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ZEKE
I laid on my side, watching Levi sleep. Sooty lashes fanned above the purplish smudges beneath his eyes. Light snores escaped his parted lips that remained swollen and red from kissing for a good hour after he’d f****d me into my bed.
Levi’s confidence, his blunt honesty, came out during s*x, and not just from his mouth. He’d moved against my body—in my body—with pure, unadulterated truth, showing me his thoughts, his feelings toward me without words. The man might be insecure as hell in some areas of his life, but he knew how to f**k.
And my ass ached in the best way possible, but I wanted him again.
Never enough.
I let out a contented sigh rather than kissing him awake. The dark circles beneath his eyes insisted I let him sleep. I couldn’t imagine he’d gotten much the previ
