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We come together, both of us shaking, both feeling a high unlike anything a pill can give. He holds me for long moments before pulling from me. I let out a cry of displeasure at the loss of him, causing him to chuckle.

“That’s only the beginning,” he promises. He pulls me over him as his hands slide across my slick back. I lean against him, trying to catch my breath. My breasts are aching as they rub against the slight spattering of hair on his chest. Unbelievably, I’m still aching, still wanting more. I smile in pleasure as I feel his dick twitch against me.

This is long from over. I doubt I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I don’t care. Being in this man’s bed, having his body aligned with mine is worth all the pain it will surely bring. This might be our last night together, which means I’m going to make the night last until the sun breaks our moment.

All thoughts turn off as Magnus pulls my face to his and we kiss again. This is only starting tonight. We have a long way to go. I once again get lost in his arms as this time I sit up and lower myself onto him. The initial urgency is over, now we can take our time and really make our bodies sing.

Chapter Eight

Piper

I wake up disoriented. It takes a moment for me to realize I’m not at home. The smile I normally wear falls when I feel the weight of an arm over my stomach. My eyes open and I see a very handsome man beside me. My smile returns. What a night! I look over to a clock and see it’s almost noon. Considering we didn’t get to sleep until about seven in the morning, I’m not surprised we’ve slept so late.

Magnus looks completely at peace as he lets out a sigh and turns, his arm leaving me. An immediate chill flows through me as I lose the heat of his body. As much as I want to stay right where I am, I know I need to run now. I’ve never done a morning after, and I don’t want to start with this man. I quietly slip out of Magnus’s luxuriously soft and comfortable bed, being very careful not to wake the incredibly handsome man.

The afternoon sun is trying to peak through Magnus’s thick curtains. I’m glad they’re shut or he’d most likely wake and things could get awkward very quickly. There’s just enough light for me to see him while still leaving us both in a cocoon. I tiptoe away from the bed, my smile not disappearing. I have zero regrets. I hope I still feel this way when the full reality of the night seeps in.

Gathering my dress, I’m a bit mortified. I can’t exit this house in the dress. It will be written all over my face what happened here. I sneak into his closet and find a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt that are far too big for me. I can make them work. I tie the pants and put a knot in the shirt, then find a bag for my dress. I throw my hair into a ponytail, then exit his bedroom with only one more lingering look his way. I pull up my Uber app and am thrilled when my ride is only five minutes away.

I slip outside and am filled with a tinge of sadness as I slip inside and watch his house fade away as I successfully drive out of sight. Seeing his home in the day is enough to leave my mouth hanging open. It’s massive and perfectly manicured. I wouldn’t mind coming back even if it is an hour away from my own home. I don’t think I’ll allow this to continue though. I can see how easily I can fall in love with this man. Heck, if I’m being honest, I might be halfway there already.

We aren’t more than five minutes down the road when my phone vibrates. I lift it and see Magnus is calling me. My heart skips a beat. I’m so not ready for this conversation, especially sitting in the back of an Uber with someone listening. At least the man driving me isn’t talkative. I don’t want to make small talk right now. I send the call to voicemail. Less than thirty seconds later a text message appears.

Magnus: You can run, but you can’t hide.

My smile grows as I read his words. I hesitate before replying. I’m not so sure I want to completely close the door between us, but I need to set some limits, that’s for sure.

Me: I’m not hiding. It’s just time to come back down to reality.

There are little bars on my phone telling me he’s answering this message. I don’t want to react, but the butterflies are taking flight in my stomach.

Magnus: I don’t like this reality where you sneak out of my bed after we’ve just had an amazing night. Why don’t you turn around so we can have an even better morning. I have more ways to make you call out my name than I’ve already shown you.

Me: Tempting. Very tempting. But that was a one and done. I have zero regrets. It was the greatest night I’ve had in a very long time, but I have a lot of work to do.

Magnus: You’re sadly mistaken if you think it’s one and done. That’s two, baby, and there will be many more nights. I’ll give you a day . . . or two. Then I’m coming . . . and so are you.

My breath hitches and I’m grateful the driver can’t see what this conversation is all about. I’m sure if he looks in his rearview mirror he’ll see the flush in my cheeks. I can’t win a war of words with this man even with being a librarian. He’s too dang smooth. He turns me on so much I lose brain cells.

Magnus: Nothing to say to this?

Me: The reality is I don’t live in your world. It was nice visiting it, but I think the fun is over now.

Magnus: You belong in any world you choose to step into. Haven’t you learned that in your beloved books? I think we make a mighty fine team. I’m not easily dissuaded.

I don’t know what to say to this so I decide it’s time to put my phone away. There are far too many emotions washing through me in this moment. I lean back and close my eyes. Even though I didn’t get a lot of sleep, I’m wired now. It really was a great night. I can tell myself I’m not going to see this man again, but it’s going to happen. I’m not sure what will come next, but I don’t take Magnus as a man to give up on anything. I might just like this about the man.

I finally make it home, thank the driver, and rush inside, praying no one sees me doing the walk of shame. This is a very small town and I’m sure someone, somewhere will be reporting on the fact I’m arriving home in oversized clothes at one in the afternoon. I’m a grown woman and shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I can’t help it.

I’m only inside for about fifteen minutes when Livie comes walking through my door. I’m lying on the couch in Magnus’s clothes. There’s no hiding what I’ve done. I give her a smile and a shrug.

“I’ve been by here three times already. I didn’t call or text because I didn’t want to interrupt anything. Now, you have to spill all,” she demands, not bothering with greetings. She gives me a long look from head to toe.

I give a drawn-out sigh. “It was amazing, and now it’s done,” I tell her. She waits, her hands on her hips, her belly protruding, her foot bouncing.

“That’s all you have to say, that it was amazing?” she gasps. “I need more.”

“I don’t know what to say other than it was the best night of my life. But I’m already half in love with this man and this is nothing more than a fling for him. I can’t grow more attached,” I tell her, my voice pleading.

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