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That should’ve been an easy yes, but my limbs had liquefied and my head was still spinning. I managed, though, if with some gentle guidance from him.

Then he knelt behind me, and both fear and arousal zipped through me.

Oh, boy. Here we go.

He pressed against me, but didn’t push in. He just teased a little, as if giving me a chance to get used to his presence. I must’ve tensed up, and he must’ve sensed it, because he made gentle circles with the head until I started to relax again.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Y-yeah.”

“Ready for more?”

“Uh-huh.”

In the same instant he started to press in, he moaned softly, and my head spun faster. Fear and arousal again, but I kept breathing and kept myself relaxed, and—

Oh, God. He was pushing in. Slowly. Carefully. But I was taking him, little by little, and—

“Fuck!” Riley’s whole body jerked, though he didn’t force himself in. Then he groaned, but it sounded like frustration more than anything. “For fuck’s sake…”

Alarm straightened my spine. Panic and preemptive embarrassment turned my blood to ice water. “What? What’s—”

He laughed and pulled out. “Well, damn. I hope you didn’t blink, ‘cause you would’ve missed it.”

Blink? Missed—what?

But then I caught up. I twisted around to meet his gaze. “You came?”

His face was red. “Yeah. Jesus. I have never come that fast in my life.”

I almost laughed with relief, but I caught myself. I didn’t want him to think I was making fun of him.

He eased down onto the bed beside me, and when he met my gaze, his cheeks were still bright. “I promise, I’m not a minuteman. Not usually.”

I did chuckle this time. “I mean, I’ve blown you for so long I lost feeling in my tongue—I know how long you can last.”

He laughed for real. “Okay, that’s fair. I’m just…” He covered his eyes with one hand and snorted. “This is, um… not my proudest moment in the bedroom.”

I put a hand on his waist. “It’s okay. It really is.”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered. Then he dropped his hand and sighed.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get cleaned up. We can try again in a little while.”

He met my eyes, forehead creased. “I can still get you off. We’re not—”

“I can wait.”

He studied me, but then nodded. “Okay. Let’s just hope it won’t be the lightning round this time.”

After we’d cleaned up, we settled back in bed. Riley still seemed bothered by the whole thing.

“I know it’s a cliché,” he said. “But Iswear, this hasneverhappened before.”

“So should I take it as a compliment?” I asked. “My ass turned you on so much, you—”

Riley burst out laughing, and so did I, and that finally seemed to snap some of the tension. He relaxed a little, and… I did, too. This was kind of weird and surreal—laughing in bed was a new experience to say the least—but I liked it.

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