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“We’re going to be late,” she tells me, her fingers tangling in the back of my hair as she urges my face back to hers.

I kiss her again, slow and deep, the hand at her back slipping to her ass as I palm her cheek through the thin material of her leggings.

“Is that your way of telling me to stop?” I suck her lower lip into my mouth, my teeth gently scraping across it as I release it.

“No.” She captures my mouth again. “It’s my way of telling you to hurry up.”

I smile against her lips.

“Oh yeah?” I slip my hand into the band of her pants, pushing the material of her panties aside before dragging a finger along her seam. She’s so wet for me already I can’t help but groan my approval. “Is this what you want?” I ask, dipping a finger inside of her.

“Yes.” She hisses when I slip in a second finger, stretching her.

“Tell me what you want, Red?” I husk against her lips.

“You.” She lets out a little whimper of pleasure when I press the pad of my thumb against her clit and start moving it in slow circles in rhythm with my fingers inside of her.

She drops her head back, shamelessly riding my hand.

“You already have me,” I remind her, kissing the base of the throat. “Tell me what you want.” I bite gently.

“I want you... Inside of me. Right now.”

“Right now?” I smile against her skin.

“Right now.”

“Who am I to deny my girl of everything she wants.” I grin, pulling my hand away.

She starts to protest, but the words die on her lips when I tug down her pants, spin her around, and press her into the vanity so that her ass is up in the air. Freeing myself from my own pants, I step up behind her, line myself at her entrance, and enter her in one swift thrust.

Char cries out, gripping the sides of the counter like she’s holding on for dear life.

Normally, I would take my time, savoring every second of being inside her, but tonight we have somewhere to be. I’ll have to make up for it later when we’re back home and aren’t on a time constraint.

For now, I fuck her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin and Charlotte’s soft groans of pleasure the only sound in the otherwise silent room.

I’m hanging on by a thread less than a minute in, but I keep up the relentless pace until she cries out her release, her body spasming around me, coaxing my own orgasm to the surface. I let out a hard grunt as I spill myself inside of her, not slowing until I’m sure I’ve milked every ounce of pleasure from her.

Reluctantly pulling out of her, I pull her upright and spin her toward me, smiling at the flush of her cheeks and the sated look in her eyes.

“Better?” I ask, kissing the tip of her nose.

“It’ll suffice... For now.” She leans in, dragging her tongue along mine in a slow, lazy kiss that has me rethinking going out at all. Before I can suggest it, she pulls back with a knowing smile. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For always knowing exactly what I need.”

“It’s pretty easy to know what you need when it always seems to line up with what I need.” I reach around her for a towel, proceeding to clean myself off before tucking myself back into my pants. “We really should get going, though.”

“I need a minute to clean up.” She shoos me back toward the door. “Two minutes.”

“Two minutes. I’m holding you to that.”

“If you were so worried about being late, maybe you should have kept your hands to yourself,” she calls to my back as I exit the room.

I pause just inside the doorway, looking at her over my shoulder.