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“I changed my mind. Sex is back on the menu.”

There’s a brief pause while my words register. Her eyes widen before narrowing into molten pools of lust. That heat engulfs me until sweat prickles my nape. It’s suddenly difficult to take a full breath.

“Gonna let me in, beauty?”

Cassidy licks her bottom lip, trapping the pouty flesh between her teeth. I groan and slap a palm against the siding for moral support. This woman is trying to drain every drop of blood from my brain to make my dick even bigger. Before I can beg, she pushes the screen open to grant me entry.

The dogs barrel past me as I step into the foyer. Cassidy shuffles to the side to give me space that I don’t want. Our gazes collide while anticipation crackles in the air.

We sever the distance in a simultaneous rush. I lunge at her while she leaps into my arms. Lips and teeth smash in a sloppy union while I cinch her legs around me. My palms roam under the hem of her shirt to discover naked skin. Only a tiny scrap of lace conceals her pussy. I snap the elastic at her waist and she bucks against me.

Something crashes to the floor but I don’t pull away to assess the damage. Not while Cassidy is wrapped around me like a Christmas bow. I’m about to give her the package that keeps on giving. As if listening to my plans, she grinds into me again. The motion strokes along my cock. I stumble in desperation, blindly searching for the nearest surface to get balls-deep.

She rips her mouth off mine. “This doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to your terms.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m serious.”

“Me too.”

Additional protests fizzle on her tongue as I kiss her again. I tug on her bottom lip, smoothing the sting with a gentle lick.Heat streaks up my spine in a demand I can’t ignore. This frantic urgency locks me in place even when my feet shuffle restlessly.

Cassidy loops one arm around my shoulders and uses the other to stab in an unseen direction. Her body shifts in my hold, tilting backward to gain momentum. I try to follow her guidance but trip on the rug. After a thorough sweep of her mouth, I force myself to regain composure. Just an ounce. To get where we’re going.

A downward glance snags on a familiar logo I didn’t notice before. “Are you wearing a Mustangs shirt?”

Cassidy huffs, sending red curls flying. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” I chuckle. “Bedroom?”

She tries to nudge me along again. “Upstairs.”

Which requires a steep climb. “Here works.”

She gasps as I push her up against the wall. My spread thighs support hers while I rip off her panties. Message received, she fumbles with my jeans. Her haste to free my cock from the restrictive confines aligns with the thunder in my pulse. A collective sigh of victory exhales from us and I steady our position for maximum impact.

Her hand seeks to stroke me but my patience for foreplay has left the building. I slide my length through her slippery arousal. She moans as I lube myself and bump her clit in the process.

My tip is notched at her entrance when a vital detail occurs to me. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

“I have an implant. Why?” Cassidy’s heavy-lidded gaze searches mine, and then she stills. “Oh, shit. We need a condom. I can’t believe I forgot.”

A powerful surge of devotion rises in my chest. “I don’t want anything between us.”

“Is that safe?”

My nose drifts along hers. “I’ve never gone without. You’ll be the only one to ever ride me bareback.”

“Unprotected sex is risky. Not that condoms are indestructible,” she mumbles absently. “The number of past partners—”

A kiss quiets that unpleasant statement. “I don’t want to talk about anybody but us right now. In this moment. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” She seems startled by the blurted response.

I smile against her lips. “That’s just what I wanted to hear, beauty. Are you ready for me?”

Her expression is dazed. “I think so?”

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