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I lifted my hips up to let him slide right in.

We both moaned at the same time before he took over.

I didn’t know why, but it felt better, and he clearly felt the same, based on the noises he was making as he continued to thrust inside me.

“Your body is dangerously irresistible.” He stared down at me, his breath coming fast. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He took my mouth as he continued to push in and out of me, giving my body what it craved.

I felt so full and stretched and wonderful all at the same time. He started driving in and out of me harder and faster.

This wasn’t the lovemaking we’d had the night of the wedding or even earlier this week.

This was pure, animalistic sex at its best. I loved the primal look on his face as he plunged deep inside me.

Pressure was building, and I knew my orgasm was right there, just out of reach. “Jay, I’m so close.”

He moved his fingers to stroke my clit, and it sent tingles through every vein in my body. That simple stimulation was the touch I needed to take me over the edge.

I cried out as waves of pleasure rippled through me.

I felt lightheaded but also like I was on cloud nine.

“Cora, I need to stop and get…” His voice was strained, but all I heard was stop, and I couldn’t let him.

My orgasm seemed to continue on forever, and I didn’t want it to end. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

I felt Jay continue to pump into me as my head floated in the air, surrounded by his intoxicating scent.

“Cora…” I loved the way my name broke in his throat.

I felt hot pulses inside me as my body finally came down from my high. I had never felt anything so good in my life.

“You undo me, Cora.” He was panting as he tried to leverage himself above me so he didn’t squish me. “Your body is like a pull I can’t seem to resist.”

“What if I don’t want you to resist me?” I asked, still breathing heavily myself.

He smiled back at me as though he’d won the lottery.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, but you might need to redo your hair,” he said softly, running his fingers through it.

I rolled my eyes and gave him my best fake outrage. “Are you just the messenger, or are you also the underlying factor?”

“I’m just here to satisfy my woman.” He grinned at me. “I can’t help it if sex hair is a result of the divine pleasure I give you.”

I laughed at his nonsense, but inside I was smiling as big as I could. “Let me up so I can go fix this sex hair you’ve given me.”

He didn’t move, though. He stared down at me as he stroked my cheek.

“We didn’t use a condom,” he said softly to me.

Oh shit. That’s why he must have been trying to stop.

He didn’t seem upset about this at all, but I could tell his eyes were scanning mine to see how I felt about it.

We had both already talked about being tested—him regularly with his job, and me doing it earlier this year because I wasn’t convinced Darren hadn’t cheated on me.

I’d also told him I was on birth control, but I wasn’t a saint when it came to taking it on time.