Page 56 of His Off-Limits Christmas Gift

“I…” She shook her head, panting and wild-eyed with the rush of her orgasm. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”

Of course, she was. She was a virgin until she met me.

“I am too. What are you saying?” I shoved my pants down, then climbed onto the bed.

She widened her legs, making room for me. “I’m saying we don’t need it.”

“You sure?” I licked my lips, stroking my dick.

“I’m sure. I want to feel?—”

I pushed the tip of my dick into her, then slid in further.

“All of you.”

“Fuck me. Sweet girl, you feel so fucking good.” I lowered, needing to kiss her and let her taste the tang of her juices. As I slanted down, I rammed the rest of the way into her tight pussy.

“Fast, Nate.” She clawed at my back as I thrust. “Faster!”

I gave her what she wanted. I listened to what she demanded of me. Even though I like to drag it out so I could savor every second of making love to her, I knew we were both coiled too tightly from all the teasing at work.

We came together with the sounds of naked flesh slapping and moans filling the air. Her inner muscles clenched, squeezing my dick without any layers between us. I flooded her pussy, filling her with my hot cum. And as I growled, so blown away by how much closer that made me feel with her, I wondered how I ever thought I could keep it temporary. Casual. As an excuse for what I really wanted.

Her.

I was smitten, and I wasn’t sure how I could explain this one-eighty to her and pray that the feeling was mutual.

“Rach.” I gasped as I collapsed over her, hugging her close so I could hold her tight as I switched us. She lay over me, catching her breath and still trembling as she draped over me. “I?—”

Knocks sounded on the bedroom door.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she complained at the same time I said, “What the fuck?”

“Are you expecting someone?” she whispered, hurrying to get off me.

“No.” I regretted the loss of her warmth as she sat up and climbed off me.

“Yo, Nate?”

I cringed at the sound of Brandon calling out for me. He had a code to the elevator that linked to my place. There was no front door. He was one of the very few people who could ride up and walk directly into my home.

Rachel’s eyes opened wider in alarm.

“Hide,” I mouthed as I got up and shoved my pants on.

She hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind herself as I zipped and walked to the door.

Brandon was just walking to the kitchen as I opened the door. He whirled around, surprised. “Hey! Whoa. You startled me.”

“What’s up, Brandon?” I asked as I closed the door after me. I didnotneed him to even guess what was hiding in there. Quickly wiping my hand over my face, I made sure there wasn’t any evidence of Rachel’s cream on me.

“I just wanted to check in on you.”

Dammit.He was a good friend, but his timing was off.

“With the party tomorrow…” He shrugged. “I know how hard this day, or that time, has been for you.” He crossed his arms. “I’ve been worried about you, man.”

I nodded, feeling like an ass. Brandon was a good man. He looked after his own. But somehow, that very concept had metrapped. He cared about his friend not facing a hard time on a historically crappy night. He also cared about his sister having a good man. In this circumstance, though, I doubted he’d be happy to know I was the one giving Rach pleasure.

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