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“Condom,” I breathed, anticipation prickling my skin. I shifted so I could pool my skirt around my hips and leaned back on my hands, spreading my legs wider. Then Calvin dug in his back pocket, flipped his wallet open, and tossed a condom onto my desk next to my left hip.
“For what it’s worth,” he said, “I get tested regularly, and my last physical came back with nothing to report.”
“Me too,” I replied. “Nothing to report.”
Grinning, he moved closer and slid his cock through my wetness, slipping the tip around my clit in the most distracting way. I reached for the foil packet and ripped it open with my teeth. Withdrawing the rubber, I slowly rolled it down his length, and he hissed against my touch.
Then he leaned forward, gripped the back of my head, and slammed his mouth against mine at the same moment he drove into me in one powerful thrust.
I cried out against the intrusion.
It was…exactly as I’d always imagined. Too good, too perfect, too much and not enough. Everything I needed, and even now, when he hadn’t even begun to move yet, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever give it up after only one time. Maybe this was a mistake.
But the damage was done.
I had a feeling Calvin Ryder was about to become a drug I couldn’t quit, an addiction I couldn’t shake, injecting himself straight into my bloodstream and making sure I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t function, without having him just like this over and over.
He withdrew to the tip and drove back in, his hand slipping around to the front of my neck, cupping my throat, forcing me to look at him. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a perfect pussy?”
“Cal…” I whimpered, his eyes lighting with satisfaction.
I only called him that in situations like this, when he was pleasuring me instead of pissing me off. Here, in this bubble where it was just us, justthis, his body against mine? It was the only time I’d felt safe doing so. Nicknames, even shortened versions of first names, could be a slippery slope. They could lead to a familiarity I was trying to avoid.
Then again, his cock was currently buried inside me, so I supposed that ship had already sailed.
“God, I need you,” he breathed, and the admission twisted my insides further.
Yeah, I was a lost cause where this man was concerned. Somehow, the thought didn’t bother me nearly as much as I’d expected.
“You have me.”
“Look at us,” he said, taking his hand away from my neck, using his thumb and forefinger to spread me open, both of us watching as he slipped in and out.
I was mesmerized by it all. By how perfectly I gripped him, by his cock wrapped in a condom coated in my arousal, by him pressing his thumb against my bundle of nerves in a way that made my legs shake.
“More.”
“I can’t—”
Cal stopped himself, that wicked gleam returning to his eyes a moment before he hauled me up and stepped backward, dropping himself onto my desk chair. The leather creaked under our weight, the sound drowned out by my low moan. The fit of him inside me at this angle had my eyes rolling back in my head. The way I stretched around him was fucking perfect in the way it toed the line between pleasure and pain.
I wanted him every day, just like this. Me above him, my nipples brushing his chest with each roll of my hips. His murmured curse words. The passion-filled confessions.
“How did we go so long?”
I didn’t mean to say that, but God. Being with him had the floodgates open, had me defenseless against the onslaught of new and intoxicating emotions swirling within me. Suddenly, I wanted to give him everything.
“I don’t know, but I’m regretting sending you away five years ago if it would’ve been like this.”
I shook my head. “I’ve learned a few tricks since then.”
His stare flamed when he met my eyes, and he settled his hand against my windpipe, squeezing just hard enough that my pussy pulsed and clenched tighter around him. Why was that so hot? I needed to breathe, but in these moments? I needed Cal more.
A growl tore free from his throat. “You’re mine now. Do you understand? You don’t bring your little fuck boys into this.” I could only nod. “Good girl,” he added, smacking my tit at the same time he pulled his hand away from my neck, and I gasped a moan.
Filthy words. Filthy boy. I was his in ways I didn’t think either of us realized yet, and he was mine.
Our bodies quickly became slick with sweat as I raised and lowered myself on him. He held me tightly, not giving me much leverage. It was slow, lazy torture.
