Page 60 of Dear Pink

“Yeah. It’s been a few days, and the race is around the corner. I need to get in at least twenty-five miles.”

“So, no sleepover at your place?” He places kisses along my collarbone. I want to rip his clothes off in this playground, public indecency be damned.

“How fast can we drive home?” I sigh into his ear.

“I’m on my bike.”

“I’m an expert at throwing bulky items in my backseat.” I tease, hoping he’ll say yes.

“Haven’t bought a bike rack yet?” He kisses behind my ear.

“Uh-uh.” I lean into his touch, sighing. “Wait. Stop.”

“Stop?” he asks.

“I mean . . . race you.” He moves before I do. Giggling, we run all the way to my car.

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In a matter of minutes, we are in my living room. I begin shucking my jeans, but he inches away.

“Everything okay?” I ask, worried he changed his mind. Oh, god, did I put on an ugly bra? I glance at my favorite shirt and detect the thin red strap of my new lace lingerie. Thank the sex goddesses.

“I want this to last all night, Hannah. After seeing you sing, my mouth craves every part of you. If we lose our clothes before we get into the bedroom, I won’t have time to make you beg for it.”

I need this man naked and in my bed immediately. I slip my top over my head and saunter to the bedroom.

He whispers, “So hot,” as he follows me.

I yank off my bra and throw the flimsy fabric at him. He tugs me into his chest and lifts my body into his arms, running us both down the hall.

I scream.

He smirks and throws me on the bed. “So much for going slow.”

He removes his shirt and pauses, catching my eye as I climb over to unbutton his jeans. I slide them off and notice he’s gone commando tonight. I take him in my hands and stroke him, loving the ecstasy on his face. He bends, taking my breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipples on the spot I love most, and he knows it. He knows me.

I moan, and he lowers us both onto the mattress, hovering above me. He trails his lips over my body. I lay stunned, soaking in his caresses and wet mouth. He uses his fingers to please me until I beg for him.

“Now, Gabe, now.”

He kneels in front of me, checking me over. “You’re lovely, Pink.”

“Not so bad yourself, Mr. Fancy.”

I watch him roll on a condom, and I lick my lips. He enters me, and I feel each thick inch. The pleasure is a relief. We quickly pick a rhythm, saying dirty words one would never say in a public park.

“I want you. Oh, yes . . . oh, Gabe,” I gasp.

He moves more forcefully. “Oh god, Pink, you drive me crazy.”

We come together.

Afterward, he surveys my body, kissing my ribs, my chest, and my nipples. He rolls off the bed for a minute, and I take in his fine ass. He’s tight in all the right places. He throws away the condom and resumes his position over me. “I love being inside you.”

The declaration is so intimate I blush. He didn’t say he loves me, but the expression feels close. “Encore?” I ask, watching his cock get hard.

He takes my breast in his mouth. “I plan to watch you come a few times tonight.”

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