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As long as I’m clear about what we want from one another, I’ll be fine. I’ll enjoy the night he promised me and move on with my life tomorrow. Our agreement is good for tonight only.

“Fine by me.” I wink at him. “Except, I don’t see you doing anything to get to that orgasm you talk about.”

With a hand on my neck and the other on my hip, he anchors me as he thrusts his cock back inside my slippery core. “If you look away, I stop. Understood?”

“Yes,” I groan when he twists his hip and pulls out of me.

“Good!” His balls slap my ass when he drives in again.

Pleasure coils inside me, squeezing my folds around his erection, burning my lungs with each ragged breath I take.

“Fuck!” I moan when his shaft presses all my sensitive points each time Wes moves in and out of my pussy.

“Don’t wait for me, babe. I want to watch you come.”

Before he finishes the sentence, my body explodes around his. My limbs quiver and bulk under me. Wes pulls us both up, his erection still ramming me from behind, his steel-hard forearm wrapped around my waist.

Black spots cloud my vision as I drop my eyelids down and my head over his shoulder.

He freezes.

Heaving in my ear, he growls, “Eyes on us.”

I drag my heavy eyelids open and lift my hands to spear my fingers through his hair. He sucks the side of my neck, whispering, “That’s right. It’s missing just one thing before I can come.”

His enigmatic words distract me for a moment from the tsunami of sensations threatening to pull me under.

When he doesn’t elaborate, I frown. “What?”

A sinful grin curves his swollen lips up. “Hear you wailing my name as I promised you would.”

I arch an eyebrow. “That you did.”

His lips travel down from my earlobe to the tip of my shoulder. His teeth graze my skin there. With my eyes glued to that point, I miss the hand he glides down my belly. His fingers circle my clitoris, pinching the hard nub.

“Motherfucker!” I howl as my soul soars.

“Wrong moniker,” he whispers as his cock moves an inch or two inside me.

He wraps a hand around my chin, poking my lips with his index finger. I suck at it. With another tweak of his fingers in my trembling pussy, I give up fighting him.

“Fuck! Please!” I beg. “Wes!” I roar his name until my throat grows sore as he resumes slamming his shaft in and out of me.

I let go of any illusion of control while a series of orgasms take me higher and higher. In the middle of my ecstasy, Wes’s pleasure explodes deep inside my core. His jets fill the condom to the brim. I barely register his grunts or the way his fingers grip my cheek. His lips crush mine in a heartbreaking kiss as I slip into unconsciousness.

As if floating on a warm ocean, I feel the cool sheets under my spent body and the warm male chest behind my back. Wes’s fingers lace through mine, he kisses the back of my hand, and I’m out.

During the night, we test the resistance of every piece of furniture in the hotel suite as we fuck on different surfaces. We try the glass shower stall once before deciding the comfort of the bed wins by far. We go back to the bedroom to explore each other’s limits until we’re too exhausted to move.

When the first light of morning pours through the open curtains, it wakes me up to the harsh reality. The magic of our one-night stand evaporates like morning dew under the winter sun.

At least, that’s what I tell my foolish heart as my eyes take in Wes’s tousled hair on the pillow beside me. His square jaw has lost its tight edge as he sleeps. The rose in bloom tattooed on his left bicep comes to life as he flexes his arm to roll onto his side. Facing me now, he smiles and the green spots in his hazel irises dazzle me.

Sitting up against the headboard, I pull the sheet to my chin. I also escape the fingers he stretches toward my cheek and remind myself last night was a one-way ticket.

“Time for you to leave,” I ask, keeping my voice as steady as my heart beating in my throat allows me to do.

He snaps his face up as if I’ve struck it, sitting up in front of me without bothering to cover his semi-hard cock.

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