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I found her purse and then glanced at her. “Can I?”

“Go for it.”

Inside were five condoms. I felt some kind of way about that, but I wasn’t going to decipher it now. I pulled one out, ripped open the package, and rolled it over my cock while she watched me, eyes half closed.

“You want this?” I asked, knowing I sounded needy and desperate, but I didn’t fucking care. I was needy and desperate.

She looked at me and it was like she saw straight into my soul and understood exactly what I needed to hear. Her hand stroked my cheek gently.

“I want you, Adam.”

I swallowed hard. Her attention was on me, so warm it felt like standing in a sunbeam. Sweet and playful, that smile of hers lighting up her face. And I knew—I knew—that she had the power to wreck me. And fuck, I was going to let her.

I pushed into her slow and steady, a delicious glide into her tight heat. She sucked in a breath as I filled her.

“God,” she whispered, her breath fanning against my cheek.

“Are you okay?” I asked through gritted teeth. My control was paper-thin.

Her lips curved. “Fuck me.”

I pulled all the way out and shoved back in. Bliss. Her gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made me close my eyes, as if I could shield myself.

She pressed damp kisses to my neck, then bit gently on the tendon there. I fucked her hard. So deep. Lost myself in her body. If I was going to break apart, at least I would make it worth it first.

Then I felt it again, the sweet clench of her pussy around my cock. Her back bowed as she said my name like a prayer. I was right there with her, coming so hard I saw starbursts behind my eyelids.

I collapsed on her, entirely spent. For the moment, at least. I had plans to make this a long night. She trailed her hand along my arm. I kept my eyes closed until my breathing returned to normal.

And when I opened my eyes again, all I saw was her.

Chapter 20

James

I woke up the same way I had yesterday morning: my body plastered to something deliciously warm and hard, a spicy, masculine scent surrounding me, and something poking insistently at my belly. Still half asleep, I reached down and grasped it. A low growl brought me fully awake, and I giggled.

I was half tempted to give it a pat on the head to keep the joke going, but it was so thick in my hand that I couldn’t resist an admiring stroke.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” I murmured against Adam’s chest.

“I would be happier in you,” he said, his voice thick and rough from sleep and arousal.

“That can be arranged.” The voice was back, telling me this was a bad idea, but I pushed it aside. One weekend. That’s all this was. How much damage could one weekend possibly do?

I pushed his shoulder, and he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. My legs straddled his waist. We didn’t bother with clothes last night, which meant my bare pussy was snuggled against the hard ridge of his cock. I rocked my hips against him until I was wet and slick.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His fingers dug into my hips, while his eyes remained glued to our connection between my splayed thighs.

Wanting to see what had him so riveted, I looked down. Saw his cock, ruddy and glistening, slide under my pussy. I rolled my lip under my teeth. Unable to resist, I slid off him and wiggled between his legs.

And licked his dick in one long glide, balls to tip. “Mmm.”

“Fuck, James.” His hips bucked.

I sucked him into my mouth, relishing the way his breath stuttered and his hands clenched into fists. I tasted myself on him, and that only turned me on more. A few delicious pumps of my mouth and then I slid him from my lips with a loud pop.

“Condom,” I said.

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