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I feel the pleasure rack through him. Feel the twitch of his muscles and even his dick inside me.
It’s so intense it takes us a moment to come back down to earth.
“That was…” he pants.
“Don’t ruin it by being corny,” I murmur, and he laughs against my shoulder. The sound’s raspy and low but satisfied.
It makes me laugh too because he gets my humor.
“You’re a tough one to please, Vivica. But don’t worry; I’ll impress you yet.”
I don’t bother correcting him on the two things that come to mind.
The first being that he already has impressed me. From his skills in bed to his understanding nature to the great company he’s provided from the moment he sat down next to me at The Hen House.
As for the other?
He won’t have another chance to do it again. He won’t need to work toward it.
…because I meant what I said.
This was a one-time thing.
FOUR
Rhett
I wake up in a bed that isn’t mine, next to a woman I barely know, and the only thing I’m sure of is I want to do this again.
That’s not how this usually works for me.
I’ve had my share of one-nighters—women I met at bars or on base back when I was serving and shared a mutual attraction with.
We hooked up and had our fun, but it was always with a clear expiration date. No hard feelings come morning. Just going our separate ways.
If anybody caught feelings, ninety-nine percent of the time, it was the chick involved.
But lying here in Vivica Murphy’s bed as the morning sun pierces the curtains and lights the room, I’m not thinking about dipping out and never looking back.
I’m busy savoring the smell of her perfume as it clings to the pillow. I’m noticing how she sleeps with one leg sticking out of the bedsheet as if to preemptively regulate her body temperature.
My head’s full of memories from last night, like how she’d smirked coyly at me and how she sounded crying out in pleasure.
God, it felt so damn good to kiss her. Just like heaven being inside her.
How the hell am I supposed to walk away?
I roll onto my side and spend a few seconds studying her. The curve of her shoulder is bare and so warm and inviting. I reach over and brush my fingers along it without thinking.
She stirs at the touch, eyes fluttering open and squinting against the natural light.
Any traces of makeup from last night have faded, and her short honey-blonde cut is ruffled from friction against the pillow.
She looks so beautiful, so adorable, I let out a low laugh.
“Morning, doc. Sleep good?”
She simply hums in answer, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. It seems to take her another few seconds to realize where she is and why I’m in bed with her and that she’s naked.
