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Dinah—D—whoever—was everything he’d ever imagined she would be. Possibly more. It was intimidating, really. Probably the only thing that kept his head together, because holy hell this was amazing.

She held his arms back against the headboard. Her breasts brushed against his chest and her mouth closed over his shoulder as she bit lightly.

He groaned, his head falling back and hitting the wall. He didn’t care.

“Mm. You like that?”

“I think I’ve been very clear on the subject.”

She lifted herself slowly, then sank back down so he was buried completely. She was so tight, so warm.

“I did promise you two orgasms, though, so tread lightly.”

She grinned. Wicked and playful. Her lipstick was mostly smudged off, her hair tousled, her cheeks pink. Yeah, he’d promised her two, she was damn well going to get two.

He took his hands from hers and she pouted. “I thought you were tied up.”

“I need my hands for this, just once.” He smoothed his hands over her thighs, because he couldn’t stop himself from soaking up the smoothness of her skin. She was so soft, and it was like comfort.

He didn’t want thoughts like that right now, so his hands tightened at her hips, holding her steady so he could push deeper into her. Her head rolled back on a sigh, pushing her breasts into his face, so he took the opportunity to draw a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, until she was the one setting the pace, riding him. Fast, hard.

She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. The prick of pressure sending him closer and closer to an edge he was just barely fighting off.

“Yes, oh, right there.”

He couldn’t get enough of the reverent way she saidoh, the delicate sighs, the deep throaty moans. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said she was even better than his imagination. She was. Every freckle, every smile, every inch of pale, soft skin.

“Yes. Yes. Again.” She rode him faster, at breakneck speed he could barely keep up with. But the way she chantedyesandthis, he had a feeling she was close again, so he just held on for the ride.

She pushed deep against him, her nails digging even harder into his shoulders, a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.

“Oh, wow, that’s good,” she whispered in his ear. Then she bit his earlobe and he was a goner.

Release rumbled through him, heavy and powerful. Buried deep inside her, her breath quick and heavy against his neck, he already regretted that she’d have to leave. That this wasjust once.

Because it was the pretend world brought to life, and it was going to be a bitch to go back to only pretend.

After a few minutes she rolled off him. She gave him a smile, shy almost. He wanted to smile back, kiss her, say things could be different.

But he didn’t lie to people. Or tiptoe around the truth. He’d learned that was a shit end of the stick to be on.

She slid off the bed, already retrieving her underwear. So he got up too and went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up.

The silence was weird, but he didn’t know how to fix that or even if he should. When he returned to the room she was stepping into her skirt.

“That was . . .” She trailed off as she pulled the skirt back up over her hips, zipped it up. “Just right,” she finished, her voice a little soft. He couldn’t see her face to try to read her expression.

“Yeah.” Lame, but what was he supposed to do? Talk to her? About the reality of the situation? Talk to her and pretend? It didn’t seem right.

But he did want her to stay, to talk, just like their emails. Because he was an idiot, apparently, and forgetting all about her last name.

“Thanks, C.” Now fully dressed, she brushed a kiss across his mouth and then she was walking out his bedroom door. As it should be. As it onlycouldbe.

Chapter 4

Dinah woke up the next morning sore in places she never would have dreamed. She should feel mortified. Horrified. Everything about her behavior last night should be an absolute embarrassment.

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