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Her climax crashes over her like a wave, uncontrollable and all-consuming. Sydney’s body convulses beneath me, each wave of pleasure making her clench over my cock. I continue to drive into her, prolonging the bliss as long as I can until I can’t hold back any longer.

With a deep groan that comes from somewhere primal within me, I feel myself coming, and my mind goes white. We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and heavy breath, the world outside our bubble seeming inconsequential and far away.

I trace her cheek with my finger, breathing hard, and she smiles slowly at me. “That was good.”

I nod, then roll onto my back to stare at the ceiling.

Damn, understatement of the century. That was the hottest sex I’ve had in a long time. And I have a lot of hot sex.

I know we said this was just for one night.

But now that we’ve had a taste, how are we possibly going to resist this?

CHAPTER 13

SYDNEY

I jolt awake, my body buzzing with electric arousal from the vivid dream still playing in my mind.

DJ’s strong hands roaming my curves, his soft lips blazing a trail of desire across my flushed skin. His long fingers plunging deep into my aching cunt as I writhe and moan beneath him. The thick length of his cock pounding into me, taking me to dizzying heights of ecstasy.

Five days. It’s been five excruciatingly long days since our night of reckless passion in Tampa, but I can’t stop reliving every sinful second.

The forbidden thrill, the insatiable need, the explosive release.

Giving into temptation with DJ was more incredible than I ever could have imagined.

Biting my lip, I slide a hand beneath the covers, teasing myself as the erotic memories wash over me. The way his eyes darkened with lust as he growled filthy commands. How he edged me for what felt like hours until I was desperate and begging.

Finding my clit, I start to circle it slowly, prolonging the delicious sensation. I close my eyes, letting the fantasy take over once more.

DJ’s voice echoes in my head, low and husky, dripping with desire. “Come for me, Sydney.”

“Yes,” I whisper back to the empty room, my breath hitching as my fingers quicken their pace.

The buildup of pleasure crescendos, my orgasm sweeping through me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing in silent, shuddering waves. As the aftershocks ripple through me, I lie still, panting softly, the echo of DJ’s voice and the way his cock felt inside me slowly fading away.

I roll over, checking the clock. It’s early, barely dawn, but sleep is now a distant possibility, chased away by lingering arousal and restlessness.

Groaning in frustration, I throw off the blankets and swing my legs over the side of the bed. The cool air nips at my skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

“I need a shower,” I mutter to myself, standing and padding toward the bathroom. The hot spray of the shower is soothing, washing away the remnants of my dream—or at least attempting to.

As water pours over me, the image of DJ’s intense gaze and the ghost of his body pressed against mine invade my thoughts yet again. I lean my head against the cool tile, closing my eyes and letting out a long, slow exhale.

What have I done? I’m the Blizzards’ counselor, and DJ is on the team…

The thought of the team suddenly has my stomach in knots for an entirely different reason: what would Tyler think if he knew what happened?

A flash of guilt pinches at my heart. Would it destroy our friendship? Our working relationship? What would it do to the team dynamics?

Shaking my head, I turn off the water, determined to push those thoughts away for the morning. Wrapping a towel tightly around myself, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, hair damp and tousled—evidence of the turmoil swirling inside me.

I pull on a pair of jeans and a loose sweater, then grab my keys and bag and wrap my biggest winter scarf around my neck, ready to step out into the frigid morning air. As I close the door behind me, I envision myself shutting the door on the memories of DJ in bed.

Putting it behind me, for good.

Jason is first on my agenda for the day, and I’m pleased to see his smiling face in the doorway as he arrives a few minutes early.

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