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“Yes, gorgeous, come on my cock. Let go, babe,” I tell her between thrusts.

I feel her body start to flutter around my cock and I can feel the tingles of my own orgasm start to make their way down my spine. As her body really starts to spasm around my shaft, it triggers my own orgasm. I can’t hold it back any longer and I thrust two more times before I drop her leg from my shoulder and collapse forward. My orgasm barrels through my bloodstream as I fill the condom with my release.

I pant against her shoulder, sucking in large gulps of air as I try and bring my breathing back to normal. I pull out and remove the condom, finding a small trashcan next to her nightstand to discard it into. I slide back onto the bed, pulling Stacey in next to me. She reaches down and pulls the sheet and blankets over us as we melt into each other.

She settles in with her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her with my hand resting on her hip.

“You okay?” I finally ask, breaking the silence between us.

“Yeah, just thinking,” she tells me. “I know you said earlier that you’re getting together with Carson and the guys…but can I see you again, too?”

“Of course. I’m not just going to roll out of your bed, never to be seen or heard from again. I can’t promise you much past this week, but I can promise you that I want to see you as much as I can before I have to leave next weekend. I’ve really enjoyed our time together and want more of it.”

“Okay,” she simply states.

“Were you worried I’d tell you no?”

“A little bit. I know you’re only here for a little bit of time and it’s not like either of us were expecting to meet each other or hit it off so quickly. I just don’t want to monopolize your time. You’re here to see your dad and friends, not a girl you just met.”

“Don’t worry about my friends. My dad, yeah, I need to spend some time with him. But I can spend all day during the week with him. I’m guessing you’re going to have to work this week during the day.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a busy work week ahead of me,” she confirms. “Just tell me, please, if you change your mind. My feelings might be hurt, but I’d rather deal with that than you just ghosting on me or lying to me.”

“Stacey, look at me,” I tell her, shifting so we can look at each other. “If there’s anything that I am, it’s honest. I’ll never lead you on, never lie to you. If things aren’t working for me, then you’ll be the first one to know. I don’t play games. I’ve been there, done that. Relationships, no matter how new, how serious they are, deserve to be between the two people that are in them, not anyone else. I’d ask that if you’re not feeling whatever this is between the two of us, that you’d be open and honest with me about it.”

“Of course, and thank you. You’ve calmed my nerves. I was starting to worry that we’d jumped into bed together too quickly. I’m not usually so easily swept off my feet. I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of easy girl.”

“I’d never think that about you. Your past is just that, your past. It’s made you who you are today. If that means you slept around while in college, so what, so have more than half of all the other college chicks. Same goes if you weren’t the girl who slept around. I’ve been no saint in my past, but I also haven’t been out there, sleeping with just any girl who’d spread her legs for me.”

She starts to shake with laughter in my arms. “Definitely not the girl who slept her way around campus. I can count the number of guys I’ve slept with on one hand, and I don’t even need all of my fingers to do so.”

“Good. Then I get to corrupt you,” I tell her, kissing her lips.

“Mmmm…I like the sound of that.”

Chapter Eight

STACEY

I wakeup a few hours later, sore in all the right places, a warm body still holding me close. I melt into Peyton’s hold on me as I squint at the alarm clock on my dresser across the room, but I can’t quite make out the time. My contacts are super dry since I didn’t get the chance to take them out earlier, and my vision is a little blurry. I know it’s still the middle of the night due to the darkness outside, so I lay here, willing myself to fall back asleep.

I give it a good solid fifteen minutes without falling back to sleep before I give up and slip out of bed. Still naked from our sexy times, I find Peyton’s shirt on the floor and slip it on, buttoning a few of the buttons to keep it closed. I quietly leave the room, not wanting to wake him up. I stop in the bathroom first and then pad out to the kitchen. My stomach is rumbling, so I look through the fridge for something small and easy to eat, so I can hopefully get back to sleep soon.

I pull out a yogurt container from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer, then head over to my favorite recliner by my living room window. I curl up with one of my blankets I keep out here and start eating, getting lost in watching the clouds move in the reflection of all the city’s lights. My attention is pulled fromthe window when I hear footsteps down the hall after the toilet flushes.

“Hey, you okay?” Peyton asks, his voice sleep-filled and raspy.

“Yep, just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. Think I was just a little hungry,” I tell him, holding up my now empty yogurt container for him to see.

“Come back to bed,” he says, holding out a hand for me to join him. He’d slipped his boxers back on before coming out to find me, but his body is still on display for me to ogle.

I take his outstretched hand, remove the blanket that was covering me, and stand. I hear the slight hitch in his breath when he realizes I’m only wearing his shirt, and chuckle.

“Give me just a second, I need to throw this out and put the spoon in the sink.”

I pop into the kitchen long enough to do those two tasks, then meet him back in my living room, slipping my hand into his as I let him lead me back to bed.

Once back in the bedroom, I unbutton the few buttons and let his shirt fall back to the floor before I slide between the sheets. Peyton climbs in on the other side and holds his arm out for me to reassume my previous position of being curled up against his side. I jump on his offer, already loving that spot. His warmth beckons me closer and I feel like his arms are where I’m meant to be.

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