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“Faster!”

“Darling, if I go much faster I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to?—”

“Please.”

I quicken my rhythm, sensitivity quickly reaching its peak.

Cum shoots out of me, and I bury my dick deep within her. Consciousness disappears, and I palm the table to keep myself balanced as shock waves ripple through me. Who knew an orgasm could rattle the body as strong as a fucking hurricane.

I exit her and swap positions with Match, tending to her breasts.

Lifesaver has the stethoscope back in his hands. “One sixty.”

“Do you want a third, sweetness?” asks Match. “Don’t worry if not.”

“Yes,” she says, reopening her legs to welcome him inside.

“Are you sure? You’re not feeling tired?”

“I feel—” She frowns, searching her brain for the right words. “Ready to come again.”

Fucking hell.

That twitches my cock, already ready for round two.

And I’ve only been outside of her for two fucking minutes.

Her breathing builds again as Match enters her, chest heaving. Gently, I graze my fingers over her nipples, flicking and pinching to elicit some more beautiful moans out of her red lips. Lifesaver concentrates on her clit.

A wave of gratitude fills my chest with goodness as I massage her breasts with my hands. Meeting Alice has been the pinnacle of my existence. Twenty-threehours, actually, is the amount of time I’ve known the woman—we met at precisely 9:14 PM.

Life has never felt so on my side.

9

ALICE

“No fucking way.”Tammy’s jaw has been open for several minutes now.

A Starbucks isn’t the ideal location to be discussing the details of yesterday. Me spread open wide on Lifesaver’s exam table was, I don’t think, how any of us planned to end the night.

My life since breaking up with Levi has been nothing but unexpected.

“And what’s even better,” I say, slurping a sip of iced latte (although all of the ice has melted). “I couldn’t give a fuck about Levi. I haven’t checked his socialsonce.He crossed my mind for a moment yesterday, but it was when Brander was slamming into me. I was thinking about how small Levi’s dick was in comparison.” A dribble of iced late escapes my mouth as I snort. Wiping it away, I go in for another sip.

Has the caffeine gone straight to my head, or is itthem?

Rachel sits forward, wrists flat on the table.

“Hey, Tammy?” I glance at her. “Did you do Rachel’s hair?”

“Yesterday,” she says.

“It looks beautiful.” And I mean it. Copper really brings out the gold in her eyes.

“You’re definitely in high spirits,” Rachel says.

Tammy raises a brow, a smirk crawling onto her face. “I suspect that has something to do with last night.” She pins her elbows to the table and leans in. “Which one was best?”

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