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It feels unending, the emotion, the pleasure, the intensity.

Then slowly, I recognize the feel of his hair again. Then the pressure of his head against my thigh. Then his breath, now on my skin, and his fingers, slowly and carefully withdrawing from my body.

And I cry, dark, jagged gulps of sorrow. What was that? Is this what an orgasm is supposed to be like?

I’ve never felt anything like that before.

Zachery slides into place beside me, cradling my head against his chest. I hold on to him like he’s the only refuge in the storm.

I don’t know why I’m crying, but something has cracked inside me. Love. Lust. Pain. Beauty. It’s all jumbled.

“Fix it,” I gasp against his cheek. “Be inside me. I want you in me.”

He nods, and I help him out of his shirt and unfasten the pants he still wears.

I look with wonder at his body, the sculpted abs and hard-planed stomach.

He’s stiffly at attention, and I hold him in both hands, filled with awe at this part of him that has never been a concern in all the years we’ve been friends.

And, oh, how I want it.

I swear I won’t regret it.

Chapter 24

ZACHERYGLIMPSES THEINFINITE

There is a voice, a small one, but present nonetheless, that says this is a bad idea.

Kelsey busies herself with the condom, unrolling it down me with a slowness that is pure torture. I sit on the edge of the bed, watching her hands move along my length.

She’s a goddess, her makeup smudged, her hair pure chaos. I can’t stop staring at her, the miles of golden skin, her perfect pink nipples. She’s shaved bare, and I’m obsessed. I want to live there.

I shouldn’t even visit.

When I hesitate, she doesn’t wait, but throws a leg over me, and in moments, I’m inside her.

The heat of her envelops me, and I forget whatever bothered me before. She’s mine. This gorgeous vixen-creature is mine.

She circles her arms around my neck, shifting up and down, setting a languid pace that makes my blood pound in my veins.

Hell no. I’m done with slow. I grasp her hips and work with her as she moves, thrusting into her like a man possessed.

Her breathing comes fast, in sharp, ragged puffs against my cheek. Mine isn’t any calmer.

I want more control of her and stand up, pressing her against the flower-papered wall, her legs wrapped around my waist.

And I plunder her, slamming our bodies together like a boat crashing through waves. She hangs on, her cries in my ear. When she says my name, “Zachery, Zachery, Zachery,” some deep, forbidden part of me wants to respond with something tender, but I shove it aside.

This is fucking. A one-off with a gem. A perfect jewel.

My Kelsey.

I reach between us to work her, not softly this time, but with frenzied need.

She whimpers against my shoulder, her tone desperate and pleading. “Again, yes, Zachery.”

I whirl us around and press her back onto the bed while I remain standing. I drag her body to mine, forcing her to take in every inch, her legs straight up to my shoulders.

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