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“No condom,” she decided, because that was the only decision.
He wasted no time lining up her entrance with the swollen head of his cock, pulling her flush to the edge of the sink. She held his neck, her fingers eagerly bunching his T-shirt while he slid in deeper. Deeper.
Seated to the hilt, he blew out a tortured breath that fanned her hair and tickled her ear.
Against that delicate shell, he growled, “God damn.”
No one had been inside her since he had, and sex in the Mercedes, while that back seat had been a tight fit, had been similar to this time. Out of control with want, they hadn’t considered the future.
They hadn’t considered the past, either. The years of arguing and misunderstandings. The sadness over their crumbling marriage with each of them helpless to stop it.
Now, though. Ahh, the blessed now.
Now was about the physical. About his ability to turn her on and know what she liked. He displayed that next, by tucking his wide palms around the globes of her ass and pulling her down on top of him. Impaling her while his arms shook with the effort of moving her on and off him. Her breath sawed from her lungs in soft high-pitched sighs.
This was Jayson Cooper at his best.
The first time they’d had sex had been in this very bathroom, in this very position. She’d joked then that she was going to marry him “if only to have sex like this on demand whenever I need it.”
He must have noticed her mind wandering. He stopped long enough to remind her, “Stay with me. You have an orgasm for me. I know it.”
An orgasm for me.
He’d always phrased it that way, as if her having an earth-shattering, bone-rending orgasm was a gift to him. Another reason she’d vowed to marry him.
She shut out all other thoughts and concentrated on the sensations in her body. On the soft rub of her nipples on her bra each time he pulled her flush against his chest. On the way he tasted on her tongue, the salt on his skin, the rough scrape of whiskers from where he hadn’t shaved yet...
He gripped her hair, balling it in his fist while she explored his neck with her mouth. He loved that.
Scraping her teeth along his jugular, she suckled his earlobe next. “Did Natasha treat you this well, Jay?”
His agonized “no” made her believe that was true.
“Did your skateboarder friend handle you the way I do?”
“Never.” She shook her head, feeling naughty that their dates were still here. Couldn’t be helped. Jayson and Gia hadn’t been great at avoiding each other even when they’d tried.
They exchanged grins briefly and then they stopped talking. The only sounds were the heated slap of their bodies interspersed with labored breaths until her orgasm rolled over her like a cresting wave, crashing down and taking her mind with it.
For this finite moment, any issues between them were nonexistent. There was only right now—only him coming, the growl in his throat, the stiffening of the muscles in his arms. He filled her, both with his essence and with the deep, guttural moan of completion in her ear.
Eventually, after they’d managed to calm their breathing, he pulled out of her and rested her limp body onto the sink. He braced the sides of the counter, his forehead conking onto her shoulder.
“That—” he said between a deep breath “—was better than the last time we had sex.”
In the parking garage. Five days before their divorce.
He wasn’t wrong. It was better, and on that long-ago day it had been pretty damned incredible.
“When you got it, you got it.” She kissed his temple.
He raised his head and his smile nearly took her breath away—as if she needed any help with that. He lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss when the doorknob jiggled.
“Someone in there?” came Addison’s voice from the other side of the door.
It occurred to Gia suddenly, alarmingly that she’d ducked into a bathroom to have sex with her ex at yet another wedding. Only this time, she’d succeeded.
And she’d done it with their dates outside. With the possibility of being caught, she felt more shamed than naughty. She and Jayson had no business carrying on with each other anywhere, let alone here, where she might have to explain their behavior to her sister-in-law...
“One second!” she called out then whispered to him, “I can’t believe it. Addi’s going to bust us again.”
“Like I said—” He zipped and buttoned his jeans and laid a succinct kiss on her forehead “—some things never change.”
