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I don’t normally think about who’s fucking me when I’m having sex. It’s much easier to let my mind go blank and focus purely on the pleasure. I thought that would be the case with Beck, especially once he told me to turn around. But I can’t not think about it. It’s too obvious that it’s him behind me, him challenging me. Since I can’t see him, it seems like feeling him has been heightened.
I’m close to losing control. The coil low in my stomach is pulling tighter and tighter. Shockwaves skitter across the surface of my skin. A warm flush spreads across my skin like a fever. Beck says something else in German, and I know he can feel the changes in my body. His syllables sound thicker when he’s aroused, and the hard—pun intended—evidence of that is rapidly sending me toward a very happy ending.
My instinct is to fight the approaching orgasm, to push it further away. Which startles me, because I’m usually rushing toward release. The point of sex has always been to get there, then to send the guy off with a baked good and head back to bed alone.
But his right hand leaves my hip to rub the swollen spot right above where he’s filling me, and I tumble over the cliff immediately.
Pleasure floods my body, coating every centimeter of my skin and making each cell tingle. I free-fall through a stratosphere of delectation, barely aware of the thickening throb when he comes too.
Deep lungfuls of air help revive my shaky limbs. I tug my dress down hastily, hoping my thong isn’t too damaged to stay up. I’ll have to take a trip to the restroom as soon as I get out of here.
Beck looks smug as I spin to face him, tugging the condom off and tossing it in a trash bin that’s probably there for exactly this purpose. I doubt I’m the first girl he’s brought back here. Way easier than taking her back to his place, and with more privacy than a bathroom. He probably trains his staff to knock before entering.
We stare at each other as he tugs his zipper back up, the rasp of the metal teeth reuniting the only sound I focus on. I reach for the drink I set on the shelf, taking a long sip.
I’m at a loss for what to say right now. Odds are, I’ll never see Beck again. None of my usual post-coital lines work in this situation, and I’m fresh out of cupcakes to hand him.
“Thanks for the drink,” I state.
He nods but says nothing. I take that as the perfect opportunity to leave, striding toward the door.
“Saylor.”
It’s the first time he’s said my name. If not for the fact he looked up my conversion rate for penalty kicks, I’d assume he’d forgotten it.
I glance back. “What?”
He hasn’t moved, standing with the confidence of an emperor surveying his kingdom. “I get to pick the prize next time.”
I shake my head. “I don’t do rematches.”
Then I turn around and leave before he can say anything else.
CHAPTER SIX
“You were out late last night,” Ellie comments the following morning, appearing in the doorway of my room and flopping down on my unmade bed.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I respond, not looking up from the course catalog I’m scrolling through on my laptop. I have to choose my fall classes this week. Attending class is one part of life at Lancaster I definitely won’t miss. School has never been of much interest. I cycled through four majors before landing on public relations, and I already have regrets about my final choice because none of the requirements sound all that interesting. “Natalie turned it into a whole thing.”
Ellie snorts. “You are aware I follow you on social media, right? If there was anyone instigating anything, I’d bet it was you.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
“Did you meet any German boys?” Her playful words dredge up the memories I’ve been trying to repress ever since I woke up hungover with a distinctive soreness between my thighs.
A calloused palm sliding across my skin. A hot tongue in my mouth. A thick cock stretching me wide. Dragging Natalie, London, and the rest of the girls out of Beck’s club shortly after I left that storage closet, claiming a guy at the bar told me about some hip new place around the corner. The club we ended up at was neither hip nor new, but they were all too drunk to notice.
“Nope.” The lie comes out easily.
Natalie misses my glance at the heap of fabric that’s my dress from last night. My ruined thong is in that pile too.
She sighs with disappointment. “Well, that’s disappointing. I was relying on living vicariously through you this summer.”
“What? Why?”
“Again, I follow you, Saylor. You’re basically a hot-guy magnet.”
“How was your day yesterday?” I ask, eager to change the subject.
