Page 5 of One Weekend in Boston

"I like this one too much."

With expert fingers, she had it unsnapped and flung across the room. I stared up at her marvelous tits. I wanted them in my mouth.

"Bite them. I know you want to."

Fuck, this woman was everything. I was seconds away from shooting my load and she was only making it harder for me to hold on when she said things like that. I didn't hesitate though. I took one in my mouth and pressed the palm of my hand to her back to keep her from moving.

I latched on and made sure I left my mark. I would only get this one night, but she would remember me for days to come.

All it took was one bite and Shannon was unraveling in my arms once again. Her arousal coated my covered cock and dripped down my lap. I pumped from the bottom once before I joined her.

Her name was ripped from my hoarse throat. String after string of cum filled the condom. It was never-ending.

"Holy shit, that was amazing." Shannon shoved her tits in my face as her labored breathing continued. With her head tilted back, she ran her fingers through her long, light brown hair.

If she were any other woman, I would think it was a practiced move but that wasn't this woman's style. Not from the little I’d seen up until this point. I was pretty sure Shannon didn't realize how desirable she was in her relaxed look.

"That was just the beginning, baby."

Damn, that seductive smirk was going to be the death of me. It made me want to do unspeakable things to her.

I lifted her off my lap and set her next to me on the bed, ignoring the fact that slipping out of her made me feel a sense of loss. That wasn't what this was about. I pushed my denim the rest of the way off my legs so I was as naked as the day I was born.

"Let me tie this condom off and then we can go again." I was already well on my way to being hard again even though I just had the most powerful orgasm of my life. "If we’re only going to have one night, then I plan on making the most of it."

Fuck. If she only knew what I had in store for us. I was going to act out every single fantasy and I had a feeling she was the kind of woman who was going to enjoy them all.

THREE

Shannon

I tried to slip out from underneath Jack's arm; his very muscular and tattooed arm. For an electrician, he had the body of a damn Greek god. A body, I could say with one hundred percent confidence, that knew exactly what it was doing between the sheets. I may or may not have licked every part of it at some point throughout the night. Okay, there was no maybe about it. I absolutely licked every damn inch of his body, but can you blame me? Hello, Greek god!

Score one for me on picking out a man who didn't require me to fake my orgasms.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Aww, damn. Did he really have to have a sexy gravelly voice first thing in the morning as well? Like I needed another reason to want to stay. One night I reminded myself. I wasn't even supposed to give myself that, so it was important I stuck to my guns this time.

"Trying to slip out of bed so I can do a classy walk of shame back to my own room."

Ha! There was no such thing as a classy walk of shame. I knew without looking in the mirror that the evidence of what we did last night was written all over my body. Jack did enough tugging on my hair that it would take more than a brush to tame the wild locks, and I was pretty sure there was more than one bite mark along my collarbone. Jack went a little crazy when he realized just how much that turned me on.

The only upside was that I never wore makeup, so at least I wouldn't look like some crazy raccoon walking the halls.

Shit, and I almost forgot about my ruined panties. How could I forget Jack shredding them off my body with his teeth? It was hands down the sexiest thing that ever happened to me.

Which was actually a little sad, considering that one thought revealed just how boring my sex life was before last night.

"And what if I said I wanted you to stay?"

So the man did have a flaw. I knew there had to be one somewhere. No one was that perfect, even if Jack had come pretty damn close.

"I would remind you that we agreed to one night, and just like Cinderella, this woman is going to turn back into a pumpkin very shortly."

Yes, I know. I was screwing up that fairy tale but what can I say? My brain was still a little muddled from multiple rounds of good sex and lots of orgasms. Sue me.

"Pretty sure that's not how that story went, but I get what you mean. You're a flight risk. Give me a second to throw on some clothes and I'll walk you to your room."

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