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I do so, impressed with how professional she’s being while my cock is pressed to her center.

“Well then, can we go back to kissing now?” I ask her, grinning like a fiend.

“You are infuriating, you know that?”

I shrug nonchalantly. “I’ve been told a time or two, yes.”

She laughs, and I go in for her lips, swallowing the sound she makes.

We go no further than kissing on the couch before she finishes her dinner. I microwave a ramen cup and scarf it down, and then we both head to our respective bedrooms for our early morning meeting. I think what killed the mood was the weight of the deal between us.

Even if it sounds good in theory, Alyssa is right. I’ve never heard of no strings attached working out in the end for anyone.

She’s steadfast in her idea of not being more than we are, a random hook-up in the bathroom in a moment of weakness. Internally, though, I know deep down that we are. Or at least, I find myself hoping we will become more.

To have to walk away from Alyssa after not feeling anything close to this kind of connection since Anna would break me. It would completely level me.

It’ll be worse knowing that Alyssa is the one controlling the fucking wrecking ball that ends such a phenomenal thing.

“Good night,” I hear from across the living room, where Alyssa is in the other guest bed.

“Good night,” I call back, not closing my eyes and letting my mind spin around as I watch the ceiling fan do the same thing.

“Kindred spirits, you and me,” I tell it, realizing I’m losing it if I’m talking to the goddamned fan.

When I hear my door creak open further from where I’d left it slightly ajar hours later, I lift my head off my pillow. I’d almost fallen asleep when the sound startled me.

A very nude Alyssa gets on the end of the bed and crawls over my legs. I peel the covers back, baring my naked body to her as she straddles me, leaning down to kiss me deep and fervently.

What had she been dreaming about?

We’re both breathless when she breaks the kiss and says, “No strings.”

As if I’d need the reminder.

I dive back into her mouth, cupping her ass in my hands and lifting her as she works my cock inside her heat and sinks down.

“Fucking hell,” I groan into her kiss as she gasps and starts to ride me.

“Fuck, yes,” she languidly moans, throwing her head back in pure bliss.

Yeah, this isn’t going to work.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ALYSSA

His fucking kiss is everything and more. His full lips move against mine, and each swipe of his tongue against mine nearly makes me lose my rhythm that I ride him with. I could stop fucking him and solely kiss him for the rest of the night. I don’t know if it’s because he held back from kissing me for so long or because he means more than anyone before him.

No strings sounds like a great idea until I think about walking away from this.

“I don’t kiss,” he breathes when I moan and break away from his lips.

Now I have guilt swarming me. I was mad at him for pushing me past my boundaries, and I did the same thing by kissing him. Part of me knew he didn’t kiss, too. Deep down.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, rubbing my nose over his cheek as he groans and grips my hips, thrusting in time with me from below.

“Dante,” I whimper.

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