He ripped the packet open with his teeth and spit the top somewhere off to the side. The rest of the packet followed as hepulled out the condom. He held it out to me. “Will you do the honors?”

I struggled into a half-sitting position as I took the condom. He kneeled over me. He was amazing, all sculpted muscles with crisp, dark hair that trailed perfectly from his belly button to his exceptional sex. Looking up at him was a pure aphrodisiac. How could I not lust after a man this fine, this powerful?

I rolled the condom on. He was like granite, suede soft and rock hard.

“Now, where were we?” he crooned as he repositioned himself above me. His fingers bit into my thigh as he picked my leg back up to his hip.

I wiggled underneath him. “That feels about right.”

“That?” He ran the head of his cock around my pussy, dipping it into my opening with a teasing touch.

“Yeah, that… that feels about right,” I practically moaned.

“Or is this better?” he asked as he bumped his cock against my clit.

My eyes went wide and I gasped.

“Oh, you like that?”

I couldn’t answer. I could barely nod my response.

He toyed with my clit for a bit more before replacing the tip of his cock with his thumb and then sinking his length deep into me.

I moaned from deep in my throat. What he was doing to me was perfect. My body was lit from within. I felt like I could sing operaand light up the sky. I had no control over how I moved. My hips rolled and my hands grabbed. I panted every breath and let out small gasps of pleasure with each stroke and thrust of Dylan’s body against mine. He was a master craftsman, and I was his sculpture. Or maybe I was an instrument and he was the only one who knew how to play me to perfection.

I was at his mercy. He knew how to reduce me to nothing but pulsing throbs and quivering skin. I had no thoughts other than this was so good, so damned good. It felt like I was at orgasmic peak for the entire time. I couldn’t imagine that my body could feel any better. I was already in crash mode. My inner walls grabbed and sucked at Dylan’s cock.

Dylan kept up a steady, pounding pace. He drove our bodies forward in pleasure. I don’t know how he could manage. I couldn’t think, and I doubted I was coordinated to do much more than push my hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. And then it all changed. It was as if Dylan downshifted. He built speed and drove into me with greater force.

I wanted to scream like I was on a roller coaster. This was a ride of adrenaline rush and thrilling joy. I exploded. There was no other way of describing what happened to me. I combusted. If I had thought the pulsing and grabbing of my muscles had been on the verge of orgasm all along, then I'd never had a proper orgasm before. How could I? I had never exploded and reformed before in my life.

The sound that left my body didn’t hold Dylan’s name. I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. And I wanted to. This was his triumph.

My name left his lips on a roar as he strained against me. I wanted to laugh as I saw the pleasure of our joining dance across his features. I knew that pain, that pleasure, that perfection.

11

DYLAN

“Where do you think you’re going?” I pulled Jessica against my chest. The scent of her hair filled my nostrils. Cherry blossoms and strawberries. I don’t know if that was really what those smells were, but it was fruity and made me think of flowering trees in the spring.

Her skin was warm and her body soft and pliant in my arms. She wiggled, and I was filled with thoughts of how her skin felt against mine.

She sighed and relaxed against my chest for a long moment. When my hands began roaming, rekindling the flames that burned between us earlier, she pushed against me.

“I have to go,” she complained.

“Where?”

She was right where I wanted her, where she belonged.

“To my own room,” she murmured.

“Afraid the boss will find out?” I teased.

“I certainly am. He’ll freak out if he wakes up and I’m not around.”

My sleep- and lust- addled brain took a moment before I realized she was talking about Max.