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“I’m coming.” My body stiffens as I wait for it to take over. The implosion happens in euphoric waves of delight, ebbing and flowing through my entire body before I feel moisture trickle down my thighs.

My muscles clench around his cock, and his breathing elevates. His thrusts quicken, becoming more urgent. That sexy mouth bites into my shoulder, his fingers tightening around mine. He pumps faster and faster, harder and deeper. A strained groan rumbles in his throat before he collapses on top of me. Breathless and limp, we just stay there until we can feel our legs again. He shifts a little, off me and onto the counter. His face is a few inches from mine as he gently brushes the damp hair off my forehead.

“Hi, beautiful.”

“Hi.” I smile. In fact, I’m probably beaming. Slowly, he straightens, and I lift off the counter, turning to face him. “Well, at least we got the sexual tension out of the way.”

An odd grin splits his face, and he traces his thumb over my mouth. “Cat, you make it sound like this is over, and you’re about to high-tail it outta here. I didn’t even spend any quality time with my two porn stars.” He cups my breasts and nips my lower lip with his teeth. “You can forget about leaving. I’m not done with you...not even close.”

His arms slip around me to pull me closer, and I can already feel his cock starting to stir again. Praise should be given for this man’s recovery time. He’ll be ready to go again in another minute or so, and that naughty look in his eyes tells me that he’s going to go hard. I take a deep breath and release it slowly as I brace myself for what’s to come. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.

9. Scott

“Shit! What have I done?”

The panicked voice and rustling in my bedroom pull me out of my slumber. I’m not hungover, but I’m not ready to wake up yet either. My eyes squint, trying to adjust to the light as I look for the source of the noise.

“Where are my clothes?” She tosses pillows around the room, then drops to her knees to check under the bed. “Oh, my God! What did I do last night?”

I grumble, rolling from my stomach to my back, and sit up against the headboard. “I love the sound of regret in the morning,” I say tiredly.

I give her a playful smile, but she continues manically scrounging around my room. She looks adorable in the black shirt I wore last night, her hair all messy and wild. It would be a great sight to wake up to if she didn’t look so horrified.

“Where’s my underwear?”

“In the kitchen somewhere.” I attempt to rub the sleep from my eyes. “I ripped it, though. Don’t you remember?”

“What? No. How am I supposed to go home looking like this?”

“Relax. Your clothes are still here from when we went to the beach on Friday. You can wear that.”

That does nothing to settle her anxiety. “What’s my mother going to say?”

“Don’t worry. I texted her last night. I told her you were having way too much fun, and we didn’t want to wake them up, so you were gonna crash at my place and I’d bring you home later.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “When did you text her?”

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