The Match

“So wet for me,” he says, sliding his finger along my slick folds. His hand separates my thighs further, allowing him easy access.

I suck in a ragged breath and moan his name. He leans over me, massaging my clit with one hand and my breast in the other. His cock rubs against my inner thigh, and the closer he brings me to my climax, I wish he would take me from behind.

“Fuck me,” I choke out. “Please.”

I never thought I would resort to begging, but I need to feel this man inside me.

He breathes against the shell of my ear, giving me goose bumps that spread down my arms. “You going to beg?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Flip over,” he says.

I do as he asks and scoot my butt along the mattress until I reach the center of the bed. His eyes have a palpable hunger in them when he looks at my pussy. By the time he climbs on the bed with me, I’m so wet and impatient that I grab his hand and shove two of his fingers inside me. I tighten my grip on his fingers and he works harder, moving faster. He can tell I am close.

I tremble beneath him, my muscles clenching as an orgasm rocks through me. Once he withdraws his fingers, he fists his cock. Positioned between my legs, he eases into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. My body relaxes along with his, and then he picks up the pace and grips my hips. He fucks me—just like I had asked.

Sloan lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and pushes further inside me. I tighten my grip on him, a brush of heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes, as an intense orgasm builds. He shows no sign of completion, pumping faster with each thrust, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. We lock eyes, another earth-shattering orgasm dominating my body. He thrusts into me a few more times before he leans down to kiss me, slow and passionate. After Sloan leaves a trail of kisses along my chest, he slides out of me, still hard and ready for more.

“Wow,” I say, gasping for air. I tilt my head to the side and peek over at Sloan. “That was…Just wow!”

He smirks. “Want to join me in the shower?”

I nod, as if there were any doubt.

Chapter Four

SLOAN

The next morning, I wake with Ava curled up next to me, wondering how to go about handling this situation. We never even talked, other than a few words exchanged at the bar, before I bent her over this bed. I did the same a few more times before we crashed three hours ago. One-night stands are awkward. I have a love-hate relationship with them for obvious reasons.

I slide my legs off the bed, grab my pants from the floor, and remove my cell phone from the pocket. Several missed calls from the hospital flash on the screen along with two new messages from my best friend, Wyatt Summers, about his bachelor party tomorrow night.

I get dressed in a hurry, glancing over my shoulder at Ava. She stirs in the bed, the sheets wrapped tightly around her naked body.

“Morning,” she says, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“Morning. I have to get to work. You can sleep here until the checkout at ten if you like.”

Ava sits up, taking the sheet with her, and pulls her legs into her chest. With her back propped up against the headboard, she leans her head to the side and looks at me. She’s gorgeous, and for a second, I want to be greedy and have her again. But I think better of it. I have to run home, shower, and get back to the hospital to meet with the Chief again.

“No, that’s okay. I need to leave, too.” She drops the sheet on the bed and stands up to look for her clothes, g

iving me a magnificent view of her naked body. “Have you seen my dress?” She glances around the room until she spots it on the floor next to me.

I pick it up for her, and she rushes over to me to take it from my hand. I want to touch her. Her nipples are the perfect shade of pink and pointed right at me. I want to close my mouth over them and suck until she moans my name again. Now, I’m hard and annoyed that I have to leave. Fuck. One-night stands are supposed to be easy. So, why don’t I want to go?

“Do you want to do this again?” I ask her, now realizing how dumb that sounds.

“I start a new job on Monday. I won’t have much time for dating.” She slips into her dress and turns around for me to zip her up.

“We don’t have to date,” I counter. “We could keep it casual.”

She spins around to face me and fixes her hair over her shoulders by using her fingers as a comb. “Just sex? No strings attached.”

I nod. “I’m afraid that’s about all I have time for now that I’ve gotten a promotion.”

Ava holds onto my arm as she shoves her foot into one heel and then the other. “Yeah, that works for me. I’ve never done this before. How do we do this?”