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“Russsssssssss.”

“Yeah, say my name like that as you take this dick. Make that pussy talk to me. Give it to me,” he demanded hotly.

My body’s reaction to his commands caused him to groan loudly. “If it’s mine, give it to me, Nina. If it’s mine, come all over this dick for me.”

My orgasm was already at the brink, but hearing his words and feeling him struggling to hold back pushed me over the edge.

Incoherent words rolled off my tongue as he slammed himself into me repeatedly. I didn’t know how he knew my body so well, but he did. He strummed my clit with one hand and pinched my nipple with the other.

“Fuck,” he uttered, closing his eyes for a second. His voice was low and thick with want. “That’s it, Nina. Give it to me.”

And I did.

My eyes shut tight, and I climaxed hard. Clamping down around his dick, my entire body quaked from the sheer force of my pleasure.

He grunted, fucking me through my orgasm.

Just grunts and moans poured out of us as he continued taking care of my needs while succumbing to his own. Feeling him lose control pushed me over the edge again.

A silent scream left my mouth as my toes curled and my back arched violently. I had no control over my pulsating body. The intensity of my orgasm incited his as he bucked against me, cursing under his breath. He stiffened and shuddered as he came just as hard as I did.

My heart was pounding in my chest and both of us panted, completely devoid of energy and juices. He collapsed beside me in bed and after a couple of minutes, our breathing had slowed. He reached over and squeezed my breasts. Then his fingers danced across me, making circles around my belly. After tracing his way over every roll and crevice of my body, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, my back to his front.

“It’s getting to the point where I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered.

“That’s interesting because I find myself thinking about you a ridiculous amount as well,” I murmured.

We were both quiet until he spoke again. “I don’t just mean the sex.”

Swallowing hard, I scooted my ass back into him. “Me either.”

He kissed the back of my neck.

That exchange blanketed us in the quiet stillness of the night. His fingertips caressed my skin, writing a message in cursive I couldn’t decipher. His lips moved with silent words across my flesh that I couldn’t hear. And in response, I pushed the intrusive thoughts out of my mind.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest.

Post-sex thoughts and feelings couldn’t be trusted when dealing with the likes of Russ. His touch, his tongue, and his dick were hypnotizing, and I was under his spell. I felt things I’d never felt with anyone before, and it was thrilling and scary all at the same time.

His lips trailed kisses along my shoulder. “You sure you can’t stay the night?”

“I mean, you made a really convincing argument as to why I should stay,” I murmured.

“Is there anything I can do to make you to stay?”

Smiling into the pillow, I closed my eyes. “Russ…”

He kissed my neck, nuzzling his nose into my skin. “It was just a question.”

Sucking my earlobe, he held me tighter.

“I’m not staying the night,” I told him, even though I didn’t make any attempt to get out of the bed. “I’m getting up in a few minutes.”

4

“Well, well, well!” Charlotte Webb yelled out as soon as I rushed into her boutique on Tuesday morning.

“So sorry,” I apologized as I locked the door behind me.

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