Page 55 of Some Like It Fox

I give her a second to adjust to the sensations, my fingers delving into her hair, tugging the hair tie off. Then I wrap a long, silky strand around my wrist.

I move, pulling out slowly, and then thrusting back in.

She gasps.

This could never be casual.

A sliver of panic worms its way into my heart, piercing my chest.

She’s still leaving. She won’t stay.

I can’t keep her.

Banishing thoughts of the future in favor of this much more enjoyable moment, I lower my head to press my lips to hers.

I will enjoy her while I can.

I will savor every moment, every touch. The way her hands grip my back, trailing down to clutch my ass and urge me on, the way her breasts rub against my chest as I thrust into her body.

I angle my hips so I can grind against her clit with each forward plunge.

My spine tingles. It’s too much. Too good. I have to hold off until she comes, and from the wetness and fluttering of her muscles around my shaft, she’s getting there sooner rather than later.

Please be sooner.

A minute of ecstasy later, I can’t hold back any longer.

No mind tricks can stop my body from exploding with pleasure. My orgasm builds and erupts and I cry out.

As soon as I pulse inside her, she follows me over the edge, her inner muscles contracting around me.

When the shudders subside, I roll and tug Taylor with me, draping her boneless, limp form across my chest.

I press a kiss to her sweaty brow and try to calm my racing body, try to figure out how my world has suddenly splintered and reformed around the Taylor-size shape in my heart.

Her legs tangle with mine, her fingers tracing small, ticklish circles on my skin.

One of my hands toys with the silky dark strands of her hair.

The sun angles into the room, through the blinds, casting golden lines over the curves of Taylor’s body.

My mind is hazy. Is there something else we’re supposed to be doing?

It’s hard to think too much, to care about anything other than Taylor’s soft warmth pressed into my side.

I only know one thing for certain. This is more than sex. More than just getting it out of our systems. She’s like a comet striking the surface of the earth and just as life altering.

Minutes pass and then she lifts up, propping her chin on her hands to look into my face.

I’m still playing with her hair, relishing the fact that I get to. “Hey.”

Her responding grin is blinding. I can’t breathe for a full three seconds.

“That was incredible.” Her gaze drops, dark lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. “Do you think—I mean, I know we said it was a one-time thing. Just to get it out of our systems, but what if we extended that whole one-time thing a smidge?”

Hell yes. Extend it to infinity.

But I can’t say that. If I tell her how the thought of letting her go shreds me up, she’ll leave a Taylor-shaped ring of smoke in her rush to escape.

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