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As if sensing my need, he stands up, pulling my body down to the edge of the bed, my ass hanging halfway off. He says nothing, but his eyes, they speak volumes. There’s a promise there, a heat so intense I feel it scalding me from the inside out.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demands, suddenly. His nostrils flaring, the muscles on his stomach and chest flexing. His fingers dig into my thighs painfully as he leans forward, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against my wet folds.

I moan. It feels so good, his hot length pressed against me.

“Fuck me, Heath. I need you,” I say breathlessly. I’m finding it hard to breathe again. Every little thrust of his hips brings the head of his cock against my tender clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I feel myself dripping, my pussy juices running down the seam of my ass.

I’ve never been this wet in my life.

“Beg me,” he growls. His thrusts become swifter, his hips jerking into mine, every brush against the nerve bundle causing my breath to hitch. Could I come again like this?

Fuck yeah I could.

“Please, please, please,” I beg, a mantra. His teasing is never ending. He pushes my legs farther apart, exposing me further. When his eyes turn slumberous I melt into the bed. Damn, he’s gorgeous. The sexiest man to ever touch me. Never have I felt this way.

He pulls back, only to rest the head of his cock at my entrance. I clench reflexively.

“You like that, don’t you?” He purrs, sliding the head of his incredible cock around my wet entrance. I can’t stand it, he’s so close, I just need him to ram it hard inside. I feel empty, I need it so bad.

I raise my hips, trying to force him inside me. He laughs, taking one of his hands and pushing me down, holding me in place.

“Don’t make me tie you up,” he says.

I hiss out a breath, the sudden image so appealing I go blind for a second. I feel him shift from the bed, reaching down, and then I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, and his intake of breath as he rolls the condom down his cock. Finally, he rears back and rams his length so far inside me I flinch.

He’s so big, too big, he’s tearing me in two. I whimper, wiggling my hips, wanting to push away, yet wanting him closer at the same time. He’s got me so tied up in knots I don’t know what I want anymore.

He stills above me, his breathing suddenly harsh. The lines of his face sharpen, become more intense. He’s looking at me again in that way that he does, the way that makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world to him.

It does something funny to my stomach, squeezes my insides.

I lose that train of thought as he starts to move, slowly. He pulls out, moaning softly, before ramming back inside. He’s so big I can feel him pressing against my cervix, and it feels so good.

So. Fucking. Good.

His head hangs low, his eyes leaving mine as his body takes over. Again and again he slowly pulls out, only to ram his shaft to the base, deep inside me. Pressure builds, goose bumps of pleasure scatter across my body.

I can’t take it. I need him to go faster, I need … so much need.

“Faster, harder, fuck,” I say, garbled. He complies, no longer teasing. He grabs my ass and lifts me, changing the angle, going deeper. I cry out, his groan mimicking mine. Something snaps and he throws his head back, his movements becoming frenzied.

He punches into me, drilling faster and faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing around us.

“So damn tight,” he moans, his fingers digging in to the flesh of my ass. I squeeze around his cock and surprise registers as it swells further. I can tell he’s close, his breathing is ragged, his hips ramming into mine with uncontrollable force.

I couldn’t stop the orgasm if I tried. I rear up and he grabs me, instinctively wrapping me in his arms, pulling my chest to his. My breasts press against him and I come apart in his arms, his dick so far up inside me I’m seeing stars.

The walls of my slick sheath squeeze him tight and he curses, his body going still as he comes forcefully. We stay like that for a few moments, our chests heaving in unison, my body trembling against his, sated.

He turns his head, finally, and kisses the corner of my mouth, his cock still hard inside me. He twitches, once, pushing inside me with a low groan.

“So, fucking, good.” He enunciates each word with a little thrust. I whimper, my tender flesh responding immediately.

4

I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up the next morning. A new storm had moved in overnight and the clouds block the sun, but it’s getting lighter. I look at my phone sitting on the nightstand. It’s 7 A.M.

My sleepy mind is instantly awake and I lurch into action. I’m going to be late for work. I still have to get a gift for my boss and take a shower.

Heath stirs. I’ve woken him with my frantic movements. “Hey, where are you going?” he asks, his voice slurred with sleep, expression groggy. His hair is messy, flat on one side where he’d slept on it. It’s adorable.

“I have to go to work,” I say, frantically scurrying to pick up all my discarded clothing items.

“No time for breakfast?” he asks.

I don’t recall ever having breakfast with my other one-night-stands, but I would with him. If I could. Unfortunately, there’s no time for that.

“No, I’m sorry.”

I can only imagine what this looks like from his point of view. It’s as if I can’t get away fast enough. But there’s simply no time to think about his feelings right now—though a guy like him probably isn’t too worried about it. Maybe he’s even relieved. Goodbyes with one night stands are awkward enough without someone lingering behind when all you want to do is get on with your day.

That’s not how I feel with Heath, though. Oddly enough, I feel comfortable around him. He has a way of putting me at ease. I would love to see him again, have a repeat of last night. Of course, I’m not going to ask. If he rejects me, everything we did will be tainted and I want to be able to look back on this memory with fondness.

“Uh, thanks for last night,” I say, a bit self-consciously. What do you say to someone after a night like that?

I finish pulling on my boots and start to leave. I get to the door, my hand reaching for the handle when he says, “What, no kiss goodbye?” He sounds offended, which I wasn’t expecting. Normally guys just give a wave and roll over and go back to sleep.

“Oh, sorry.” I go back to the bed. My layers of clothes make swishing sounds in the silent room.

Leaning over the bed, I give him a quick peck on the lips. I know if I stay too long, a kiss might just well end up with me back in the bed. As much as I want to, I can’t do that. I have to go.

Each step I take as I leave the hotel and head out toward the street is agony. It feels like I just ran a marathon and had been beaten with wooden dowels along the way. I think I used muscles last night that I didn’t know I had. I smile to myself. Now this is what sex should feel like after. I would take this kind of rigorous workout over a day at the gym anytime.

I’m thinking about my night with Heath as I finally hail a cab and journey across town to the only clothing store that’s open this early in the morning. Surprisingly, when I think about everything that happened, I’m not actually thinking about the sex—which was AMAZING. Instead, I’m thinking about that smile of his that veers off to the side just the slightest. It makes him look like he’s up to something even when he’s not. And the sound of his laugh, a deep sound he makes with his belly. It was the most genuine sound I’d heard in a long time. Of course I think about those eyes too. Not just their stunning color and the way they stand out against his tan skin. It’s the way he looks at me. Like I’m the only girl in the world when I’m with him. It’s like no one else matters. It’s just the two of us and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. I know that’s not true, but when I’m with him, I can’t help but feel that way.

I’m swooning all over again by the time I get back to my apar

tment. How can I already miss someone I’ve just met and don’t even really know? He’s probably some supreme narcissist in his daily life and I’m lucky to have dodged a bullet in knowing him. I have to keep telling myself that to avoid this annoying ache in my chest. I am not that girl who gets attached to one night stands. I refuse to be her.

Once I’ve had my shower and wrap the gift for my boss, I head to work for a grueling eight hours. I’m putting the box in my locker when Stephanie walks in.

“You’ve been MIA lately,” she says, leaning against the locker beside me. I can feel her studying me while I try hard to get rid of the lingering smile stuck to my face.

“I’ve had a lot going on,” I say.

“Where were you last night? I stopped by your apartment to find out what happened with all that O-Maker business since you stopped answering my texts.”

Guilt sits heavy on my shoulders. Normally I tell Stephanie everything, but it didn’t even cross my mind to check my text messages or get ahold of her to tell her what happened. Heath had taken up all the space in my head.

When I turn toward her she frowns. “Why do you look like that?”

I’m trying so hard not to smile. “Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to hold in the sun.”

My smile breaks open, stretching my cheeks, and exposing my teeth.

“Oh my god,” she says. “You met him, didn’t you?”

“Not on purpose,” I admit.

Her eyes hatch open. “Holy. Shit. Tell me everything.”