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“I’m close again.” She strains to get the words out.

I slide a hand down and find her clit while I fuck into her, doing anything I can to get her off.

“I want to feel it. Come for me.”

When she clamps down again, her body seizing up, it’s too much. I can’t believe I lasted this long in the first place, even wearing a condom. I hold it back as long as I can, long enough to feel her get off while I’m inside her.

Finally, I let loose, filling up the condom. I shove deep inside her, wishing I was coming in her bare pussy. Fuck, how good would that feel? But this is the second best thing. Once we both find our senses, we’re reduced to a couple of panting, sweaty masses.

I finally slide out of her, even though I don’t want to ever, and collapse on my side next to her, completely drained. The room smells like sex, the bedding a mess, clothes everywhere. A perfect fucking evening.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, ragged breaths eventually calming to something more natural. What’s she thinking? What’s she feeling? Does she already regret this? I could handle just about anything, but I don’t want her to feel ashamed. I don’t want her to be mad at herself.

“Can I ask you something?” She’s still a little breathless.

“Sure.” Oh God, here it comes. She’s going to get dressed and take off out the door. I’ll never see her again.

Her eyes open before she rolls her head to the side to face me. “Can we do that again?”

CHAPTER 12

Hazel

I wake with a start,my heart pounding when I look around and have no idea where I am. This isn’t my bed. This isn’t my room. What the hell?

Look, I’m a hard sleeper. When I’m out I’m out. It takes a few seconds for me to shake off the tail end of whatever I was dreaming. Once that happens, I remember yesterday. Last night.

Oh God.

No, no, that was just supposed to be an amazing dream.

What the hell am I doing here? It seemed like a good idea at the time. Seemed like it would be okay to get that out of my system. Now, it doesn’t seem like it was my brightest decision.

I shudder a little, in the best possible way, thinking about what Paxton did to me last night. I had fantasized about those big, strong football hands, and they were not a disappointment. No, sir, they were not. The dull ache between my thighs is proof that I did indeed have my sexual needs met last night. He’s so big, I’m not really sure how I took it, but I gave it my best. Wait, did I beg him?

Yeah, you did.

And wouldn’t you know it, I’m a little aroused again just thinking about it.

I have to get out of here.

What do I do next? My clothes are all over the place, lying on the floor where we left them. Where is Paxton? I strain my ears for any sound coming from the rest of the apartment, but all I hear is the sound of my heart thumping.

Should I get my stuff and go? What if he’s pissed I spent the night?

I don’t think I had the energy to even walk to the elevator, much less get a cab or an uber. I don’t think I even knew my address last night.

No, he didn’t want me to go. I fell asleep in his arms.

My brain starts to unfog a little more.

He could have kicked me out—instead, he stroked my hair, spooned me right to sleep. It was kind of—sweet—actually.

I shudder a little more at the thought of Paxton Briggs being sweet. No. No. I can’t have these kinds of feelings for this man. Especially not now, after what I’ve started in motion at Rapid.

I’m about to throw back the blanket and fish around for my underwear when the door opens. In strolls Paxton wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I can still see the little footprint bruise on his ribs, and it’s so sweet, thinking about him playing with his nephews. I don’t know what looks better: his body, or the food he carries on a polished wooden tray.

It’s his body. Let’s be real. The food looks great, but holy hell. He doesn’t look like a body builder, like not that big, but like in between that and a lean swimmer.

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