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He unfastens the dress at the back of my neck while kissing me hungrily, then unzips the rest and lifts it off, tossing it like a rag. Before I know it, we are completely naked in the glow of the fireplace, me on my back and him supporting himself over me as we kiss.

His lips move with mine as his firm hand slides down my soft, naked body. I sigh happily as I marvel at how good his touch feels and how his demanding lips seem so in control. My body reacts to every touch of his fingers, and the slower he moves, the louder the throbbing between my legs becomes.

I need to have him. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Having him so close, his lips against mine, his body pressing against me, I obsess over what I want next.

As he lays down beside me, I feel his powerful back underneath my fingertips, then slide my hand to his chest and over every nook of his hard abs as I move closer to my goal. His lips leave mine and travel down my neck, and I lose control.

It’s not like me to be pushy or aggressive, but I want him so badly. I know if he doesn’t want me to, he won’t let me do it, so I push him onto his back.

Seeing him lying there next to me gets me even more excited. I kiss his shoulder as my hand travels down his body to his stiff member. His hands cup my heavy breasts as his thumbs move in circles over my erect nipples, making them ache.

He lifts me towards him as if I weigh nothing. I straddled his body and let one hand feel his hard chest while my other hand moves slowly up and down his shaft. Lifting himself a bit, his mouth covers my nipple as he sucks hard. His hand pinches my other nipple, and I know I’ve had enough. I want more. I lift my hips and position his member at my wet entrance.

Moving his hands to my hips, he guides my hips slowly, gently down onto him. I gasp softly as I feel his thick cock slide inside me. I lean forward, supporting my weight with my hands on his chest, and rock my hips.

Our eyes lock as he thrusts his hips from underneath. My breathing comes faster. Each time I move my hips, I feel my body flush with heat and then cool. Shivers shoot up my neck. I swear electricity runs through my veins.

Any doubts I have about him fly out the window. I feel even closer to him now than I ever have before. I’m lost now. There’s no hope that I won’t get hurt.

He reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling me down to him, locking his lips with mine. I stroke his cheek with my fingers as we kiss, and then he moves his lips to my neck.

Sitting up, he crosses his legs as he repositions me like a rag doll with my legs wrapped around his waist. His strength intoxicates me. My breasts rub against his chest as he lifts my hips slowly. The slow rise and fall of my body sent jolts of energy through my body as the pressure inside of me grows.

I shift myself so my knees touch the floor again and move my hips faster. His breaths shorten. Between the heat of our bodies and the fireplace, a soft sheen of sweat develops between us. Our thrusts quicken, and our panting becomes louder.

I let out a moan as I feel a chill go up my spine, and I know I’m going to come. He presses me tight against him as the intense feeling inside me explodes. I clutch him as the waves shake my body, feeling out of control as I tremble in his arms.

As I cry out in ecstasy, he groans before releasing himself inside of me. I feel his warmth pulse into me as I collapse, exhausted but happy. We slide back down onto the rug, still in each other's arms, as we try to catch our breaths.

As we lay there panting, the fire is beginning to die. He kisses my forehead and lips before taking my hand and leading me to bed. Outside, the sky is beginning to lighten. Sunrise is approaching.

The sun streaming through the blinds wakes me. I roll to my side and find Ryan still asleep. Guilt consumes me.

I turn away from him, bringing my hands up to my head. I can't believe what I did. No matter how much I tried to think of it as just a job, it wasn't. It never was. I knew from the moment that I met him that we were meant to be together.

When I thought about it, that was probably one of the big reasons I agreed to the job. It wasn't just to take care of my grandmother; it was because I desperately needed to see him again. I hid that desperation from everyone, even myself. But those moments, the first time we met at the ball all those months ago, meant everything to me.

I rise quietly from the bed. As I walk past the dresser, I grab the hair comb he bought for me. I love it with all my heart. I love that he noticed me looking at it. I love that he thought of surprising me with it. As much as I wanted to keep fighting it, I love him.

But I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have had sex with him. No matter how much I wanted to. It makes things more real. It makes my feelings even more intense. And if he cares for me even half as much as I care for him, then what I need to do is that much more horrible.

I can’t take my eyes off him. The way the sun streams in onto his skin, even just seeing him in my bed, it’s so surreal.

I was never one to daydream about meeting someone. Even Grandma had gotten on my case plenty of times over the years about not dating. It just wasn't a priority to me. Now I knew I had been waiting for him.

I enter the bathroom and quietly close the door behind me. As I lean against the wall, I start to think, as I have done so many times in the past six months, about how I could get out of this without hurting him.

Could Alex be that cruel? Would he hold me to my bargain? Why is he doing this anyway?

I had spent the past six months trying to force myself to push Ryan away. Hoping that he would move on and not fall for me as I had fallen for him.

Maybe the gift was just a comb. Maybe he was just one of those men who would do anything to get me into bed. I really didn't know him. At least not as well as I hoped. Was it my fault? Or was that his?

I thought about our relationship over the past six months. I thought about how I had never seen where he lived or worked or even met any of his friends. How much did I really know Ryan?

Maybe I would step out of this bathroom and find him gone. Maybe all that would be left of us would be this hair comb and my memories. At least if that happened, Alex couldn't be mad at me. I held up my part of the deal.

But what if? What if Ryan was sincere? What if he really did care about me?

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