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Baxter was so well-tongued—I almost presented a good service award to myself there and then—that penetration was easy. I kissed him again as I held myself there, letting him adjust, letting anticipation about the fuck to come build, until I wasn’t sure who was more desperate.
He held my gaze as I began to move, slow, steady thrusts that built in intensity. If he was reading my mind, he wasn’t getting much beyond your standard porn movie dialogue. I couldn’t function at a level beyond how stunning he looked against the stark white hotel sheets as he took my cock, and how incredible he felt, each movement sending sharp ricochets of pleasure through me.
“Yes!” he cried as I thrust deeper, throat flushed. “Give it to me. All of it.” He hitched his legs higher, opening himself further, and I did exactly that. The sight of him jerking his cock as I thrust into him undid me, my orgasm tearing through me only a few strokes later. I kept moving, Baxter close enough that he reached his own orgasm before I went soft.
After dealing with the condom, we collapsed together, neither of us able to summon the energy to clean up. I traced idle patterns over his skin, Baxter luxuriating in it like a well-pleased cat.
“I guess it’s true what they say,” he murmured eventually.
I made the effort to turn my head toward him. “What’s that?”
“Fear’s an aphrodisiac.”
“Hormones,” I said, already drifting. I’d gotten some sleep before Baxter called. But not enough. “Adrenaline, cortisol, dopamine, endorphins… They’re all present in the fight-or-flight response.” I yawned, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Same physical responses as arousal. The body gets confused.”
“Huh.” A pause while he considered it. “Well, I enjoyed the confusion.”
“Me too.”
My eyes were already closed.
“Do you think one of us should keep watch?”
“Probably.”
I didn’t remember anything after that.
We slept until mid-afternoon, both stirring around the same time. Baxter rolled onto his back. “You know how you said things would look better today?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m struggling to see it.”
I maneuvered myself up to sitting, the hotel room exactly as we’d left it. “Well… neither of us got murdered during the night. That’s a positive.”
Instead of comforting him, it made him frown. “You should get as far away from me as you can.”
“Not happening.”
“Hear me out.”
“It won’t change anything, but go on.”
“It’s not you he’s after. If you cut ties with me, he’ll leave you alone. You can go home and get your next book written. Find a nice man your sister approves of.”
“I’m not convinced such a man exists.”
“Glenn,” Baxter reminded me. “She approved of him. She was the one who set you up.”
“Glenn and I wouldn’t have worked.”
“Why not?”
“Not enough oomph.”
“Oomph?”
“Oomph,” I repeated. “We have oomph. We had it from the moment we met.”
