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With a cry, she says, “I’m coming, oh…fuck! I’m coming!”

And she does. It’s fucking spectacular. She clamps down on my dick as I thrust in, right to the hilt. She spasms, shakes and the contractions of her orgasm are so fucking strong, she pushes me over the edge and I lose it.

My cock spurts hot and deep inside her. I shudder, pushing hard, like I need to climb into her, and every cell of my being vibrates and dances with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck. God. Damn.” I bite down on her throat and suck, earning another spasm from her.

In the aftermath, we’re there, gasping, shaking. I’m still buried inside her and her head is on my shoulder, the hammer of her heart a mirror of mine. I take a breath and try and calm. I need to dump her on the ground, order her dressed, call in Damon, and have her ass hauled out of here.

“Sorry for the names,” I say instead and pause. Those arenotthe words I had planned.

She laughs. “Do you think I’m a whore? A slut? A cunt? A cum bucket or whatever other nasty thoughts went through your mind?”

I ease her legs down then pull out of her, but I don’t move away. She’s wobbly, and I’m not sure she can stand on her own. I also don’t want to let her go, which is strange to me. She’s too soft and warm and smells way too good.

“No. What if I’d said two-bit criminal?”

Magdalena shoves me from her as her eyes narrow. “I’d punch you.”

“You could try.”

“I’d succeed.”

We stare at each other, and I’m aware it’s a standoff. A strange battle of wills.

I’m starting to think more and more that she works for Jac. The man isn’t exactly subtle. Flaunts dark-haired beauties because they’re the ones I seem to be drawn to when I date, or fuck.

I don’t think he knows I have a thing for blondes. Mainly because I keep away. And this one…she’s got the corn silk color of a natural blonde, the pale shade that shimmers with the light of night and soft late afternoon light.

Her skin’s smooth, like milk to use a cliché. But her eyes are riveting. Dark, golden. Deep. The dark brown of her brows would probably match her carpet if she had any. And the rich amber of her eyes and brows with the blonde hair is a stunning combination. She can pull off wild red lips, dark colors.

He might not know my affinity for blondes, but he does know me well enough.

He’d know I’d like someone of her caliber.

Of course, I don’t think she was meant to get caught.

Her walking in here was both ballsy and insane.

Still.

She’s here.

I catch her chin and push her back into the wall. “Why Jac?”

“You’re not going to ask me to compare notes?”

That makes me pause. “There are notes?”

“No.”

“But,” I whisper into her ear, “you’re working for him.”

“I’ve met him. That’s all.”

“Is it?”

She shifts, fingers wrapping about my semi-hard cock. “Can I go?”

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