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Leaning down, I nip her earlobe, loving the little shriek that escapes her throat. “Hold on to the counter, angel.”
It’s the only warning she gets before I pull out and thrust back in so deep and so quick that even I see stars. Placing one hand on the back of her neck, I hold her flush to the counter and slap her ass with the other. The countertop muffles her cries, but the sound only fuels me on. I do it again and again until I know she’ll feel it every time she sits for the next week.
I pound into her, harder and faster than before, chasing my release, but not until she gives me one more orgasm. Gathering her hair in my hand, I use it to pull her upright against my chest. The change in angles is enough to drive her orgasm to the surface. Her walls spasm and clench around my cock, and I know she’s close.
“Scream my name,” I order.
One flick of my thumb over her hypersensitive clit is all it takes for her to erupt around me, shouting my name as she comes undone. Unable to hold on any longer, I spill myself inside her. Her walls milk every drop from my cock.
I rest my head in the crook of her neck, my heart racing, my breath coming in quick puffs of air. In a rare show of affection, I turn my head and kiss her sweat-soaked neck before pulling out.
I slip my briefs back on before picking her dress up and handing it to her. She’s sliding it up when she suddenly freezes, and I meet her panicked face.
“Oh my God. We didn’t use a condom, and I’m—I’m not on birth control. What were we thinking? I’ll need to get the morning-after pill, and what about diseases? I know I’m clean, but I don’t—”
“Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down. This is serious, Michael.”
Her sassy mouth is like heroin to my demons, and the little shits perk up; their interest is officially piqued once again. “I know, but you don’t need to worry about anything.”
She rubs her hands together like she’s trying to relieve some of the stress clearly bothering her. “What does that mean?”
And I was having such a nice time. I would rather stick a knife into my stomach than have this conversation with her right now. But it’s better to get it out of the way because she’s panicking. She stares at me with glassy eyes, and an overwhelming need to comfort her fills me. I’ve never cared about a woman like this before, but something about this red-haired vixen angel has me feeling emotions that I’ve done a very good job of ignoring all my life.
Sighing, I close the distance between us, reaching out to trace her face. “First, I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was checked, which was a few months ago. That was also when I was told—”
A loud banging on the door fills the room, causing her to jump away from my touch, but I know who it is just by the rhythm of knocks.
“Hey, are you done in there? We need you,” Raphael shouts.
“One moment,” I holler back over my shoulder.
“Friend of yours?”
My lips twitch up. “You could say that.”
The pounding resumes on the door, interrupting me again. “Let’s go, Michael! We don’t have all night. Enzo is waiting.”
With a quick glance over my shoulder, I snap, “I’ll be right there!” There’s a frown on my face when I look back at her. “I have a little business to attend to, but will you stay?”
“I’m not staying in the bathroom,” she jokes.
I smirk at her teasing tone, pleased to see some of the tension dissolve from her shoulders. “Of course not. Go to my table, and I’ll meet you there.”
“What about the group you were with? That girl?”
“You mean the girl I tossed off my lap the second I saw you?” I reach out and tap the tip of her nose playfully. “Jealousy looks cute on you.”
“Well?” She raises one eyebrow, ignoring my comment and humor.
“No. She won’t be there. The booth will be empty.”
“Okay, but don’t leave me waiting for long.”
I’m halfway to the door when she calls from behind me, “Oh, and Michael?” I look over my shoulder. She has a coy smile on her lips, and I’m tempted to tell Raphael to fuck off and continue worshipping at this sinful angel’s feet. “My name is Rose, not Laura. I lied.”
I cross the room, pleased when she doesn’t cower at my approach and happy to finally have her real name. Rose. It fits her. My lips come down on hers and own her mouth in a kiss that promises more passion to come because, like I said, I’m not done with her yet.
