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I hold her against the door and pull out immediately, and to her surprise, I hunch over, catching my cum in my hands.
“What happened?” she asks in the darkness.
“No condom,” I say, still hunched over, wondering what kind of mess I’m making. “I don’t know where my head was. I wanted you too bad.”
Her voice is a breath. “I’m on the pill.”
“You are…? But you…”
“I’ve been on it since I was sixteen. For my periods.”
I could’ve planned this better. “This is what I get from letting my dick make the decisions for me. Sorry.”
She’s still breathing hard, as she’d been teetering on the edge of orgasm when I’d suddenly brought that to a crashing halt. “It’s okay.” She points. “Bathroom’s over there.”
Collecting my jeans around my legs, I go in and close the door, then clean up, shaking my head at my reflection in the mirror. Our first time. I ruined it. Shit.
Ellie’s words hang in my head. She’s too good for me.
She is, but I’m not going to let myself fail at trying to be the kind of person who deserves her. I fail, I pick myself up. That’s the way it’s done.
When I come out, she’s sitting, half-clothed, on the couch, looking a little embarrassed. “That was fun, but…um…”
I sit down next to her. “I’m not done with you. I’ve been waiting for this a long time. I want to see you. Come here.”
I let her straddle me, her thighs on either side of my hips. She’s wearing this little jumper thing, but it’s no impediment, because she’s not wearing her underwear. I pull it down to her waist and just stare at her. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She smiles a little shyly. “I am?”
“Absolutely.” I slip a finger up the leg of her shorts and between her legs, through the folds covered with her soft, downy hair, and hooking my knuckle, drive it into her warm, wet canal.
She gasps.
I kiss her, long and slow, as I fuck her with one finger, then two, feeling the pulsing ridges of her insides. All the while, my thumb’s brushing her clit in soft, circular motions. She starts to sway against me, rocking on my hand, getting into it, her breathing coming shorter and faster now.
“You like that?” I say. Unbelievably, she’s making me horny as hell again just by those sweet, sexy little sounds.
She nods, her head lolling against my shoulder. “So much. Keep going.”
I start thrusting three fingers into her, my hand locked between the soft, sensitive thigh muscles, and she’s grinding into me, a low moan emanating from her throat.
“This is too good. I can’t…”
I kiss the doubts away, feeling her twitching inside, hot and wet and so fucking warm. “I’ve been thinking about you every minute, Tenley. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
And she comes. Her insides contract around me, hard and fast, and she growls as she slumps against me, her tits pressed up against my chest.
“Oh,” she whispers, still spasming around me as I slowly withdraw my wet fingers. “Oh my god. That was good.”
I chuckle, bringing my hand to my mouth and licking my fingers. She’s incredible. I taste her musky sweet taste on my fingers, sucking them dry.
This was amazing, but… when I’d come here to see her, it wasn’t for that. Well, it was partly for that. But that wasn’t all of it. I simply hadn’t been able to wait. She’d had me too out of control with desire.
Now, though, we have all night.
I know she has the same thought in her head as she takes my hand. We bump together in the darkness as she leads me up to her bed.
29
I was having the best dream.
In the morning when I wake, for the first time, work isn’t the first thing on my mind. I look at the sun shining through the window, listen to the birds chirping outside, and I feel so content. I wish I could wake up like this, every morning.
Then I look over at Brooks, and when I catch my breath, I realize it’s not a dream. My former work enemy is tangled in my sheets, his arm curled around me, his body against mine.
I sit up, careful not to wake him, still taking in eyefuls of his gorgeous body. His tanned skin contrasts with the white sheets. The dip and curve of every muscle, the notch on his strong chin, the long lashes most girls would kill for.
With my eyes, I trace the lines of his pectoral muscles, right down to his navel, with a treasure trove of soft dark hair, trailing down to… oh.
I think of last night. The way his body was perfectly in sync with mine, the way we came together, performing like a well-oiled machine. Oh my god.
Well, the partners did say they thought we’d work amazingly together.
