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“No.” He sighed. “Kind of. It’s just that, well, I’m not used to . . . it’s been a while since?—”

“Relax, Chris,” I said. “I find you very attractive, and I’m not looking for anything serious. If you’re okay with it, I’d just like to spend the night with you.”

“I think I can be persuaded,” he said, echoing my earlier words.

Butterflies took flight as I followed him into his room.

I locked eyes with him. Before either of us could change our minds, I kissed him again.

“Shit,” I moaned, breaking away for a moment. “You’re a really good kisser.”

Our lips crashed together again. His tongue twisted with mine as his arms locked me to him in a tight hold. I pulled him even closer, grinding against him. I pulled his sweater and shirt over his head. My hands glided over his rippled muscles. Chris’s body was one I would enjoy marveling at if I had the time. He dipped his head again, our tongues tangling together.

“I want you,” I said.

“Madison,” he whispered, breaking apart and kissing along my jawline. He pulled my top over my head just before I unclasped my bra and dropped it to the floor. “You are beautiful.”

His eyes didn’t drop to look at my tits but stayed glued to my eyes. This guy made me feel beautiful. I smiled right before our lips met again. His nimble fingers worked quickly to undo the button and zipper of my jeans. Using his hands to help me, I shimmied out of them.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked.

I held up a condom between us. “Does this answer your question?”

His chest rumbled with laughter as he walked us back toward the bed. After stepping out of his pants, we fell together, our mouths sucking, tasting, and savoring. He grinded his cock against me, and I almost spontaneously combusted. The thin material of my panties left me practically bare, and the excruciatingly unbelievable friction of his hard cock pressing against me reminded me how badly I missed the touch of a man—a real man.

“Chris,” I begged, moving against him. “I need to feel you. Please.”

When he knelt back, I shimmied out of my underwear. My mouth watered as I watched him rip through the foil with his teeth and roll the condom on. His eyes traveled over my body for a moment before locking onto mine and lining himself up with my entrance.

For the first time in a long time, I wanted a man like never before. Even naked and about to do the horizontal tango after only an hour or so of knowing one another, there was something sweet and endearing about this man who hovered above me. I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying anything stupid.

As if reading my mind, he pushed deep inside me with one thrust. The thickness of him stretched and filled me in the most exhilarating way.

“Yes,” I moaned, and he groaned, “Fuck.”

Our first connection unlocked something primal within us both. It was like a wet dream come true as he began pumping his hips. I moved under him, thrusting my hips up to meet him.

He kissed my neck, nipped at my sensitive skin, and pulled my tongue back into his mouth.Damn, this man can kiss.Starving, my body hyperaware of what was just within reach, Icame apart under his touch and ability to rock my world. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming, Chris. Oh my God, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“That’s right, take my cock,” he said. He fucked me harder and faster, gripping my hips and hammering into me with fervor. His grunts and groans were sexy as hell, and the way he watched me made me want to please him. Without warning, the delicious sensation of another orgasm hit me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, latching onto his sculpted shoulders. “I’m gonna come again!”

“That’s right, baby. Give it to me. All to me. You’re so tight. You feel so good,” he said.

I fell over the edge as I came again. He hooked my legs over his arms and pushed forward, driving himself deeper inside. Fuck, it felt good. With his head thrown back, he moaned and pumped faster until his own orgasm rocketed through him.

He fell beside me, both of us breathing hard. “Fuck,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I really gotta work on my cardio.”

I turned to look at him, panting for breath, and we both erupted in laughter. I gave him a tender kiss and laid back on the pillow.

When I jolted out of my post-sex sleep, I found Chris’s arm draped over my body. He must have covered us with the sheets because I didn’t remember anything other than being naked and sweaty.

I slid out of bed. Using the light from my phone, I located my belongings. I tossed my underwear and bra into my bag and slipped into my jeans and shirt. I tiptoed back to the still-sleeping Chris. A peculiar kind of pain stabbed my heart as I looked at him one last time. I kissed his forehead, whispered, “Thank you,” and slipped out of his room without making a sound.

I touched his door after shutting it behind me. At the elevator, a niggling desire echoed to go back and knock. But Ididn’t. This was just what I needed—a nice night with a nice guy. I couldn’t have any complications right now in my life. And even if I could, who was to say that Chris wanted anything more from me? Before I did anything I might regret, I hopped in the elevator and bid my sexy one-night stand goodbye.

Chapter Four

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