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But a needle-thin part of my mind stayed apart, wondering how long this sweet dream could possibly last.

Chapter Fourteen

Duncan

I was disoriented when I woke. I’d trained myself to wake at a quarter to five a.m., used to having my eyes open while the sky was still dark, my mind clear and sharp, already generating a streamlined plan of attack for the day’s work.

But the sky wasn’t dark. The room was flooded with light. And my mind was soft, floating, full of an intense, glowing sensation of well-being. The flower-like scent of silky dark ringlets tickled my nose, and the startled rush jolted me fully awake.

Nell. In my apartment, in my bed, in my arms. I still couldn’t get over how soft she was. Her skin beneath my hands was as fine as a baby’s. She slept with her back to me, her round, perfect ass pressed against my hips. And predictably, my body reacted.

The urge to roll her onto her belly and slide into the hot grip of her luscious body took all my mental strength to resist. Too dangerous. I had no idea how she’d feel about being here with me when she woke up.

Better that she didn’t wake up with my cock already inside her.

So I nuzzled her neck, and memorized the graceful angle of bones and tendons under her soft skin, that little brown mole on her neck, the way the grain of her hair swirled in wild vortices at her nape. The responsive skin there, perfumed and decorated with fine downy hair. The gold chain of her pendant.

I scooted back, just enough to let her roll onto her back, so I could admire her tits. World-class—luscious, plump, and perfect—the way they swelled out, the tight brown nipples. The glittering pendant lay on her collarbone, catching the light.

My self-control snapped. I cupped her breasts in my hands, pressing my face into that perfect, silken softness, and something inside me gave way, like a landslide.

I went at her, licking and sucking ravenously, and she woke with a gasp, stiffening beneath me. The startled sounds she made soon turned into a whimper of pleasure. Her arms wrapped around my neck, offering herself.

I rolled over, settling between her legs, and she opened them, arching and wrapping her thighs around mine in mute invitation.

I grabbed my rigid cock, petting the slick, tight silken folds of her perfect little pussy until I found the right spot, the right angle, and slowly pushed my cock inside her.

The slow, excruciatingly naked slide into her slick warmth was going to kill me. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped. So much for eloquence. Poetry.

Her half-lidded eyes popped open as we both remembered latex at the same time. But it was too fucking good to stop. I rocked, sliding deeper. So tight, so wet, so impossibly hot. Like she was clutching me, sucking me, licking me with her pussy.

I struggled to speak. “I won’t come inside you,” I promised.

“But I … we haven’t even discussed?—”

“I’m safe,” I told her. “I’ve tested negative for everything in my last physical. Swear it. And I never do it without protection. I won’t come inside you, I swear. It just feels so good with you. You drive me out of my fucking mind.”

She laughed, a wispy, breathless sound. “Um. Same here.” She wiggled beneath me, her eyes dazed. “I’m safe too, disease-wise,” she said slowly. “And, um … I’m on the pill. I use it to keep my cycle regular. So, that’s not an issue. So, ah …”

I slid deeper, letting her take all of me, silently jubilant. “So? So what?”

She lifted her hips. “So give it to me.”

And we were off at a wild, hard gallop. My body had its own agenda. The scalding heat of her—the raw immediacy of naked skin to skin—was like nothing I’d ever known or imagined. It opened up parts of me I hadn’t known were there.

It was Nell. She was magic. She was poetry. She was music. She was red-hot, honeyed, writhing perfection beneath me, around me.

I lifted myself up to see it all—the base of my cock gleaming with her slickness, her tender pink pussy stretched around my shaft, hugging and caressing as I plunged and surged. Her soft, shapely thighs open for me, the lush curves of her body, her tits bouncing with each hard thrust.

The look in her eyes made something break open in my chest, but I didn’t have time to be afraid of it because my body was charging forward, desperately chasing the beacon of her impending orgasm. Like I’d die if I didn’t overtake it and make it my own.

She tightened, trembling, and I cried out, as pleasure obliterated me.

Panting, still reeling, I collapsed beside her, pressing my face into her neck, feeling the golden chain of her necklace against my lips.

After a few minutes, she pulled away and slid off the bed, mumbling something about a shower.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” I called after her before the bathroom door clicked shut.

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