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Sidney clears his throat. “I saw my doctor this week.”

“Oh, is everything okay?” Sidney is in great shape. Even when I’m on top, I don’t have to do much work.

“Yeah.” He nods and does some more finger tapping. “I got a few blue pills, though.”

“Blue pills?” All I can think of is The Matrix, or Alice in Wonderland.

“For longevity.” His eyes dart down.

Mine follow. He’s tenting the front of his khaki shorts impressively. “But you don’t have problems with longevity.”

“No. We rarely have time for more than two rounds, and I wanted to make sure I could perform should we decide we need to spend most of the weekend with my cock inside you.”

Everything below the waist clenches and my nipples tighten. “Oh God, so few holes, so many hours to fill them all.”

His grip on the steering wheel tightens and the vinyl squeaks under his palms. “How much longer until we get there?”

“Forty-five minutes.”

He rolls his neck on his shoulders. “I might have to risk a speeding ticket so we can get started sooner.”

I cross and uncross my legs. “I don’t think I allowed myself to consider too closely what forty-eight uninterrupted hours would look like with you.”

“We can spend as much or as little time naked as you want. I just felt it was important to be able to take care of all your needs whenever you wanted, however you wanted.”

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

RISE TO THE OCCASION

Sidney

Skye makes a good point about it taking longer to get to our destination if we get pulled over by the cop, so instead of driving like we’re in the Indy 500, I go a respectable eight miles an hour over the speed limit and get us to the secluded cabin in the woods in thirty-seven minutes instead of forty-five.

I’ve been dealing with a half hard-on the entire drive, so the second the vehicle is in park, I wrench the door open. “Leave everything. We’ll deal with it after I’ve fucked at least two orgasms out of you.”

Skye scrambles to get her seatbelt undone and nearly falls out of the truck in her haste. I’m glad we’re on the same page.

It takes me three tries to punch in the lock code, in part because Skye’s already working on my belt and her fingers keep grazing my hypersensitive erection. It’s tough to focus, but I finally get the combination right and we stumble across the threshold, lips already fused.

“A whole forty-eight hours with no interruptions,” Skye pants against my lips.

Her hands are everywhere. One dips down to tackle the button on my shorts, the other slides into the hair at my nape.

“I’ve been concocting endless fantasies about all the ways I want to have you.” I find the zipper on her sundress and pull it down.

She pushes the straps over her shoulders, exposing a devastatingly sexy pink lace bra. I kiss and nibble a path from her throat, down to the valley of her lush, ample breasts. “God, I wanna fuck these glorious tits later.”

“First you have to pound my pussy until she weeps.”

I bite the swell on a groan. “I love your filthy, naughty mouth.”

“Good, because it’s only going to get naughtier the more hours we spend naked. Unless I’m choking on your cock or gargling your balls.” She shoves her hand down the front of my shorts and wraps her warm, soft fingers around my length.

I’m rock solid and ready to fuck.

“Knock, knock! It’s your friendly neighbor popping by!” A female voice singsongs from the other side of the door. It’s followed by a beat being rapped on the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groan.

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