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I got rid of the condom and washed my hands in record time, then returned to the room where Connor was just like I’d found him before: lying back, naked, stroking his hard dick. Only now he was flushed and sweaty, and oh my God, that man needed to comeright now.

I climbed back on the bed and settled between his thighs again.

“Oh,fuck,” he groaned as I pushed two fingers into him.

“That good?”

“Yes. Oh my God. I’ve never… No one’s ever…”

“You’ve never been fingered before?”

“Not while I was getting jacked off, no.”

I licked my lips. “What about while you were getting blown?”

A harsh breath rushed out of his parted lips, and he whispered, “Never.”

“Well. High time we fix that, huh?”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I nudged his hand out of the way and went down on him. I licked and teased him for all I was worth, still finger-fucking him as he egged me on with whimpers and curses.

“Keep doing that,” he begged. “Keep—all of it. God, that’s so perfect. Oh my fucking—yeah, that’s so good.” He writhed and arched, fucking himself on my fingers while I sucked him off in earnest. I’d always loved giving head, but with Connor it was turned up to an eleven. I couldn’t get enough, and I wanted his orgasm like I’d wanted my own.

His cock thickened between my lips, and his words turned into slurs and moans, and then he growled, “Fuck. Fuck! Oh yeah, I’m—I’m coming.”

And a second later, his cum shot across my tongue, and I reveled in his helpless cries as I kept him going until he shuddered and sank back to the bed in a shaking, cursing heap.

I slipped my fingers free and lifted myself up on my arms, and I’d barely moved over the top of him before he hauled me down into his trembling arms. For a moment, we just lay there, shaking all over and breathing hard.

Then he kissed me softly. “Really… Really glad we bumped into each other in that club.”

I grinned. “What were the odds?”

As I sank into another kiss… yeah. I was seriously glad we’d “bumped into each other” in that club.

And even more blown away that it had been his idea.

Since when does anyone want me this much?

CHAPTER19

CONNOR

The relief of being in bed with Alex, wrung out and satisfied as we lazily kissed, was even more profound than it had been the first time. I’d wondered more than once if I was just remembering the sex being a lot hotter than it actually was, but no, round two absolutely lived up to my memory.

And… he washere. When I’d thrown out that reckless suggestion about running into each other at Paraíso, I didn’t think I’d actually expected it to happen. Or for this to happen. Or for us to still be here, tangled up in a languid kiss after we’d shared a brief shower. With our hard-ons taken care of and now that we’d caught our breath, one of us should’ve come to our senses by now, but… no. Alex knew as well as I did that we shouldn’t be here, and yet he was still holding me close and exploring my mouth like he had every intention of staying.

Eventually, we came up for air. Trailing a fingertip along my jaw, he said, “So much for a one-time thing, I guess.”

I laughed as I slid my palm up his chest. “Yeah. I guess we kinda blew that one.”

“You could say that.” He brushed his lips across mine again, but when he drew back this time, he’d sobered a little. “I, um… I won’t lie—I wish we could do this again. But the risk…” He shook his head.

My heart sank. Though I knew he was right, I wanted to argue anyway. There were plenty of men in that club who probably could’ve rocked my world tonight, but I didn’t believe for a second that any of them would’ve left me as blissed out and satisfied as Alex had. That, and beyond the sex, I liked him. We barely knew each other, but what little time we’d spent together made me want more, and I didn’t just mean between the sheets. I could even be happy just being friends with him; sure, I’d still be painfully attracted to him, but having him as a friend beat not having him at all.

Except the Navy forbade us from being friends, too, so fuck it—we might as well break the rule instead of bending it.

“Wecando this going forward,” I said.

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