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Planting my mouth over hers, I run my hands up her legs, loving the quiver of her muscles as I once again rid her of her panties. I want to keep the skirt on though. Shit, that thing is sexy.

Cupping her sweet ass, I rock against her, moaning into her mouth before kissing a line from her chin to her right nipple.

Her fingers race to unzip my jeans. She yanks them open, then scrambles to free my cock. Fisting my throbbing dick, she gives it a squeeze, and stars scatter my vision. I thrust into her hand with a groan, lightly scraping my teeth over her nipple while finding her clit with my thumb.

She whimpers, whispering something incoherent as she lifts her hips while cupping the back of my head, a silent plea for my mouth to keep working her tits.

“Feels so good,” she moans, breaths punching out of her as she strokes my cock and writhes beneath my touch.

Her sweet nipples are pink and glistening as I pull away from her, taking a moment to drink in her ecstasy while my thumb continues teasing her clit. Her head is tipped back, her eyes closed, her perfect lips parted as another moan slips out of her, followed by a sweet gasp.

I lick the curve of her breast, feeling how close she is, then suck her nipple into my mouth. Her body starts to vibrate, and she arches her back, fisting my cock as the orgasm rips through her. Her mouth pops open, a strangled cry rising from her throat as she shudders and buries her face in my pillow.

It’s a thing of beauty, watching her come apart like that.

My body wants to drop, cover her, find a home in that wet heat she’s offering.

She flops back to the mattress, a limp mess as her fingers trail down my chest, her words muffled by my pillow.

“What?” I whisper, running my hand back under her ass.

“Condom,” she rasps, her expression desperate with desire. Her vibrant eyes are lit with need and damn, do I want to be her fucking deliverance right now.

I yank open the drawer beside my bed and snatch one out.

Ripping the packet open with my teeth is so familiar. How many times have I done this? How many women have I taken right here?

I pause. It’s different this time. Mikayla’s not just any woman.

The expectations for her to leave after a quick fuck are nowhere in sight. I’m gonna want her to stay. I’m gonna want to hold her against me and?—

Shit. What the hell has happened to me?

“Are you okay?” Her head pops off the pillow.

“Yeah,” I rasp, swallowing, but still not grabbing the condom out of the packet.

If she wakes up beside me in the morning, Asher’s gonna know. I’m gonna break the terms of our bet, and I’ll be screwed. I?—

Mikayla sighs, shifting away from me.

I snatch her leg. “Where are you going?”

“You don’t want to do this.”

“No, that’s not it. I?—”

“Forget it.” She pushes me away, jumping off the bed and grabbing her clothes off the floor. “You’re obviously not into it.”

“No, Mick. Please, that’s not it. I…”

She pulls her shirt back on, not even bothering with her bra. I stare at those puckered nipples poking at the fabric and my mouth goes dry.

Every instinct in my body is telling me to grab her, throw her back on the bed, and show her that she’s so fucking wrong right now.

But I’ve gone and killed the mood. My hesitation told her everything she didn’t want to hear, and I have to somehow explain it to her.

“Just let me explain.”

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