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Pressure builds, flowing into my limbs in pulses, all centered where our bodies join.

I catch a glimpse of him driving into me as our skin slaps in a growing fervor, like waves pounding on the beach of a violent storm.

I can’t fight it down any more, but tilt my throat to the sky as the first savage explosions rip through me. Every muscle in my body contracts and releases in a chaotic frenzy.

His hips spasm to ram into me, then he digs his fingers into my waist, locking us together as we crash together over the edge of ecstasy.

Rhythmic pulses of pleasure ripple through me, tapering into trembling aftershocks that we cling together through.

It takes a moment of heavy panting before we catch our breath.

“That was the most…intense thing I’ve ever felt.” I keep my leg looped over his as he shifts to the side.

Only after he stops moving does the dull ache start.

He brushes a stray lock of hair from my cheek, then lets his softening cock slip out. His lips brush my temple before he rolls off the bed.

I still feel like I’m floating, but manage to turn enough to watch his bare ass disappear into the bathroom.

When he comes back, he presses a warm washcloth against my tender pussy. “This might help.”

“Mmm, yea. It feels nice, thank you.” Languidly, I let my knees fall apart so he can hold the hot compress.

“You know, that was a first for me, too?” he chuckles softly. “Well, two, I guess.”

That makes me crack one eye. “Yea?” My palm finds the hairs on his chest to slowly trace the lines of his abs.

He looks even sexier lying here next to me than when he was on stage.

“I’ve never been someone’s first before. And never in my bed, either.” His mustache tilts into a lopsided smile. “I guess we’re both poppin’ cherries tonight.”

I know he’s always been a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” kind of guy.

That brings a sour taste into my mouth.

“Thank you.” Maybe I should just quit this while I’m ahead.

Save him the effort of having to break this off and make it awkward.

Knowing it’s only temporary brings a knot into the back of my throat and tears to my eyes.

“I should go,” I whisper, shifting away from him. There’s a reason I drove myself, just in case.

But his hand on my hip tightens, stopping me.

“Why?” His question is laced with concern.

Damn it. I don’t want to have totellhim.

“So I don’t delude myself into thinking that there’s something more. I need to make sure to walk away before I–I—” Fucking cry baby.

He tugs me back onto the bed, then pins me with his body. “Before you fall for me?” His blue eyes are black pools in the shadows. “What about me? What if I want more?” His lips purse, then he lowers them against mine.

This kiss is different then the feverish passion of earlier. His fingers tangle in my hair as he gently explores my mouth. “You asked me to help you with your list.” He nibbles his way to my earlobe. “I’m yours until it’s done.” The heat of his breath drifts over my racing pulse.

But the weight of his words makes my chest burn.

“What if it’s really long?” Can I really think this means he wants to spend more time with me?