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He let out a frustrated grunt and fished a wrapper out from his nightstand. “I’ve always worn protection in the past, so I know I’m clean. I’ll do this for you today, but tomorrow I’m sending you my clean bill of health and you’d better not deprive me again.” He rolled the latex over his shaft and lay back.

I chuckled at how cute he looked when he was annoyed and pressed a kiss over his heart. Grasping the base with my hand, I carefully inched down his length. I was more than wet enough from the combination of his saliva and my own arousal, but his size was too big to slide in easily.

“Rock your hips,” he urged.

I swiveled myself on him which helped to loosen up my tense muscles. He slipped in easier the rest of the way until my ass slapped against skin. We both groaned in unison—me from the fullness and him from the tightness.

I made sure not to touch his torso, so I didn’t injure him any further. I braced my hands on the mattress on either side of his chest and lifted off with my knees, then dropped down again. I quickly found the right rhythm as my walls relaxed even more for him. His hands moved to my tits, palming them as I rode him.

I couldn’t help the moans that vibrated through my throat, though. I was still mildly aware of the open door. Surely, Miss Slutty Maid had heard us by now. That only urged me to voice my satisfaction louder.I hope the bitch hears this too.“Oh God, Jai!” I cried.

“Claire, baby. You feel so fucking good.” His hands slid down to my hips, moving me faster on him, slamming me down until his head hit my cervix.

“Oh God. Right there. Don’t stop,” I pled.

“Never. This pussy is mine.”

I couldn’t say anything else. My mind couldn’t think of any other words to say because it was too overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Say it, baby. Who does this pussy belong to?” he barked.

“You. It’s yours.” With that, he slammed me down one last time, shattering both of us into pieces as our orgasms erupted. Hot cum filled the condom as I collapsed off to the side, still hugging his cock between my lips, gasping for breath.

When I finally came down, I glanced back at him to make sure he was okay. “Does it hurt to breathe?”

He smiled. “I love how you worry about me.” He brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. “I’ve never felt better in my life.”

I smiled as I gave him a soft kiss on the back of his hand.

Sliding off of him, I helped him dispose of the condom. I closed the bedroom door before heading back to the bed, deciding that I had tortured Miss Slutty Maid enough.

Pulling back the sheets, I slipped onto the bed next to him. My body curled into his side, soaking in the warmth of afterglow.

His fingers stroked my arm back and forth, lulling me into a state of peace that I hadn’t felt in so long. It was one of those feelings that you didn’t realize you missed until you experienced it and then realized that you never wanted it to stop.

“I’ve never seen you smile like that.” His voice was gentle, just like his touch.

I laughed softly. “You barely know me.”

“I know you well enough to know that you probably don’t like smile like this often.” His finger tapped my lips.

The fact that he could read me so well should have unsettled me, but I couldn’t shake the bliss that hummed through me. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his fingertips tracing lines along the side of my breast. “It’s all the endorphins.”

“Do you smile like this when you dance?”

I opened my eyes, frowning as I tried to remember the last time I had smiled after dancing. “I guess I haven’t, not since my mother was alive.”

His lips pressed together in a thin line, tension spreading across his features. “Do you want me to find who did this to her? I know people who can help.”

I wanted so badly to say yes, but if he went searching for information about the past, he’d surely dig up more than he’d bargained for. I shook my head. Better to leave things alone. It was safer for both of us that way.

“What kind of people do you know who can do that?” Should I be worried that he had friends who could find murderers?

“I was in the tech world for years. We can find out anything if we look hard enough,” he said with a cocky grin.

I stared at him, anxiety sinking in. God, please don’t let him find out anything. I wanted this thing between us…whatever it was…to last just a little bit longer.

“What was she like? Your mother?” he asked.

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