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“Fuck,” she gasps.

I suck her nipple, ping my hand between our bodies. Soft wetness meets my touch. Her thighs spread, and I shift over to get between them.

This feels so right.

I lift my head, and our mouths meet. Hunger spikes so high, I can’t hold back anymore. Fumbling my hand to the bedside table, I locate a condom and rip it open with my teeth. Her pupils are blown, breasts heaving. I push myself up just enough to take my dick out of my pants and slip the condom down it, rolling as far as it’ll go. Her hips rise and I slide inside. We gasp in unison, and I hesitate.

“Does it hurt?” I breathe.

She shakes her head. “No, don’t stop.”

Elbows d, I pull back and stroke in. Her nails sink into my arms, and her eyes roll.

“Don’t move,” she gasps.

I freeze.

“No, don’t change your position,” she corrects. “Keep fucking me.”

Biting back a smirk, I do exactly as she asks. The bed creaks, but I don’t think it’s enough for anyone to hear us. She keeps whimpering, and I have to put my hand over her mouth after she lets out a little yelp. Her head to the side, my palm over her lips, I shift my weight to my elbow and reach between us with my free hand.

Our gazes lock.

“You gonna be a good girl and come?” I breathe.

Her eyes widen.

“Real quiet,” I say, voice hushed. My fingers move in a quick circle around her slippery clit.

She inhales, whining against my hand. Then, it hits her, and her pussy contracts around my cock. Pumping so hard it makes her hips buck against mine.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” I murmur, moving my hand up so I can my knee. Then, I start fucking hard and quiet, holding her mouth shut because she can’t do it for herself, apparently. That’s alright, I like that she’s loud in bed. I wish I could take her someplace where nobody can hear and see how loud she gets.

An image of her on her hands and knees, holding onto the headboard, while I rail her, flashes through my head.

Oh fuck.

Pleasure shoots through my body, and I sink as deep as I can get and come. Her slender calves wrap around my thighs, holding me close. Our bodies shudder, so close I don’t know whose limbs belong to who. Then, it’s all over, and I wish we could go again. Reluctantly, I hold the condom and pull out of her. The tingle in my head, in my stomach, dissipates the second we’re not connected.

She sinks into the pillows.

“Oh,” she says quietly.

I don’t answer. She’s so damn pretty, all freshly fucked. Chest flushed and nipples still hard. Wetness glittering on her inner thighs.

I swallow, turning to the ceiling. I’m supposed to be here for a few days at least. Coen and Sabrina are coming in soon. Which leaves me and her having to navigate a complex situation with the added complication of the fact we just fucked.

It’s not the first time I’ve fucked someone I needed to be professional with, but that’s rare, and it wasn’t like this time. That was with another agent, and we were all staying in the same hotel in Tokyo for a music video shoot. There were zero feelings involved. She wanted to get off, and so did I. So we went upstairs and fucked in the most corporate way possible, didn’t even take my pants and shirt off. I never had the urge to touch her again. That’s how I normally operate.

I do not fuck people who could be hurt. I get around, but I’m damn careful. These days, it’s all transactional, thoroughly discussed, and never repeated.

Last night was…not like that at all.

Neither was this morning.

I’m not used to this.

“You should go,” she says finally.