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And I do. I pull his orgasm from him until he's collapsing over me. He crushes his face against my cheek, breathing hot against me.

For a minute, there is absolute peace.

I lie there, blanketed by him, filled with him. We inhale and exhale in unison. An aftershock rocks me, and he twitches, shooting another hot spurt inside me.

The noisy, worried part of my brain is silent, the hole in my heart sealed over for at least a moment. The sexual need that's plagued me all night and into the morning is finally satisfied.

I've just never felt sogoodbefore.

I hum in pleasure. He chuckles and kisses my cheek.

Just like that, the spell is broken, but the warm haze of carnal satisfaction remains. He eases out of me and—ugh. I haven't gone bareback in ages, and even then it was just once or twice with a committed partner. I'vedefinitelynever done it with someone I met less than a day ago. The regret should probably be setting in now, along with the reminder of how messy this is, but I still feel fine. Happy, even, with my decision.

I hum with appreciation when he somehow magics up a couple of napkins. Gently, tenderly, he helps clean me up. He tucks himself away and refastens his pants and belt. All I have to do is pull mine back up, and then we're decent again.

Sort of.

His coppery hair is a mess, and mine is probably worse. I touch my throat where I think he bit me at some point in the midst of fucking me hard, and he winces.

"Sorry, I kind of left a mark."

That should probably bother me, too, but it doesn't. "Good."

Then we're standing there, staring at each other, fully dressed fresh after a random, impulsive fuck.

He cracks first. A smile breaks over his face, and I can't help but return it. I giggle, high and giddy.

"Gotta say, that is not what I expected from my morning," he admits.

"Me, neither."

"I'm really, really glad it happened, though."

"Yeah?"

He looks at me like I'm an idiot. "You're gorgeous, Haley. I've been dying to get my hands on you since the minute you walked in the door."

"Oh."

"Silly girl," he mutters, and then he's pulling me in.

And I don't want to make it sound like my other partners were assholes, or anything. But I don't know if I've ever been given a bearhug post-sex before. It feels good. Friendly and warm, and any fears I might have had about awkwardness between us are gone. I relax into his arms, and I feel so comfortable and at peace, it's hard to believe.

Except then my stomach growls.

He chuckles and releases me. "Come on. A workout like that calls for second breakfast."

"I like the way you think."

He takes my hand and leads me back to the kitchen, and it's idyllic. Perfect.

Until the minute we round the corner.

And find all four of the other guys sitting there. Their eyes all turn to us. And suddenly, I'm left with no doubt.

Yeah. They know what we just did.

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