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“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, it’s good, it’s amazing. Keep going. Is it okay?”

I laugh that she could even imagine I wasn’t in heaven right now. “Better than okay,” I tell her, starting to move. “God, your pussy is so damn tight.”

She can only keep moaning as I fuck her harder and faster, finally losing my tenuous bit of control. This isn’t going to take long. It’s a good thing we have all night because it’s also not going to be enough.

I bend down to kiss her throat and she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face against my shoulder.

“Grady,” she sighs, so trusting and sweet. The first time she’s said my name.

“Come for me again,” I tell her, trying to rise enough to find her clit again and drive her over the edge.

I have to feel her pulsing around my cock when I shoot my seed inside her. I can’t take much more. She holds me close, and another cry bursts from her lips, her head rolling back onto the pillow. Her slick channel tightens even more around me, gripping my shaft like a vice.

With a roar, I drive deep, spilling everything I have into her. Through the haze of pure pleasure I see her smile weakly, feel her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I shout her name and collapse against her chest, just trying not to pass out. For long minutes there’s nothing but the sound of our breath, the feel of our hearts banging against our rib cages.

I softly kiss her neck, licking away a drop of salty sweat, then roll to the side. The loss of her warmth underneath me is a shock and I pull her close again, settling my arm under her head.

“I guess I’m not a virgin anymore,” she says with an adorable, infectious laugh. “Oh my gosh, that was better than I ever dreamed.”

She rolls onto me to give me a kiss and soon I’m running my fingers through her long hair, pulling her closer to feel her nipples against my chest. Her leg swings over mine and her hand begins to move up and down my side.

“More,” she murmurs against my lips. “I need more.”

“Anything you want,” I tell her.

This is going to be a long night, and I’m more than ready.

Chapter 5

Faye

I wake up slowly, certain for a few seconds that everything had to be a dream. An amazing dream. But Grady is asleep next to me, his normally stern face relaxed, his dark waves tousled from all the times I ran my fingers through it.

I just lie there, wondering when we drifted off. Sometime after round three, maybe? I’m pleasantly achy everywhere and happier than I probably have any right to be. I mean, this isn’t real, and it’s going to have to end soon. I should just be glad it wasn’t awful.

It was the complete opposite of awful. Grady ended up shocking the hell out of me. I had no real expectations, except that maybe my first time might be awkward and uncomfortable. But he drove me wild from his very first touch. Actually, he didn’t even have to touch me, from the moment he growled out that I was his at the club, I went weak in the knees.

Who would have thought my favorite author turned professor could drive me so wild? And I don’t think it’s just my inexperience talking. I’ve been on other dates with guys my own age and never felt anything close to what Grady can make me feel. It feels like all of my fantasies came true.

The morning light filters through the curtains and I’m sorry that our perfect night is over. Once he wakes up, he’ll probably shoo me out of his luxurious apartment and this will all have to be nothing more than a nice memory.

Thank goodness I’m not in his class anymore. I’ll have to be careful around campus so we don’t run into each other because I might end up throwing myself at him like a fool. I really don’t want to leave, I need more of him. Much more.

His eyes open and he smiles to find me staring at him. Pulling me close, he gives me a kiss that makes me melt against his muscular chest. When I asked him how old he was during one of our little breaks last night, he told me he was 35— not quite old enough to be my father at least. You’d never know, he’s got a better body than any other man I’ve ever seen, and I’m including professional underwear models.

He seems to like the way I run my fingers up and down his washboard abs and I reach lower to wrap my fingers around his huge cock. I thought I might pass out when I first caught a glimpse of it, but he fits me perfectly, just like he promised.

He takes my hand and moves it to his chest, pulling away from our steamy kiss with a groan. “I don’t know how I’m still alive, let alone ready for more.” He reaches over for his phone on the bedside table and checks the time. “And I’m not even tired,” he muses. “You seem to give me energy, Faye.”

“Good,” I tell him, reaching for his thick, steely shaft again. “Then I’m glad we got that little nap.”

He kisses me again, a quick peck, pulling away with a smile that melts my heart and has me rubbing my pussy against his powerful thigh. He rolls his eyes. “Have I turned you into a monster?”

“Just for you,” I say.

He keeps smiling. “Why don’t we spend the day together since you don’t have any classes?”

“How do you know I don’t have any classes?” I ask.

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