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“Please.”

He loved how the word slipped from her lips. Airless, and yet so sure. Desperate in her want, but assured in her need.

Chris fucked her slow at first, his hands flattening to her sides to grab tight and pull her into every flex of his hips. And then when she whined, the broken cries she tried to hide muffled into the pillow, he fucked her faster.

A little harder.

Deeper.

Until she trembled, her skin flushed, and her lips a bitten-red from her teeth as she shook through her first orgasm from his dick. And just as fast, before she had even finished shaking through that orgasm, he moved them on the bed.

Him on his back.

Her on top.

“Ride me until you come again,” he told her, thrusting his hips up, so she sat deeper onto his cock while her breaths burst out of her chest, “use me like you want to Val, and I’ll get what I need, too. Fuck me, woman.”

She did.

So damn good, too.

As much as Chris didn’t want to leave that bedroom, or Valeria’s side, he still pushed out of the bed slowly. Once the two had cleaned up, redressed, and he tucked her into his side in the bed, she fell into a deep sleep.

Small blessings, he supposed.

A quick look out the window told him the sky was still dark, and would be for a while. If all went well, the house would be quiet, and the rest of the people would be asleep, or damn close to it. No one would look sideways at him coming down the hallway in the middle of the night, not if they were already drunk, or sleepy.

An easy excuse—he had to use the bathroom.

Who would question it?

Still, Chris didn’t want to risk running into anyone at all. One or two incidents he might be able to brush off, but if caught in a compromising position with Valeria, then this whole thing would be over.

That was not a risk he wanted to take.

A check of the clock on the bedside table told him it was three in the morning—lucky he hadn’t fallen asleep, too. It would be a long day for him tomorrow with only a couple of hours of sleep, but with Valeria still pressed against him, her taste lingering on his tongue, and the sounds of her bliss echoing in his mind …

Worth it.

This had been worth it.

Leaning over the bed, he tangled his fingers in the stray waves of Valeria’s black hair that had fallen over her shoulder. Tucking the strands back, he let his fingertips glide over her delicate shoulder, and down her arm. She slept on, unbothered by his attention, lost in her dreams.

Like this, she was peaceful.

He wanted her to have more of that.

Peace.

Someone who gave a fuck.

He wanted to be that person.

Carefully, he dropped a soft kiss to her shoulder, and the corner of her mouth. He swore he saw her lips quirk into a smile in her dreams, but he couldn’t linger any longer than he already had.

“See you soon, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Before he found another reason to stay—wasn’t the woman sleeping in the bed reason enough?—Chris headed out of the bedroom, checking the hallway first. An empty hall stared back at him, thankfully. He closed the bedroom door behind him without making a sound.

Down the hall though?

Another door clicked.

Chris looked that way, but saw nothing.

Someone going back to bed?

God.

He fucking hoped so.