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"You're torturing me with these," he says, "So wet—so soft—goddamn perfect."

I whimper as he slides my panties over, coating his fingers in my heat.

"More— I need more," I beg, his mouth exploring my breasts.

"I showed you what the sound of you begging does to me. Be careful what you beg for Rowan because I have every intention of delivering on everything you want from me tonight," he says, his voice low.

His fingers grip the top of my waistband and rips my thong, tossing the thin material somewhere in the limo.

"Bex!" I protest, though I've never experienced anything as sexy as Bex ripping my clothes off my body.

"Bill me for that too," he says with a smirk, pulling me down in a rough but passionate kiss.

"I want you inside of me. I need you now."

"Tell me that you’re sure, because you've been through a lot tonight. I just want to make you feel good. That's all I'm after."

Somehow, I know that without him telling me.

I nod. "I'm sure. This is what I want to remember tonight, not the gala. Being with you," I say.

He knows we both need this. The growing tension between us has been leading to this moment. Soon enough, I manage to free him from his belt, tuxedo pants, and boxer briefs. I reach for his erection, loving the feel of his arousal in my hand. It feels hot and heavy as it pulsates for me—this man makes me almost dizzy with need. I stroke him gently at first, loving the way he jerks in response, and then his hips take over, rocking into my hand.

“Bloody hell, Rowan…” he growls, his head falling back against the limo headrest and he watches me through hooded eyelids.

I can’t wait another second. We’ll be at my apartment soon enough and I don’t know what will happen after. Right here–right now–this is all I'm promised.

I position myself over him, the tip of his cock notching at my entrance.

Skin to skin—this is what I need to forget tonight.

He grips my hips, guiding me down onto him in one smooth motion. We both groan at the feeling of him entering me, the fullness of him inside me making my toes curl.

"Fuck, your so damn tight." He stalls for a moment—his eyes fluttering closed—his teeth grinding. The sight of Bexley Townsend trying not to come undone under me causes more wetness to pool at my entrance, coating his cock.

Then he begins to move, rolling his hips in slow motion, finding the spot that I need him and stroking it with expert precision. I meet each of his thrusts with a roll of my own, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride him. I might be on top, but Bex is the one in control.

Reality breaks through the heated moment when something comes over him; he grips my hips to slow our motion but still keeps our rhythm moving in and out. “Rowan… shit, I'm not wearing a condom.”

A flash of concern washes over his face, but I shake my head, grinding down on him harder, coaxing him to keep going. “I can’t get pregnant, remember? And I'm clean."

I can't believe we got this far without discussing it, but then again, I never expected Bex to feel so safe—so open. I didn't expect him to come find me tonight and to comfort me the way he has. I lost my head with an unexpected desperation to be with him—I guess we both did.

"I'm clean too. But I neverusuallygo without. I want you to know that," he says, his thrusts increasing again as if he couldn’t stop himself from fucking me bare even if he wanted to, hitting the spot inside of me that has my belly on fire—tingles spreading through my body.

“Rowan… Christ, I can’t stop fucking you like this. I don’t think I could pull out of you even if I wanted to. You feel so fucking good.”

“Then don’t. Take me just like this,” I tell him. "I'm so close.”

Bex increases his tempo, thrusting into me hard and deep until he bottoms out inside of me. He grips my ass, pulling me unbelievably tight to him. I've never had someone so deep inside of me. Our bodies melding together as we both take what we want from each other—our grunts getting louder and the thick smell of sex filling the back of the limo.

Our mouths find each other once again—but he takes my mouth so differently than he takes my body. It's needy and desperate but smooth and passionate. Our bodies chase after each other's orgasms, but our mouths are taking more time to explore—to tease.

There's so much more to Bex than he lets me see. And now I'm more curious than ever to unlock it.

His hand slides between our bodies and finds my clit, I shatter apart, crying out his name as my orgasm rips through me, my body pulsating over his cock, gripping him so tight that he growls as he comes, spilling into me, emptying every drop as deep as he can.

We stare at each other for a moment, and the reality of what we just did in the back of this limo sets in.

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