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English rolled to the side so he didn’t crush Caitlyn. Her bare skin was against his side, their bodies cooling together while they fought to catch their breath.
Inside his head, his teenage self high-fived him for sleeping with Caitlyn Powers. His lips lifted in a satisfied smirk, but s*x with Caitlyn was definitely not about fulfilling some teenage fantasy. It was all about fulfilling her adult need. And based on the way she lost control, he was quite confident he’d succeeded.
Before his heart slowed, English crawled over Caitlyn, kissing her on the nose, then went to the bathroom to take care of the c****m. He washed his hands and went back to her. She hadn’t moved, which made him smile.
“Get that smirk off your face,” she said. “It’s been a while.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t smirk,”
