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He’s groaning into my pussy now, lapping up my flowing arousal, and jerking off.

I can’t hold off.

My knees pull up, my mouth falling open as I stare up at the stars and feel my orgasm race through me, like a wave rushing up the sand. Pure pleasure the likes I’ve never had before. And maybe that’s true, because I have never come like this before, from someone else’s mouth and hands and breath and tongue. Never, ever because of someone groaning into my cunt as they jerked themselves off.

It’s not the kind of secret I should have with Russell Armstrong.

It’s too dangerous to know how perfect this man is on his knees, between my thighs. I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve this.

But as he chuckles with dark satisfaction, swallowing the last pulses of my release, I can’t regret knowing how good I can feel under the night sky.

He pushes up, climbing on top of me, and I don’t know if his plan is to jerk off on my belly or kiss me—oh, how I want his kiss—but I don’t get to find out, because at the same moment, we hear tires on the gravel.

CHAPTER 24

RUSS

“Shit,” Max mutters, hauling himself off the bed. “Shannon, come on.”

I roll off her and lunge for the towel, tossing that her way as she scrambles to her feet, completely naked. She races into the dark house, following Max.

Chest heaving, cock aching, I search quickly for the two pieces of her bikini. I get my dick back in my shorts and her swimsuit shoved in my pocket just as the lights flick on inside.

“We’re back!” Emery calls out, high on life.

Through the open door, and the pounding in my ears, I listen to her herd drunk hockey players into the kitchen, offering everyone electrolyte drinks and late night snacks.

I scrub my face, breathing in the scent of Shannon on my fingers. She’s all over me. My beard and my hand, and I can’t wash her off. Not yet.

I also can’t sleep next to Emery like this.

Acting on instinct, I go down the path to the garage. Since Kieran and Ty have left, the suite above the gym is empty. Climbing the stairs, I let myself in. Without turning on the lights, I text Emery that I’m crashing on the couch here, and lock the door behind me.

Then I lean against it and close my eyes.

Fuck.

I can still feel Shannon’s thigh twitch beneath my grip. Her fingers tightening in my hair, dragging me against her soft, hot pussy.

She got so fucking wet for me.

So responsive.

It took her a while to get there, but God damn it, what a glorious ride. I wish we’d had longer. I sink into the way her sounds made me feel. Sluggish, raw, primal.

I’m still hard.

Her sweet musky scent surrounds me.

I can fucking feel her fingers desperately reaching for me as I lifted her off her husband and stole her for myself there at the end.

She liked stroking me. Liked the way I bossed her around, grabbing her wrist and putting it behind her back.

I thunk my head back against the door, groaning out loud as a whole-body shudder rocks through me as I viscerally re-live the way she tensed for me, a confusing mix of desperate need and uncertain worry. That shouldn’t be fucking hot, but it is, because I soothed all of that for her.

Jesus, that’s twisted.

The whole thing is fucking twisted.

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