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"Baby…" Gael nuzzled against Angela\'s nape, his scruff grazing her skin and sending tingles down her spine. She moaned and leaned into him when he cupped her breast through the shirt. "You might want to wake up your friend. Her flight will be in a few hours. You have to eat, and she has to prepare."

"What time is it?" she asked, tilting her head to give him more access.

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"Nine."

She groaned, pulling the covers over her face and Gael\'s. "I feel like Thor\'s hammer came down on my head."

"Hurts that bad?" She nodded, and his hand snaked down her waist and past the cheek of her ass. "Let me relieve you. Hangover sex is the best remedy for that." 

Gael placed soft kisses on her neck—at a spot he knew she loved while his hot fingers made contact with her bare skin underneath her shirt—his shirt. A gasp escaped her lips when his expert fingers found her wet folds. She swore, just by having him next to her, she was always damp down there. 

"You\'re wet, Angel. Were you dreaming about this?" His fingers teased her wet slick, probing but not entering. She bucked against them, sucking on her bottom lip.

She didn\'t get to answer when he pushed two fingers inside. "Oh, God." Gripping the pillow, she panted as he began to pump his fingers, massaging her clit at the same time.

"You sober enough now?" he murmured into her ear, and she nodded. She wasn\'t only sober—she was now wide awake. God, this man really knew how to wake her up. She would never get tired of this. Of him. 

Then his deep and husky voice stroked her ear, making her wetter under his ministrations. "Good. Because I\'ve been dying to bury my cock inside you since last night, you little tease."

Angela whimpered when his fingers disappeared between her thighs, earning a chuckle from him. "Patience, Babe," he said as he shoved his boxer briefs down his legs. Then he scooped her by the waist and placed her on top of him, her legs straddling his hips in a reverse cowgirl position. She removed her shirt, tossed it to the side, and leaned slightly backward to accommodate the angle of his length. Not a second later, he slammed into her in one liquid thrust.

"Aaahhh!!!"

"Fuck."

The ache in her head was dull and throbbing but was slowly replaced by the thrilling sensation below her stomach as Gael hammered in and out of her—first unhurriedly, but that only lasted for a few seconds before he picked up the pace, eliciting pleasure cries from Angela every time he hit her delicious spot. He knew how and where she loved it like he\'d memorized everything about her.

She rolled her hips, meeting his every push, the carnal build-up at the bottom of her spine sending tiny jolts of blissful stimulation. Angela let out another cry of pleasure when he massaged her breasts, his skillful fingers pinching and tugging her aching buds. She might have been on top, but he was in charge—and she was a willing participant.

"Touch yourself. Come with me," Gael grunted and picked up his pace, his hard-as-rock shaft sliding in and out of her in the most delicious way. Angela did as she was told, reaching between her folds and rubbing sensual circles on her clit. She was so close—she could feel the tip of her orgasm pulling her to that height she was chasing, heat flooding between her legs.

"Faster, baby," he commanded, and she followed, their moans and pants mixing in the air. "So good."

He tightened underneath her, his cock pulsing in her inner walls as he came. Several strings of curses escaped his lips as he pressed his forehead against her neck and the feel of him throbbing inside her sent her shattering and coming all over him. Her eyes rolled into their sockets, and her cries echoed in the room as she bucked and writhed while riding her orgasm. 

Gael pulled out when Angela came down from her high and set her beside him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "How\'s that for driving away another fucker\'s hammer? The only hammer you\'ll have on and in you is mine."

That made her laugh. She slapped his chest and clutched her head. "You are so crude."

"You like it."

She did, and only because it was him. Her head definitely felt lighter after that incredible orgasm. She let out a sigh as she snuggled up with him for a few minutes before they got out of bed and showered. Her morning certainly started off to a great start despite the hangover.

Gael had an adjustment session with his chiropractor that morning who was coming over, so he left the bedroom first while she took her time with her morning routine and changed into a tank top and yoga pants. Depending on how wasted Nina was, it could take time to wake up her best friend. Nina was supposed to leave for the airport at eleven in the morning to make it to her flight that Gael arranged in his private plane.

Seriously. This man just kept on making her stomach flutter. He didn\'t mind Nina staying for a few days, but her best friend had to go back due to an appointment.

When she was done, Angela came out of the room and saw Gael shirtless white sitting on a portable chiropractic table. He had his right arm up in an L while the chiropractor adjusted his shoulder, pressing into the hollow of Gael\'s underarm.

"Son of a bitch." Gael gritted his teeth as his face contorted. The other man instructed him to move his elbow here and there, and Gael endured the pain as he complied.

Angela didn\'t know he was in that much pain as he didn\'t say anything to her. Was it just recent? Yesterday, maybe? She worried; her face scrunched up as she watched. "Are you okay, babe?"

He turned his head towards her just as the man let go of his arm, and he chuckled, his expression going back to his casual self. "Yeah. I\'m okay now."

After Gael reassured her that she had nothing to worry about, she headed to the guest room where Nina stayed and found her face down on the bed with the blanket up to her neck. Angela reached for her best friend\'s shoulder and shook her lightly.

"Ninz. Wake up."

Nina lazily opened her eyes and mumbled a "good morning".

Angela was about to tell her to get up when she sensed a presence from the corner of the room. Someone had come out of the bathroom. She snapped her head and yelped out a scream, her eyes widening in shock. Then she slapped her hands over her mouth.

"Angel?" Gael called out from the living room. 

A deep chuckle rumbled from the naked man—whose hair was still wet from the shower—several feet away from Angela. He was utterly unabashed in his birthday suit, his flaccid penis dangling between his legs. And he wasn\'t in a hurry to cover himself as he sauntered towards the foot of the bed to pick up a garment.

Nina sat up on the bed, giggling, the blanket falling to her waist. She was naked too. Of course, she was.

"I-It\'s nothing!" Angela managed to respond to Gael and looked away from the naked man.

"I won\'t take that as an insult," Giovanni said as he shoved his legs into his boxer briefs. "As you\'ve witnessed, my dick is definitely the opposite of nothing."

He and Nina both laughed at something they found funny while Angela was still trying to wrap her head around what greeted her in the bedroom. This was a hangover she didn\'t think she\'d experience today—or ever. She needed coffee and Tylenol.