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“Yes,” she whispers, the sunlight shimmering in her hair.
I reach for the condom, but I don’t open it yet. I just pause to kiss her one more time. “You’re so hot when you want something. So beautiful when you’re turned on for me. Have you been thinking about this?” I cup her breast and give it a dirty squeeze.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” she says, tipping her forehead against mine. “I don’t even want to.”
Damn. This thing between us isn’t going to just burn out. I was a fool for thinking I could walk away. I tear open the condom, and Sylvie backs up a few crucial inches, watching me suit up.
“All right,” I say, sitting up a little, leaning back against the headboard. “Don’t get shy on me now.” I give her a teasing smile.
She moves to straddle me, and I wrap a hand around myself to make this easier.
As I watch, Sylvie takes a deep inhalation. Then she sinks carefully down onto my cock, all that slick heat surrounding me with agonizing slowness.
I let out a curse and drop my head back, because I don’t know what to do with everything I’m feeling right now. She blinks down at me with flushed cheeks, and then she remembers to breathe.
“You okay?” I whisper, lifting my head until we’re nose to nose again. It’s ridiculous, but I suddenly feel as though I’ve never been this close to anyone in my life.
“Better than okay,” she whispers back. “And so full of you.”
Ungh. My hips give an eager twitch. I want to move so badly, but I promised myself I’d go slow. “This is more fun than running on the East River,” I gasp. “Just saying.”
She puts both hands on my face and kisses me quickly. “But you’ll still go running with me, right?”
“Yeah. I’d promise you anything right now, though.”
“Then promise me we’ll stay friends,” she says, rocking forward, taking me even deeper than before. “No matter what.”
It’s so good I can’t speak.
“Promise,” she whispers, kissing me again.
“I promise,” I murmur. “Friends. Friends who sometimes do this.”
Then I push my tongue into her mouth and groan.
Twenty-Nine
I Have a Reputation
SYLVIE
There’s a feeling you get in the middle of a good workout, when your body is warm and supple, and you feel invincible. Sex with Anton is just like that, but better.
I’m not even shy, because I’ve forgotten that such a thing exists. There’s only heat and friction and the magic of our two bodies coming together.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have more to learn. I’m closing in on bliss when Anton lifts me off his cock and flips me onto my back. When he climbs on top of me, it’s a revelation. I groan into his mouth as he reminds me how intense it feels to have his weight spread out on my body.
Just when I’ve decided that nirvana has arrived, he mixes things up again, turning me over, placing my hands on the headboard and bucking against me until I let out a delighted sob on every stroke.
Only then does he kiss the back of my neck and let fly a string of dirty, lovely nonsense from those honeyed lips. “Perfect. Baby. Yes,” he pants. “Now, sweetheart. Take it.”
We reach our peak with twin shouts of pleasure before he collapses onto me in a sweaty, glorious heap.
Afterward, we lie there in a blissed-out stupor as the sun moves past his windows. I’m too spent to speak until after we nap a little. When I wake, he’s finger-combing my hair and sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in workout clothes.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says. “I have to leave soon. And I bet you have practice tonight.”
“Hell.” I sit up suddenly. “It’s game day, isn’t it? You’re playing San Jose. Are you late?”
