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He was on her the second she locked the door. Aaron grabbed her hips hard enough that she had to catch herself on the door and shoved her shorts down her legs. Half a second later, his cock was there, filling her in one rough move. Her fingers scrambled over the smooth wood of the door, trying to find purchase. “Oh God.”
“This is what you wanted.” He pulled out for a second, looped an arm around her waist and carried her to the sink. She braced her hands on the porcelain and met his gaze in the mirror. He smoothed a hand up her back. “This is what you wanted,” Aaron repeated. This time it sounded more like a question.
“Yes.” He sank into her again, and she shoved back against him, taking his cock deeper yet. “Hard. Fast. Now.”
He gripped her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other and drove into her. Hard. Fast. Exactly what she needed. His expression was like a man possessed, just as out of control as Becka felt. It had never been like this, desperation clawing through her to get closer, to have more of him touching more of her. He must have felt it, too, because Aaron withdrew and lifted her onto the sink. He yanked her shorts the rest of the way off and spread her thighs wide. “Hang on to me.”
She was already moving, hooking the back of his neck and dragging him down to claim his mouth as he started fucking her again. The new angle hit that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke, winding her tighter and tighter until she came with a muffled cry. He followed her seconds later, grinding hard into her as he orgasmed.
Aaron laughed softly. “I think I can get onboard with this spin thing.”
“Yeah... Me, too.” She shivered as his cock twitched inside her. “But we can never come back to this gym again—ever.” She wasn’t shy, but they’d just crossed a line, and she wasn’t going to be able to look anyone in the face as they left.
“You hungry?” He pumped slightly, drawing a gasp from her lips.
She blinked. “Is that a euphemism?”
“I know a place that makes some mean peanut butter and jelly wings.” He was still moving inside her, little thrusts that had her body going molten all over again. “We could pick up takeout and go home to enjoy them properly.”
Becka moaned and shoved him away. “Stop that or we’re going to keep fucking in this bathroom until someone comes banging on the door.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad.” His gaze dropped to her pussy. “You’re looking needy, minx. I’ve got just the thing.”
The man went from talking about takeout to looking like he wouldn’t mind giving her enough orgasms to bring down the rage of the entire staff of this gym on them. She hopped off the sink and pulled her shorts back on. “If you wanted to keep playing with me, you shouldn’t have mentioned peanut butter and jelly wings.”
Aaron kissed her and cupped her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts. He circled her clit with his thumb. “I’m going to take care of you tonight.” He slipped his hand into her shorts and fingered her. “Fuck, Becka, I’d think they pumped something into the air of that room if I didn’t know it was all you. You make me so goddamn crazy for you.” He kissed her again. “Come for me, minx. One more time to tide me over until after dinner.”
Oh God. She spread her legs to give him better access even though she knew they were running out of time before someone came knocking on the door. Maybe it was that lack of time that made this whole thing hotter. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was Aaron’s growl in her ear and his fingers working her pussy. He pushed two fingers into her and went back to circling her clit with his thumb. She was already on a hair trigger from coming earlier, and when he bit her neck lightly, it threw her headlong into another orgasm. He brought her down so sweetly, kissing her as he gentled his touch and finally slipped his hand out of her shorts.
Aaron readjusted her clothing and washed his hands. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Let’s get you those wings.”
“Yeah,” Becka said, more than a little dazed. “Can’t forget about the wings.”
“Come here.” Aaron reached out to pull Becka back beneath the spray of the dual showerheads he had set up in his bathroom. They’d made it back to his penthouse in record time—with a quick stop at the wing place on the way to pick up their food—and he’d dragged her into the shower with him nearly the second they walked through the door.
