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I suck harder, faster, fingering her until a tiny squeal fills the air, and her silky lips are pulsing against my own. She comes all over my face, and it still isn’t enough for me.

“My legs are weak,” she says in a breathy voice. I’m instantly on my feet, lifting her into my arms. Her own arms fly over my shoulders once more, and she presses her cool mouth against mine. “I like the way I taste on you.” She moans into my mouth.

I growl, set her on the sofa, and pull my shirt over my head. Avery fumbles with my jeans, and I help her pull them off, along with my boxer briefs. My cock springs to life, rock hard and glistening with pre-come. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. Except for one thing…

“Shit.” I reach for my jeans.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t bring…well, I didn’t expect…”

“I have an IUD.” Her mouth barely moves when she says it. “And I’m clean and tested.”

“Same.” I tilt my head. “Well, about being clean and tested. I don’t have an IUD, sorry.”

“Cheeky bastard.” Avery smiles and takes me in her hand. I groan as she strokes me, taking extra care as she slides me down her soft, silky throat.

“God, you’re good at that.” So good.Toogood. I gently pull myself away from her, creating a cushion of space between us.

“What’s wrong?” Her hand flies to her rubbed-red mouth.

“I don’t want to come like this, and fuck, princess, I’m about to come really hard.” I work to regain my composure, but with Avery splayed out before me, soft and naked, it’s damn near impossible.

Sports. I’ll think about sports.

“Well, I’ve already come once.” Avery slithers off the sofa and presses her smooth body up against mine, kissing me gently. I can’t get enough of her. She has the softest skin I’ve ever felt. “And that doesn’t seem fair.” Her lips brush mine as she speaks. It’s adorable how she has to stand on the tips of her toes to kiss me.

“I don’t mind,” I say. “I love making you come.”

“Can’t say I mind either, Ethan.” Just hearing her say my name turns me on. “But I want this to be fun for both of us.”

“It is.” I pull back. “Are you not having fun?”

She kisses the space between my pecs and moves down my stomach before I stop her, causing her to let out one of her mischievous little laughs. “Of course I am. But I want more.” She lays down on the sofa, on her back, and spreads her legs wide for me.

That’s all it takes. I crawl on top of her and press my hardness against her. She’s so wet; it only takes a second before I’m buried deep inside her. Avery gently rakes her fingernails against my back as we find our rhythm. Nothing in the world has ever felt this good and, oddly enough, this comfortable.

“Come in me.” She whispers in my ear, and as much as I try to hold it back, to elongate this first round with her, I’m a goner. I come harder than I ever have in my life as Avery’s lips attack my neck. I’m dizzy by the time we’re through.

She pulls me close, and I allow myself a short rest, collapsing on top of her. “I need a minute,” I say, breathless.

“A minute for what?”

I prop myself up on my elbow, then press my lips against hers. “A minute to get my strength back so I can fuck you again.”

ChapterEight

Avery

It takesme a while to remember where the hell I am when I wake up. Sunlight blares through the open window, and though I didn’t drink a drop last night, I’m hungover. The night comes back to me in a series of flashes, ending with me straddling Ethan, his length so deep inside f me it felt like a religious experience.

I gasp and sit up, then peer over and make sure Ethan is still sleeping, but he isn’t there. He must be an early riser. Still naked under the covers, I slide out of bed and slip on a pair of panties, a t-shirt, and sweatpants. My heart races in my chest. I’m not usually one to sleep over after a fling—or whatever this is. I’m not sure how to act.

I sneak down the stairs to the comforting smell of coffee. Immediately I relax. As I coast into the kitchen, my mood shifts as soon as I see Ethan’s body language, stiff posture and his back to me. Clearly, there’s something up.

“Morning.” I attempt to sound cheerful, hoping it’s just my own paranoid thoughts painting a mood onto him.

“Morning.” He doesn’t turn around. Something is definitely wrong.

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