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“The condom,” he says into my mouth.
“Right, yes. We need that.” My breathless words make him chuckle. I love the sound.
I lean against the trunk for support when he steps away. I watch him. I admire him.
He digs out his wallet. I can’t keep my hands off him as he rolls the condom up his shaft.
His body presses my back into the bark. It stings but turns me on. He nudges my legs open before he cups my ass and lifts me to meet him.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan as he pushes inside me. My fingers tighten around his shirt, digging into his flesh.
“You feel so fucking good.” One of his strong arms wraps around my waist and pulls me back against him. Rough, quick, and exactly what I need. No emotions. No thoughts. No sweet lovemaking. His other hand presses above me and grips the tree trunk. He thrusts hard and fast. The woodsy smell mixed with the strong motor oil overtones and manly scent override my senses. Each thrust coils my middle. He swallows my moans, and his moans soar to my soul. We meet in a rapid-paced rhythm. The hand around my waist disappears, and I want to object. Then his fingers find my clit. I gasp and bury my head in his shoulders, using his shirt to stifle my moans.
“I got you, babe,” he growls in my ears. His rough fingers run over the sensitive bundle of nerves. The combination of Johnny rocking me into the tree and his fingers fucking me takes me to a whole new level of ecstasy.
“Come with me, Bexley. Tell me when you’re there.”
I can barely form a word. My body sits on the edge. Ignited. Hot. Coiling. “Yes. Yes.” It’s a breathless, ragged sound.
A few final thrusts and we both spiral over the edge into our climax.
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BEXLEY
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JOHNNY WALKS ME home, which is a small apartment above Spice it Up. I unlock the back door and take a second to remind myself it was a onetime thing. No invitations upstairs, even if that’s what’s consuming my mind.
I turn around. Johnny’s right there.
Tall.
Towering.
Gorgeous.
I press my back against the door to put as much space between us as I can. “Tonight definitely went a different direction than I’d planned. A good direction, just different.”
“That makes two of us.” He leans his arm on the doorframe. His other hand slides a piece of my hair behind my shoulder. He purposely skims his finger over my throat. “It was fun.”
That darn invitation sits on my tongue. Desire flutters in my middle. But fear squeezes my heart so hard I can barely breathe. Fear of repeating a broken heart when he leaves. Because he will leave. He will continue to chase whatever it is he can’t find.
“It was a onetime thing,” I manage to get out. “I’m sure you know how this works.”
A single eyebrow hikes upward. “How what works?”
I know he damn well knows what I’m referring to.
“A smash and dash.”
His gaze deepens, and I feel it pierce my soul. “Are you presuming I smash and dash frequently?”
“Are you denying it? Because from my own personal experience with you—”
“It’s been over ten years.” Something in his humor shifts to a seriousness I’m not familiar with. “I don’t presume you’re a prude, even if you’re tight as hell.”
My eyes grow wide. “Screw you, Johnny.”
