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LAURA

I slept in his room that night.

It wasn’t something that I’d consciously done; By the time he was done with me, the only thing that had been on my mind was sleep and I’d slipped right into it without giving a damn whose bed—or room—it was.

Then I’d woken up the next morning, sat up on the bed, blinked at the strangeness of the place, then I’d turned, taken one look at the sexy hunk of a man lying beside me—the same one who’d had his hands firmly around me like he hadn’t wanted to let go even in his sleep—at the tattoos bared with the sheets around his waist, and I hadn’t felt so bad about not waking up in my own room.

So what had I done?

I’d woken him up with a blowjob, alternating between sucking his dick and tracing his tattoos with my tongue. Then after quite some time of lazing there like a king, simply enjoying my attentions on him, he’d flipped us around and fucked the shit out of me—with me facing away from him.

I was shitting all over my rules and it wasn’t half as b