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He laughs at that, ducking his face into my shoulder, and as I realize he’s supporting himself on both of his shoulders and very much shouldn’t be, he pushes the tip of his erection inside me.
“Oh god,” I gasp, shamelessly arching into him to take more.
He freezes. “Condom.”
“I’m on birth control, and it’s been a year.”
“Fuck, Meg.”
“You?” I whisper.
“Clear bill of health right before surgery, and I haven’t—justfuck, Meg.”
I wrap my legs tight around his hips and pull him deeper inside me.
We both groan as he fills and stretches me.
“Your shoulder—”
He silences me with a kiss as he pulls almost all the way out, then does a slow thrust back inside me, twisting his hips to hit my clit just right too, andoh, sweet snowmen.
Yes.
Yes, this is everything I want and more than I ever thought it would be.
Trevor, naked, making love to me under the glow of Halloween lights on a rescue tree, the air scented with cinnamon rolls, inappropriate Christmas music the background to our gasps and moans—how long have I wanted this?
And how much better is it than I ever dreamed?
“You shouldn’t be so fucking perfect.” His voice is strained as he hits that sensitive spot inside me with his erection.
“I am not—”
I cut myself off with a squeak as he dips his head and lightly bites my nipple, causing a roar of lust from my chest to my pussy like someone ignited gasoline inside me. “Margaret O’Connell, you are fucking perfect.”
He slams into me with each word, and before he’s finishedperfect, I can’t hold back the spiral of utter need inside me anymore. My body explodes in a mass of holiday sprinkles and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud of whipped cream over a pumpkin pie.
“Jesus, Meg,” he gasps, and then he’s groaning as he comes inside me, holding his body over mine with his head flung back, the tendons in his neck straining, his eyes hooded and unfocused.
And the feel of his cock pulsing against my sensitive walls only makes my own orgasm deeper and better.
I did this.
I drove him wild.
I droveTrevor Staffordwild.
He wants me.
Tears prickle my eyes as the last spasms of my orgasm roll through me.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this wanted. The last time someone was willing to put anything on the linefor me.
My family does.
But a man?
Someone who owes me nothing and has so much to lose if—when—his best friend finds out?
