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His weight squished her and she revelled in his heaviness, raising her hips so she could rub her clit against his hard dick.

As his tongue swept into her mouth he wrenched open her pyjama top, sending buttons flying. Heat burned between her thighs as he kneaded her breasts with his hands, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefingers, plucking at them until she writhed beneath him, desperate for more.

Damn, this man knew exactly what she liked.

Her hands found their way between their bodies, pushing down her pyjama bottoms and kicking them off before unzipping him.

‘Are you clean?’ she asked, already rubbing the head of his cock against her clit, drenched with needing him deep inside her.

‘Yes,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘Celibate since last test six months ago.’

She didn’t have time to process that particular revelation because she was guiding him straight to where she wanted him most and arched her hips, burying him to the hilt.

He groaned and slid his hands under her ass, tilting her as he slid out and drove in again.

‘Oh, yeah, just like that,’ she whispered, clamping her legs around his waist, tightening her thighs better than any stair-climber at gym.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ he said, burying his face in her neck as he thrust into her, over and over, hitting her sweet spot every single time.

Her muscles tensed as wave after wave of pleasure swamped her and she bit down on his shoulder as she came. Her orgasm galvanised him as he thrust in and out, hard and fast; the friction between them grew so exquisite it bordered on pain, until he stiffened and came on a guttural moan that tweaked something deep in her soul.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t move.

Jayda didn’t care.

As long as they stayed like this, joined in the most intimate way, she could forget every stupid complication in her life and live in the moment.

17

Brock lay onhis back, staring up at the art deco ceiling in Jayda’s bedroom.

Her soft, snuffling snores should’ve comforted him. They didn’t. Instead, every inhalation and exhalation scraped across his nerves, making his jaw clench.

He wanted to wake her, to bury himself in her again, because that was the only time he found any kind of solace.

Seeing his dad had left him rattled and out of sorts. George had seemed genuine in reaching out to him and Brock liked seeing his father’s vulnerable side. It gave him hope that his dad might be mellowing as he got older. He sure as hell hoped so for his mother’s sake.

It had been the first time he’d had any kind of normal interaction with his father in a long time. Agreeing to help him with the awards night had taken Brock by surprise. In the past, he wouldn’t have hesitated to refuse, citing work as an excuse.

What had been so different about today?

Jayda gave a cute sniffle at that moment and he glanced at her, the tension that thinking about George elicited instantly abating.

Was she the reason he’d gone soft today and acquiesced to his father’s demands?

After the sensational sex last night and breakfast at the quadrangle this morning, he’d felt…different. Lighter, somehow. She made him laugh, she made him question himself, she made him… better—a better man—and it scared the hell out of him. Which explained why he’d deliberately avoided her all day.

Even more revealing, when he hadn’t been able to shake the jittery feeling after visiting his dad he’d headed straight for Jayda’s. She grounded him in a way he hadn’t expected.

How could that be possible when he didn’t really know her?

Having her spend the night with him had messed with his head, but a small part of him had to admit, in a good way. He’d liked noticing the changes in his dad and deep down, he’d puffed up with pride when George had asked for his help.

Yeah, Jayda was definitely a good influence on him, as long as he didn’t get used to it. They’d stipulated two weeks and he’d stick to it. Anything more was asking for trouble.

He hadn’t expected her to jump him when he arrived. He’d envisaged them talking for a while, long enough for him to get his uneasiness under control, then ask her to help him with the awards night. But she’d been wild-eyed when she opened the door to him and he’d known in an instant that she needed him as much as he needed her.

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