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I was naked in seconds, climbing onto my bed when JT’s hands grabbed my hips and pulled my ass back. His teeth bit into the flesh of one of my ass cheeks before his tongue soothed it. I closed my eyes and dropped my face into the bedding.

“Why do you taste like soap?” he said against my skin as he nibbled his way up to my lower back.

“A customer knocked a pitcher of beer all over me. I had to run home and shower a couple hours ago.”

He made a deep humming sound. “Thank god for drunken customers,” he murmured before moving his mouth back down to my ass and making free with my hole, licking and sucking until I pushed back against him needily.

“Oh fuck,” I squeaked. “Fuck, fuck.”

JT pulled his wet mouth away from my tender skin just long enough to ask, “This okay?”

“You know it is,” I whimpered in response. “More.”

Jonathan Magic-Tongue Wellbridge was rimming me. I felt like a puddle of drool, warm and sated, oozing down onto the bed on jelly legs.

I would have lectured the stupid me from earlier, the one who’d thought this was a bad idea, if only I had the brain cells to do something other than lie there and beg.

His strong hands gripped my ass like he owned it, and in that moment, he definitely did. JT could do whatever the hell he wanted to me as long as it made my dick this hard.

“Your ass.” His voice was muffled. “So good. Want to do so much to this ass.”

I wanted that too, but I didn’t have words to articulate it. And I didn’t have to, really. Not when JT seemed to know exactly what I wanted. Not when my throat kept making embarrassing keening noises the way it did.

I would have been embarrassed at how needy I was, but I was too overwhelmed with sensation. This was the best thing that had happened to my body in as long as I could remember, and I wasn’t going to fuck it up by thinking overmuch about the repercussions.

Nope. I was in this for a mind-blowing orgasm. And I was going to have it without guilt. JT and I were supposed to be not-enemies, which was almost close tofriends. So he could be a friend with benefits for just one night, and it didn’t need to mean anything.

Not a single thing.

“Shut off your fucking head,” JT growled, smacking my ass with a sting. “It’s just sex. Lay there and fucking take what I’m giving to you. Let go.”

I hated that he could read my mind after all this time. “I am,” I managed to say, lying through my drool.

“You’re not. But you will.”

He flipped me onto my back and crawled over the top of me until we were nose to nose. His eyes were so fucking pretty they made my chest ache. A hank of hair flopped down from its perfect style and fell into his eyes.

I reached out to run the strands through my fingers.

“I don’t want to do something you don’t want,” he said in a much softer voice. He lifted one hand to caress my cheek. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck you so badly right now I’m literally in pain.”

I blinked up at him. “I want that too,” I admitted in a breathy voice.

He looked uncertain, and I knew why. My heart began to beat erratically as the memory of last time finally came flooding in.

“This isn’t… I’m not… Last time, I…” I fixed my teeth together in defiance. “This is just sex.”

I winced. Did that make it sound like last time wasn’t?

JT searched my eyes before sighing and moving off me. He settled against the headboard and ran his fingers through his hair, slipping the wayward hank back into its proper position. “About that night… I need to explain—”

Oh dear god.

I pushed myself up and sat next to him, leaving enough space between us to keep from touching. “No, you really don’t. It’s fine.”

He turned to face me. “It’s obviously not.”

I looked down at my rapidly deflating dick and reached for the throw blanket at the foot of the bed to cover us with. This wasn’t a naked-cock conversation.

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