“Austin,” she moans. “Don’t stop, please.”

Even if I try, I can’t, so far beyond thinking rationally. I wrap my hand around her nape, pulling her down to taste her lips. They’re soft, sweet, and taste so damn irresistible. But even in the dark room, with barely any light to cast our shadows, I’m drawn to Ava’s movements. The tilt of her head, the veins in her neck while she continues to call my name.

The way she makes me feel like a man.

Resistance is futile, and I want her in every way possible. I want to own her, only for this moment, determined to fu

lfill this newly created fantasy.

I demand she gets on all fours.

It’s time to give her what she wants.

My hands firmly grip her hips, thrusting in and out as my eyes shut, barely able to control the urge to come. Within minutes, Ava’s body tenses, and she calls out my name while coming, pushing me over the edge. The heated rush spreads all over my body, impairing my vision to become a burst of stars like a sky full of fireworks. My grunts slow down while I try to catch my breath until the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as we both come down from the high.

Sliding myself out of her, I gently remove the condom and toss it in the trash near the nightstand. Unable to find any energy, I fall onto the bed beside her, the two of us silent until Ava sits up.

“I should go home.” She attempts to stand but loses her balance. I pull her back into the bed, knowing we’ve both had too much to drink to go anywhere or do anything else.

“You’re drunk, and it wouldn’t be safe. Stay here.”

“But…”

“But what?” I demand, thinking how unsafe it is outside on the streets right now. Throw in the fact that she’s a beautiful woman. There’s no chance in hell I’ll allow it. “You’re staying here, and that’s final.”

“Okay,” she agrees, keeping it simple. “Hey, Austin? Happy New Year.”

I close my eyes with a grin, but my head begins to spin as the night finally catches up with me. My lips move as I mumble the sentiment in return, but then it all becomes too much, and sleep is imminent. I turn to my side, making myself comfortable, and welcome her warm body beside me.

“Good night, Ava,” I whisper, then reach out to pull her body close to me.

She doesn’t pull away nor say another word. And before I can even speak, she is fast asleep in my arms, her gentle snores like music to my ears.

It’s just one night. That’s all it’ll ever be.

Our secret.

One night between two people who desperately needed only one thing.

Companionship.

Four

Ava

My head is pounding like a woodpecker constantly banging one spot.

Unable to open my eyes, they feel like they’re sewn together, impossible to open the lead weight—ramifications from last night’s events whatever they were.

I can’t even think without it all hurting.

With a slight groan, I rub my eyes before opening them again, slowly, to be met with daylight. The sun is shining through the windows, something I’d normally enjoy but not this morning. I sit up, trying to make sense of everything.

I know the pounding head is because of the alcohol I consumed last night, but I don’t recall how I got home or who I came home with.

The sheets against my bare skin are unfamiliar, cheap in texture, unlike the Egyptian cotton sheets which adorn my king-size bed. My mother taught me to spare no expense when it came to bed linen. A good night's rest is the best way to start the day, according to her.

So is having someone between your legs, for argument's sake.

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