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We stay in silence, catching our breaths. Her body still shakes from the intensity, so I speak to her softly, peppering her face with tiny kisses.

“You did so well, baby girl. You’re so beautiful, did you know that?” She hums, eyes closed, growing sleepy. My heart expands seventy times its normal size at her implicit trust in me.

Holding her closer, I whisper, “I’m going to love you every day of my life, Firefly. Whatever you need, you only have to ask.”

Her breathing steadies, finally asleep. I smile, watching her expression relax. I touch her lips reverently, then trace along her jaw. I spent thirty-five years waiting for her. And in two days, when I wipe this world of my father, I’ll have everything required to live my life in peace.

***

The Speed Dating Event

Kyrielle’s chest flushes with the pleasure that just made her bite the Hells out of my palm, but there’s so much more I’m about to deliver. Keeping my eyes on hers, I undo my belt. She swallows hard, watching my fingers loosen the buckle.

From my back pocket, I pull out my wallet, removing the condom I keep stashed. Keeping her legs wide, Kyrielle leans forward, palm out. “Let me.”

I raise an eyebrow, but I’ll obey anything coming out of those pretty lips. She rips it open with her teeth, then reaches into my boxer briefs. I inhale sharply through my teeth, already close enough to embarrass the fuck out of myself.

Pulling me closer, Kyrielle holds my gaze as she rolls the condom on. Each torturous stroke has my chest burning for oxygen, seemingly uninterested in filling my lungs enough. Her fiery eyes keep me captivated as she shifts her hips forward and guides the head of my cock to her entrance.

“Make it count,” she murmurs, lifting her mouth for a kiss.

When I sink into her tight warmth, I know there’s a problem immediately. Because she feels so fucking good, I don’t know how walking away will be possible. When her legs wrap around my waist, it feels like my reality’s altering. How can someone as beautiful, funny, and sexy as her just … walk out of my life?

Impossible.

Grabbing her ass, I jerk her flush against my body and begin moving, watching every micro-expression for a clue on how she’s feeling. Something flickers in her eyes; I can’t help but wonder if it’s the same realization I’ve just come to. Soft hands thread through my hair as she presses our foreheads together. At first, we don’t make a sound, enraptured by the way our bodies join.

She lets out the smallest whimper, breaking something inside ‌me. My hips have a mind of their own as we slam together. I’m so desperate for this, for her, I practically want to crawl inside her body and give her pleasure every single day of her life.

She meets each thrust with enthusiasm, finally moaning loud enough that I have to put a hand over her mouth again, using the other to grip her ass with a sense of possession I don’t recognize.

Kyrielle’s breaths are hot and quick against my fingers. “You like this, don’t you?”

She nods, crying out when I tilt her hips upward.

“I need you to be silent, pretty girl. Can you do that for me? So I can make this better for you?”

Doubt flashes in her eyes, but she nods again. Slowly, I release her mouth, crushing my lips into hers while I bring my fingers to her clit. Finding the pace that makes her moan the loudest against my tongue, I stick with the pace until her body tightens more and more.

My pace becomes punishing, desperate to fill every inch of her with this … this incomprehensible need to make her mine. I want her to walk out of this bathroom and never look at another man, or fuck another man, the same way ever again.

When she shatters, I swallow the scream and shove it into my soul for safekeeping. For the nights when I think of this night and wish I could walk away from the gym. That I wasn’t someone with significant issues that made me unloveable.

I pound into her until my orgasm wrenches me from reality, exploding over every cell in my body. It’s an orgasm like never before, lingering past the initial spasms. Longer than any I’ve ever had with anyone else. This chemistry between us is more than sexual compatibility — I’m just not sure how to articulate it.

Yes, I’m well and truly fucked when it comes to Kyrielle.

When we both ease down from our high, we stare at one another. Her panicked expression most likely reflects my own, because what in all twelve Hells and Heavens was that?

She breaks the silence first. “That was …”

“Spectacular?” I offer.

Nibbling on a lip, she mutters, “That’s one word for it, yes.” To my disappointment, she’s pushing me away gently. Closing those delectable thighs. Closing me out. While I tuck myself back in and pull up my pants, she adjusts her dress.

With a smile that appears a little too forced, she says, “Best bathroom sex of my life.”

Best bathroom sex? Not ever? I find that extremely hard to believe. But I don’t say that, because this bathroom is all we’ll ever have. Tossing the condom in the trash, I blow off the comment with a chuckle.