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He silenced her with his lips. There was nothing in the bags that needed to go into the fridge. At least not in the next ten minutes. He needed to get back inside her. To feel her clasp around him with those soft little moans that made him so damn hard he couldn’t think straight.

They landed on his bed and Lauren squeaked. He laughed and rolled her onto her back, pushing at her shirt. Her fingers went to his belt and there was a blizzard of clothing on his floor a moment later.

He barely had the wherewithal to grab his wallet from the floor. His brain was on one track, and one track only. Getting inside of her. The addition was real, and he didn’t want a cure.

Lauren arched up as he flicked her bra open and her bountiful breasts sprung free. The silky warmth was silk and perfection. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and palmed her pussy. She moaned into his mouth as he slid his two middle fingers inside her.

Clasping heat, slick as heaven. He couldn’t wait. He sheathed himself and settled into her with a long, slow thrust. He tried to be mindful of just how active they’d been, but the moment her heat surrounded him all bets were off.

He thrust into her like she was the only thing a dying man could feast on.

She would her legs around his hips and met him thrust for thrust, groan of groan. He barely made it through the first vising grip of her pussy.

“Come with me, baby. I need that fisting perfect pussy around my cock.”

“Fuck.”

He hissed out a laugh. “Better. You can say it even without prompting.”

She dug her feet into his ass. “Fuck me.”

“Hell, yes.” He drove into her until they were both shaking. The tremors could have been hers or his. It didn’t much matter. Her scent was on his skin and they were alone. There was nothing quite as perfect as that in his whole goddamn life.

“West.” Her voice was a broken groan as she held him tighter. “Yes.”

“Fuck, yes.” His entire brain melted and his arms shook, but he held himself there and poured himself into her. She was his—at least for this moment.

He rolled over with a grunt and dragged her on top of him. “Holy shit.”

“Were you devising this whole scenario in your head while we wer

e shopping or something?”

“No. Not until I saw you in my space.”

“I like your initiative.”

“Me too.” He panted out a laugh. “I think I broke my dick.”

“I hope not. I have plans for that lovely appendage.”

“Damn right.” He blew out a breath. “Can we lay here for a minute though?”

“Just for a minute,” she said with equal breathlessness.

They both must have passed out because the next time he was aware of anything other than complete bliss, the room was dark. Lauren was settled beside him, the light puff of her breaths tickled his chest hair.

His entire body was sore. He wasn’t sure how long they’d stayed in that position, but it was damn well long enough that his bladder had plans for him that included an upright position.

If he could make it.

He shifted her off of him and she murmured her name, but seemed to have gone back to sleep. West slipped away to take care of business and showered away the stickiness of the bus and another round of sex with his favorite maniac.

It was too late to cook, so he called in an order for Chinese as he put away the groceries. When the buzzer sounded he ran downstairs, taking his keys and bag with him. He hadn’t checked his mail in about ten days.

Jesus.

He hoped the mailman was still delivering.

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