and this guy is squashing me with the entirety of his big man body and all of its muscles. Also, he's apparently got a severe case of morning wood, because something is insistently pressing into me halfway up my back and unless he's secretly a contortionist, it's not his leg.

Sheesh. How we even made that work between us, physically speaking, is sort of beyond me at this point. I guess we'd better try again though. You know, for science.

I swallow the giggle that threatens to erupt because I don't want to wake him. Thomas Abernathy is so damn pretty when he sleeps. He's so innocent looking, but then he also has this sexy as hell man beard that makes my nipples ache all over again from last night's beard burn. Lord, the things he did with his wicked mouth.

And this line of thought is not helping me stave off the desire to attack him and possibly call in sick to fuck his brains out all day long today.

It's his own fault for being so damn hot in bed. I’d assumed that his reputation was at least somewhat just talk. You know, like those urban legends that grow and change over time until it becomes something mythological rather than based in reality.

But it turns out that Abernathy's reputation for pleasing women was well earned, and maybe even downplayed. Christ, they should write poetry about his skills. Ode to a Massive Manaconda or something.

Because not only is he by far the biggest man I've ever laid eyes on in real life, but he's also one of those men who truly cares about the pleasure of his partner. Me. As in he cares very much that I’m the one who comes first and most often. It generally felt as if my own pleasure fueled his.

I can't stop staring at him like the schmuck that I am, and I really want him to open his eyes and stare back at me too. So I brush a little lock hair out of his face and then he absolutely slays me with the happiest smile I've ever seen on his face. "Hey," I murmur at him.

"Hey yourself," he says and leans in for a kiss.

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