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Her knees buckled and he guided her onto the bed with his free hand, giving her one cheeky thrust with his other fingers inside her before withdrawing. She instantly wanted more.

He didn’t speak as he made quick work of his chinos, leaving him in navy cotton boxers—he’d always been a boxers guy. They’d taunted her, that peak of elastic above his jeans when he’d sit in front of her in the occasional lecture, as if he wanted her to see it, to drive her wild.

‘Don’t make me wait,’ she said, staring at the impressive bulge tenting the boxers.

‘I won’t.’ He pushed down the boxers and took himself in hand, making her throat tighten with desire. ‘This what you want?’

‘Hell yeah,’ she muttered, a low growl that made him grin as he moved his hand up and down the shaft, saliva pooling in her mouth at how much she wanted to taste him.

He’d been her first blowjob on that memorable night six years earlier and she’d never forgotten the feeling of sheer empowerment.

She licked her lips in anticipation and he said, ‘Later,’ grabbing the condom from where she’d left it earlier and ripping the foil packet open.

Her body tingled, aftershocks from that mind-blowing orgasm and anticipation of what was to come as he rolled thecondom on. She opened her legs in blatant invitation but rather than settle over her as expected, he crooked his finger at her.

Confused, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, letting out a whoop of surprise when he hoisted her into his arms again. However, this time she didn’t warn him about her being too heavy and giving him backache or a hernia, not when the intent in his eyes was clear.

He desired her. He wanted her. He would have her.

She clung to him as he pressed her back against the wall, sliding into her on a moan that raised the hairs on the back of her neck.

‘So fucking good,’ he murmured, before withdrawing and sliding into her again, making her gasp with the absolute rightness of it.

She remembered this feeling of fullness, of wanting him to pleasure her until she could think of nothing but the moment, but this time was different.

They were both older, wiser, and in his case much more experienced, because he kept doing some amazing thing with his hips every time he thrust into her, guaranteeing he grazed her clit over and over until she hovered on the edge again.

‘Faster,’ she said, urging him on by wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, and he obliged, pistoning in and out until they were both sweat-slicked.

As her muscles tightened and the first ripples spread, she buried her face against his neck. He gave one last thrust and she fell apart, biting down as he came on a roar, his forehead thudding the wall behind her.

Jayda had no idea how long they stood there, joined in the most intimate of ways. But when he placed her carefully on the bed, brushed a brief kiss on her lips and said, ‘I’ll get cleaned up and be back,’ reality crashed over her and she pulled back the covers and scooted beneath them.

She’d had the best sex of her life with Brock—again.

She’d demanded it, commanded it.

So why did she feel so damn vulnerable?

5

Brock set themixer tap to high and waited until steam bellowed from the cubicle before stepping into the shower. He didn’t want to wash Jayda’s floral scent off his skin but taking a shower was the only thing he could think of to excuse taking too long in the bathroom.

He couldn’t go back out there, not right now. He’d already wasted five minutes calling himself a variety of names from ‘fuckwit’ to ‘dickhead’ while staring at his reflection in the mirror, then another two splashing water on his face. It hadn’t been enough so he jumped in the shower, hoping that the powerful stream of water on his head, his neck, his back, would ease some of the tension.

It didn’t, and as he tilted his face up to the water and scrubbed his face, he knew all the showers in the world while procrastinating before confronting Jayda wouldn’t change anything.

She’d rocked his world all over again.

And he wanted a repeat. Fuck, he could happily screw her all night if she let him. But it was more than that and he knew it.

He’d had plenty of sex since finishing uni. Success and money meant he had no shortage of women warming his bedover the last six years. And there’d been no complaints so his prowess had grown alongside his bank balance.

But what had happened out there with Jayda…it was messing with his head. Foreplay wasn’t usually that much fun. He’d get the girl wound up, they’d satisfy each other, then he’d leave. He never brought women into his apartment, preferring the option to go when he wanted rather than having to kick someone out. He might be a heartless bastard but he drew the line at tacky.

Yet foreplay with Jayda had been something else. They’d laughed and teased each other, verbally sparring in a way that turned him on even more. Intelligence got him off as much as a hot bod, and what a bod. He’d loved her curves in uni and she was hotter now: her firm ass, rounded hips, and those spectacular breasts with pale brown nipples that could poke his eye out. Magnificent.

Predictably, his cock hardened and he switched the temperature to cold, clenching his jaw at the sudden burst of chill before switching off the mixer completely and reaching for the towel on the heated rack next to the shower. He couldn’t head back to the bedroom with a stiff dick. Not when they had to have a discussion.

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