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He smiles, leaning down to nibble on my ear. “Glad to be your first,” he murmurs, his warm breath against my skin only driving me crazier.

He picks up speed, slamming himself into me harder and harder. My eyes squeezed shut, I groan helplessly at the overwhelming sensation, my pleasure building. I usually can’t come from penetration alone, but shockingly, I can feel an orgasm nearing.

“Oh my god,” I whine desperately. “I’m gonna come.”

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, and his words send me over the edge.

My second climax of the night hits me so hard that I practically scream, writhing beneath him and whimpering. He pumps into me a few more times before finishing himself then collapsing on top of me. Panting, he presses a soft kiss to my temple, then rolls off of me, lying beside me on the bed.

Still in shock, I stare up at the ceiling. Holy shit. I just had the absolute best sex of my life.

Mystery Man wraps an arm around me, pulling me toward him. We lie together in the afterglow of our orgasms for a few minutes before he gets up and heads toward the kitchenette on the other side of the room. “Water?” he calls.

“Yes, please,” I say.

I suddenly feel so exposed and embarrassed. I glance around for my dress, realizing it’s on the other side of the room.

He comes back in seconds, handing me a glass of water. I smile at him before taking a drink.

I watch as he makes his way to the pile of clothes on the floor, methodically dressing himself. After finishing my water, I do the same, awkwardly dashing across the room to my dress and slipping it on.

Suddenly I see the clock on the far wall, and my eyes widen. “God, it’s late,” I comment. It’s almost 1 a.m.

Fuck. I should have known better than to go out the night before starting my brand-new job. I’ll be lucky to get four hours of sleep at this rate.

“I have to go,” I say apologetically, glancing around for my purse.

“So soon?” he asks.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, grabbing my purse from the counter. “I have a big day tomorrow. A new job, actually—so I have to get home and go to sleep.”

He laughs. “Fair excuse.”

I pause at the door. “This was fun,” I tell him in all sincerity.

He grins. “It really was.”

It suddenly dawns on me, and I ask, “What’s your name?” I laugh at the absurdity of not having asked it until now.

But Mystery Man simply smirks at me. “Let’s leave it a secret. It makes our night that much sexier, don’t you think?”

I bite my lip, holding in a giggle. “Whatever you say.”

He stands with his hands in his pockets, giving me one last look over.

“Goodnight,” I say.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Chapter 3

When my alarm goes off the next morning, I groan, reaching for my phone and shutting it off. I sigh into the pillow. God, staying out late last night was a terrible idea.

Although the mind-blowing sex might have been worth it.

I’ll decide once I see how this first day of work goes.

I force myself out of bed and into the shower. Then I blow dry my hair, apply my makeup, and put on my meticulously picked out outfit. A professional white blouse, a pencil skirt, tights, and kitten heels. It hugs my figure and makes me look cute, but it’s still professional.

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