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What felt like a long time later, I fell back against the pillow. My bones had melted, and my muscles were wrung out. I wasn’t sure I would ever move again. He kissed his way up my body, finally nuzzling at my mouth. He claimed my lips and kissed me deeply.

“Do you taste how delicious you are?” he whispered.

His kiss and his words made my body hum again. He pulled away, and I sat up, chasing his heat. He pulled off his shirt, then his shorts and briefs. I stared at him the same way he’d stared at me minutes—or was it hours?—ago. I inspected every inch of his lean, muscled body, from his broad shoulders and chest to the flat planes of his belly to his narrow hips. And his dick, thick and hard and ready for me. I licked my lips, unsure of what I needed more, to taste him or to take him inside me.

He pulled me into his arms. “Now you can have anything you want. You mentioned a wall.”

“Lady’s choice?”

He grinned. “Always.”

“Then I think...” I slid off the desk. I pushed him into an office chair and straddled him.

He kissed me as he gripped my hips, holding me inches from sheathing him. “Do you want me to get a condom?”

“I’m on birth control,” I whispered. “And you know my history, and I know yours.”

I’d barely finished speaking when he arched up while pulling me down. He plunged into me. I threw my head back and whimpered. This was definitely the right choice, the thing I needed most. I moved, but he gripped me tighter.

“I need a sec.” His voice was tight. “You feel amazing. So...” He made small, gasping noises as he tried to compose himself.

I didn’t want him composed. I wanted him wild and reckless and falling apart like I was. I bucked. This time, he followed my lead, letting me ride him in long, slow strokes. He pressed his thumb against my clit, creating exquisite friction with each movement. I moved faster. He met my pace and clenched his jaw, trying so hard to stay in control.

I closed my eyes, wanting only to lose control. Pleasure tugged at me in my fingers, toes, and low belly. Jason wrapped an arm behind me and pulled me close and sucked one nipple while stroking the other, lighting me on fire again. Another explosion, this one so deep and uncontrollable, I couldn’t move. He held me and rocked into me as the pressure and release spiraled into every cell of my being. I rode wave after wave of pleasure while he anchored me with his body.

He tightened his grip, threw back his head, and groaned. He pulsed and spilled inside me while I floated back down to earth, onto his lap, and into his arms.

I collapsed against his chest and lay perfectly still until my breathing slowed. He traced his fingers down my spine and hips and back up again, otherwise not stirring. Neither of us seemed motivated to move ever again.

Finally, he spoke. “This time, can we agree this isn’t going to be just for one night?”

I sat up carefully, keeping him inside me, and looked down at him. “We can. But can we not try to name whatever this is? I don’t know if I’m ready... I don’t know what I’m ready for.”

“We’re already friends, so how about friends with benefits?”

I ran my fingers down his cheek and along the edge of his beard. “Does that work for you?”

“As long as I’m the only one, friend or otherwise, giving you benefits, I’m cool with it.”

“Then we’re in agreement.” I wrapped my hands in his thick hair and kissed him again.

He shifted under me and pulled my hips against his. He was already hard again, and I knew it was going to be a long, hot night.

CHAPTER 13

Jason

I wokeup around 7 a.m. the next day, despite making love with Tam until the wee hours of the morning. Probably because I was alone in my own bed when what I really wanted was to wake up with her in my arms. After dressing, I crept out of my room and stood in front of her door, which was right beside mine. It would be so easy to turn the knob, step inside, and crawl into her bed.

“Morning, Jensen!”

I grunted and whirled around. Kat, true to her name, silently padded up to me in the thickly carpeted hallway. “Morning, Kat.”

She glanced at the door behind me—Tam’s door—but didn’t ask. Instead, she pointed toward the stairs. “Are you headed for the kitchen?”

“Yes. I’m actually thinking about making breakfast for the team.” That was true, too. The thought was just secondary to the one about curling up next to Tam and coaxing her into a sleepy, sexy morning workout.

“So, you’re still cooking for your teammates,” she said as we walked together down the stairs. “I heard a rumor that Bond’s new love interest is a bit of an amateur chef himself.”

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