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“What the hell?” I hiss.

“I don’t want to deal with them,” she whispers. “And I don’t want you busting any heads, either. Just let them get past.”

I get her point, because if one of them had dared to look at her, I might have done something about it. And I don’t mind being in this cozy space with her, close enough to smell the pine tree scent clinging to her hair from our hike through the woods.

I sidle up close, putting my hands on either side of her head as she leans against the door. Her chin tips up and her eyes shine with anticipation. I lean down to place a soft kiss on her lips and as her fingers grip the edge of my t-shirt, flames course through me.

All it takes is the merest brush of her mouth against mine, the slightest sigh and touch, and I go wild. God, am I thinking about taking my angel here in the linen closet? Surely I can wait twenty more seconds to get her back to my room. I pull away before I have her clothes off and take her hands to keep them from roaming up my chest.

“Why are they taking so long?” I hiss angrily, making her stifle a giggle.

For some reason, the goobers don’t just continue to slow down, but stop in the hallway, right outside our door. They’re in the middle of a heated argument about different drywall manufacturers that seems like it’ll go on forever and can only be resolved right there. Carly puts her hand over her mouth, her eyes dancing with suppressed laughter.

She’s so beautiful I can’t stop myself from kissing her again. After that, there’s no holding back at all. Gripping my shoulders, she presses close to me, her mouth open and eager for my tongue.

“How quiet can you be?” I ask, my hand slipping between her thighs. Working my way under her shorts, I groan to find her panties are already damp.

“Let’s find out,” she says.

When I sink my fingers into her wet heat, she moans, quickly stifling it against my neck. At this point I don’t care who hears and push deeper into her slick little pussy. “I need to be inside you,” I whisper roughly.

With trembling hands, she tugs at the button on my jeans, freeing my cock to grip in her smooth palm. She spasms around my fingers and I groan, cutting off the sound as the conversation seems to lull outside.

“Deeper, B,” she murmurs, completely lost in what I’m making her feel. And what she’s making me feel is driving me over the edge, and fast.

I shove her shorts down, dragging the panties with them. As soon as they’re off and kicked into a stack of towels, I yank her legs around my waist, gripping her lush ass cheeks as I press her against the door. The hinges rattle and she wraps her arms around my neck, rubbing her slick pussy up and down my shaft.

“My sexy little virgin knows just what to do to make me wild,” I growl.

She bites my neck to keep from moaning louder, then gasps when I slip my fingers lower to tease her from behind. She jerks against me the second I stroke around her cute little asshole, then clamps down hard when I slam inside her, sheathing myself all the way to my balls.

“There’s … no … way… they don’t hear,” she gasps as our bodies slap together while I fuck her hard and fast.

Since she’s clearly given up, I pump harder, still toying with her asshole as I drive deep into her tight cunt. Her legs tighten around me, and she arches against the door, throwing her head back with abandon.

“Come for me,” I demand. “So I can fill you up.”

Holding on, she gives in to my command and I feel her clench around my shaft, sucking every last drop out of me. I keep pumping, never wanting to let her go, but soon we’re spent, and slide down the door.

Collapsed in a sweaty heap, I weakly reach for a towel. “What just happened?” I ask, seeming to come out of a daze.

She smiles brightly, her eyes glazed over, but full of certainty. I hold her close and kiss her, then she pulls away to answer.

“Hopefully the same thing that’ll keep happening for the rest of our lives,” she says. “Lots more happy surprises.”

We press our ears to the door, but somewhere while we were lost in each other, the goobers scampered away. Good. Now we just need to make it official, and we can relax and continue to explore this amazing thing we discovered. Something I’m never giving up.

“So many happy surprises you won’t be able to keep up,” I promise.

She accepts the promise with a kiss and once again, we forget where we’re at, completely wrapped up in each other.

Epilogue

Carly

Eight years later

Everything is perfect. Or should be. I go over my list for the thousandth time and all the checkboxes are marked off. The posters have been hung for a month now, and I’ve been working on this exhibit for a year, but today is the day. Opening day.

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