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“Fuck, baby,” I snarled.

White-hot pleasure clawed at my chest. My dick jerked with each rope of come that forcefully spilled. This wasn’t an orgasm, it was an out-of-body experience I never wanted to end. Buried deep in Catarina. Finally. I closed my eyes and let the euphoria pull me under.

Chapter Seven

I was still swimming up from the best orgasm I’d ever had in my whole life. My one and only that was not given to me by my own hand.

Holy wow.

“Baby?”

I blinked away the haze and focused on Jack’s handsome face.

“Huh?”

His hand came up and cupped my cheek, the touch so gentle I nuzzled into his palm.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah.”

I was more than okay, I was stupendous. The area between my legs was gloriously sore. My mind was filled with memories of Jack’s rough thrusts, which came in second place only to the hungry look in his eyes as he fucked me. The look won out only because it made me feel powerful, wanted, so desired Jack couldn’t hide it. I’d never forget that look or the feeling.

“Fucks me to say this, but we only have a minute before someone comes knocking again.”

Shit, how had I forgotten?

Because you had a hot guy banging you with his hot-guy big dick, giving you a mind-erasing orgasm.

Right, that was why.

For all my bravado when I was hot and bothered and worked up, now that I was post climax, I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

Jack did. He slid out.

I whimpered at the loss of him—then he froze.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when he didn’t move.

He glanced down between my legs. A sudden bout of shyness hit, and I tried to close my legs. This didn’t work for two reasons—first, his hips were in the way, second, his hands went to my thighs and kept them spread.

His gaze drifted back up. My belly did a somersault at the troubled look on his face.

“Jack?”

“I didn’t wear a condom.”

Well, damn.

“I’m on birth control,” I told him. “It’s an implant in my arm.”

He nodded but was no less unsettled.

An unpleasant thought hit me.

“I’m clean. I mean, I don’t have—”

Jack’s thumb glided over my cheek to my lips, and he silenced me.