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“Right now, probably as we speak, Bennet and TJ are hashing things out,” I said. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the safe place they’ve chosen for you to reunite with your team.” I kissed her cheek. “But tonight, you’re off the grid. Not on call. Not on alert. You can relax. Finally rest, even if it’s just for a few hours.”
She slid her hands under my shirt and my heart rate tripled. “As a medical professional, I can attest there are more ways to relax the body than just rest.”
I’d meant for her to fall asleep against me again, with her fingertips stroking my skin, but every image playing through my mind involved both of us being wide awake. I moved my hands under her shirt and pressed my palm into the small of her back. Heat raced through my blood. “As a non-medical professional, I can assure you I’m aware.”
“One thing,” she whispered. “You never did tell me whether you’re married.”
Oh yeah. I’d been too busy enjoying her flirtation. “Never married, and currently not dating, unless you count the fix-ups my sister keeps foisting on me. And you were never married, but are you dating anyone?”
She froze. There was a story there that I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear.
“About that,” she said, “I do date. Several men. With my career and all the things I can’t share with anyone, monogamy feels...” She shook her head. “I have friends, mostly doctors—well, they’re all doctors—who also aren’t interested in settling down. It’s like a roster.”
I tried to wrap my head around what she was telling me. “A roster.”
She nodded.
I nodded, too. She wasn’t dating so much as fucking. Some part of me liked the implied emotional distance of her arrangements. And I understood it. Not many relationships could withstand the intense pressure of secrecy required by working in intel. But I knew I didn’t want that kind of distance applied to me. I pulled away from her. “Okay. That’s fair. No judgment. But I don’t think I want to join a roster.”
“I’m sorry, but I had to tell you the truth.” She laid her hand over my heart.
“I know. I appreciate it.” I laid my hand over hers. Her mere touch had me rethinking everything. God, I wanted her. And she wanted me, with no strings attached. Twenty-something me would have been all over that, and her. Thirty-two year-old me needed to heed my younger self’s advice.
She had to know what she was doing to me. She was watching my face, pressing her palm against my racing heart, and waiting for me to change my mind. Who was I to disappoint her?
That was my cock talking again. But I wasn’t above listening to it.
“A roster is out for me,” I said, “but I have been known to indulge in the occasional one-night stand.”
“One night?” She only hesitated for a few seconds, then slid onto my lap and straddled me. “That makes sense. No strings. Just the two of us, alone here for one night.” She kissed a path up my jawline to my ear and whispered, “One night to remember forever, and then we’ll go our separate ways.”
I groaned, damn sure this would be a night I’d never forget. I wrapped my fingers in her long, silky red hair. She slowly inched closer, moving her mouth toward mine. Outside, the night went silent. Inside, the air crackled around us. And then we touched, lip to lip. The pressure of her mouth and the scent of her skin drove me mad. Adrenaline raced through my veins, swelled my cock, and made me lightheaded.
She felt it, too. She moaned. Clenched my thighs between hers. Arched and rode me with jeans and sweatpants still between us.
And she came.
Fully clothed, with my hands on her round, firm tits and my tongue in her luscious, warm mouth, she arched and moaned and fell apart in my arms. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The best rush I’d ever felt. And we were just getting started.
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Samantha
I let goof every worry. Let lust pull me under. Rode the sweet sensation of friction and wetness and lips and fingers and skin against skin until I exploded. I’d never been so ready or gone so fast.
The aftershocks of my orgasm subsided and I opened my eyes to find Evan watching me with hooded eyes a crooked grin on his face. He appeared to be enjoying the show. As if to confirm my thoughts, he pulled off the sweatshirt I was wearing and ogled my breasts through the tight, white tee shirt that left little to the imagination. Between my legs, his dick twitched with excitement and I gasped, and just like that, I was ready to go again.
“You like that?” he whispered against my throat. He bent his head and caught one fabric-covered nipple between his teeth.
I couldn’t manage words and my yes came out as a long moan. He wrapped his hands in my hair. I writhed on top of him, working myself toward another orgasm. He was hard and ready and probably pretty close himself.
He gripped me tightly to still me. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes. But we couldn’t be totally reckless. “Condoms,” I said.
He widened his eyes and frowned, and I realized he thought I was asking him.
“In my medical bag,” I said to clarify. I pointed to the bag propped beside our backpacks at the front door.
