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Essentially, we’ve done everything except talk about seeing each other again. She still has no idea who I am. Why I’m really here.
I hope she never finds out.
In the span of one sex-filled evening in an elevator, this gorgeous woman has won me over. From what I know now, there’s no way she knew what Harrison was up to.
Clover is everything pure and good.
Well, except for sex. I believe I’ve met my dirty-talking match. Plus, she’s insatiable. My equal in every way. I’m not the type of guy to settle down with just one woman, but if I were…
“Get some sleep, JJ.” Clover wraps her arms around me. Her plump breasts press against my chest. We’re still naked. At my insistence. My excuse is it’s warm in these close quarters, but really I want to be able to slide inside her again whenever I want.
I’m pretty sure she feels the same way.
Because despite her request for me to sleep, we can’t resist touching and exploring each other. I cup her head and pull her in for a kiss. She opens her mouth to let me in. Our tongues tangle and twine and we wind each other up again. “I want to be buried inside you again. You’re like a drug.”
“Didn’t we run out of condoms?” She blinks up at me and then sits up. “Wait. Hand me my tote.”
Lazily, I reach over and grab the pink bag. She takes it from me and begins rummaging around. “Voila!” She holds up a strip of condoms. “Gina, the prop supervisor, gave these to me the other day after we filmed a scene. We’re back in business.”
“They’re regular size, Clover. Too small for me.” I grin, messing with her a bit. I’m willing to be a little uncomfortable for another slice of her heavenly pussy.
Her face crumples. “Darn.”
“Come here, baby.” I pull her onto my lap. Tear off a condom, roll it on. It’s snug, but workable. I swipe my finger along her slit, she’s slick but not wet enough for my liking. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
She obliges without question. Leans back into me like we’ve been lovers for years. Like she’s home.
Clover stretches her arms up and loops them back loosely around my neck, causing her tits to jut out. I cup her breasts and pinch her nipples hard. Smooth them with my thumbs. She writhes against me, wedging my cock against her ass. I dip my fingers into her honey and slip them inside. Pump and spread her arousal up to her clit. Circle slowly. I already know her body so well. Soon, she’s dripping down my legs.
“Turn around, baby.” I help her face me. “I want to look at you while we fuck.”
She shifts position and grips my face. Kisses me deeply. As we devour each other lazily, I guide myself inside her and wind my arms around her back. Our bodies are pressed together, not an inch of space between us.
I can feel our heartbeats sync, we’re that close.
That’s when the realization hits me. Somehow, in the space of a crazy evening being stuck in a goddamn elevator, my heart has grown full. I’m not going to make her any promises tonight, but when I’m done with my transaction in Singapore, maybe I’ll come back for her. Try to make a go of it. Sweep her off her feet and make her mine.
Fuck. I cannot catch feelings for her. I can’t.
“You’re thinking awfully hard.” Clover smooths the hair from my face. “Do we need to pick up the pace? I like it when you’re right here with me. Telling me the things you’re going to do to me. Or what you want me to do to you.”
I cup her ass and thrust hard into her. “Okay, then, how about I fucking love feeling your hungry cunt swallow my cock whole.”
“There he is.” She giggles, her melodic laugh fills the cab which smells like sex and sunshine and leather. Our combined scent permeates the air around us. I want to bottle it up like cologne.
Wrapped in each other, our bodies move in tandem culminating in another explosive climax. We fall splayed on our backs side by side. Chests heaving.
“So, what’s in Singapore, if you don’t mind me asking?” Clover’s hand sneaks over to touch my forearm. I like the connection. A lot.
I steel myself to answer truthfully but evasively. “It’s confidential—under NDA, but its lucrative.”
“Ooooh. Sounds fancy.” She throws her free arm across her eyes. “Did I tell you about the rules I made for myself after the divorce?”
“Rules?”
She rolls over and boops my nose. “Well, more like guidelines for a happier life. One of them is to never date a guy in a suit.”
“Well, that seems closed-minded of you.” I chuckle, but her comment lands. I’m not the guy she’s looking for.
