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Holy fuck.

The orgasm I’d already had made me more ready, more desirous of his cock. And like all those times in the past, it didn’t disappoint.

Soon Sean was fully sheathed in me, my sitting position offering him the perfect angle to drill me like I wanted. He pulled his hips back and entered me again, and again, and again. Sean’s eyes were narrowed into sexy little slits, and a few strands of hair draped over his forehead. My tits jiggled with each thrust, one of them coming very close straight-up popping out of my dress. Not that I would’ve had any problem with that.

I held onto him and he onto me, each plunge of his dick into my cunt bringing me to the second orgasm I craved, one I knew would be even more earth-shattering than the first.

And when it finally broke through me, I was right. I moaned and shrieked as I came, my nails digging so hard into Sean’s shoulders that I worried I might tear through his very nice-looking shirt.

My pussy gripped him as I came, and the added pressure must’ve been the thing to push Sean over the edge. With a grunt, he came hard inside me, unloading his cum and pumping himself into me. Soon we were done, his cock still in me, the wet warmth of his load dripping down my thigh.

We both smiled and laughed like we were high on some strange new drug.

And there was nothing else to be said. We dressed and kissed one last time before heading back to the packed dance floor with smiles on our faces knowing we had our little secret.

Chapter Twenty-Two

SEAN

Days later I still couldn’t stop thinking about her.

I’d told myself I’d keep my distance. Not because I didn’t like her—I totally fucking did—but because things were getting really complicated, really fast. And I had no one to blame for that but myself. We’d had a nice, simple arrangement of keeping this all in a kind of casual status for a period of time, at least until after the wedding.

But you know what they say: man plans, the universe laughs. At least I think that’s how it goes.

Every time we had sex—hell, every time we were near one another—I felt closer to Shania, like there was something building between us that I had no control over.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, I had to go and make things more complicated by offering to support her spa. Sure, I knew I’d made the right call, and I knew in my gut that she had what it’d take to really kick some serious ass in the business world. But it’d only made things more complicated between us.

Complications were the last thing I needed. The wedding was getting closer by the day, and I was already at the point where I couldn’t even think of her without my heart going crazy in my chest and my cock threatening to rip through my jeans.

So there I was in my house, trying to decide whether or not to rub one out to the memory of our insanely hot fuck in the club stairwell. It seemed like every time I closed my eyes I’d be, like before, imagining how she looked with my cock buried inside her, her eyes closed tight in passion. And now I had the taste of her pussy to add to it all.

“OK,” I said out loud. “One jerk-off and that’s it. You have weddings to plan and music to write and way too much going on to be thinking about stuff like this.”

But I knew “stuff like this” was all I cared to have on my mind. Shania was quickly becoming the only subject I could think about.

Before I managed to take even a single step toward the bedroom, my phone rang on my kitchen counter. From where I stood I could see who it was—the woman I’d been thinking about nonstop.

“Hey!” I asked. “What’s up?”

“What…what are you up to right now?”

I could tell right away by the sound of her voice that something was up, something that she was having a hard time with.

“Nothing.” All thoughts of the, erm, activities I’d had planned vanished, replaced with concern. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I mean, something. Something that could really use your ‘nachos and chill’ treatment.”

I allowed myself a smile, her words making it clear that it at least likely wasn’t anything life and death. “You got it. How about I grab the goods and swing by your place?”

“Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”

“OK. Leaving now, and I’ll text you when I’ve secured the package.”

She laughed softly. “OK. And…thanks.”

We hung up, and I didn’t waste any time getting a move on. I called Sambrosa on the way over, putting in the order so it was ready to be picked up. Before too long I had it, the smell of carnitas and cilantro filling the interior of my sports car. After a ten-minute-warning text, I was soon in front of Shania’s modest apartment complex. I let her know I was there, and soon she was out and heading to the car.

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