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She gasped, shocked by his words. She quickly worked to undo her dress then slipped it off. The coolness of her room caused her nipples to become painfully tight buds. She squirmed on the bed while he took his fill of her. She lowered her gaze to his groin and noticed the small dot had grown larger.

“Don't worry, all that's for you,” he said as if reading her mind.

Dave joined her on the bed then, covering her exposed body with his. He kissed her once more and she melted into him. She tingled from head to toe with anticipation, but if he had an inkling of going faster, he didn't express it. He'd been content to tease and touch her. She ran her fingers through his perfect dark-blond locks as he dipped his head and kissed a path between her breasts. As he slid down her body, she noticed the contrast in the color of their skin. Where she'd been a deep shade of brown, his was lightly tanned and fit. It was obvious, between his work as a lawyer, he'd found time to work out and she appreciated it.

“Where'd you go?” he murmured, nipping her hip. “You got this faraway look in your eyes.”

“I was appreciating your body,” she said.

A cocky grin tugged at his lips. “Were you?”

Heat filled her cheeks. “Yes.”

“Good to know.” He tugged on her panties until they ripped free. “Now that's what I'm talking about.” He buried his face between her thighs and moaned. “So good.” His tongue lashed at her throbbing clit and her ass came off the bed. “Sensitive. I fucking love it.”

Scarlett rode his face while gripping his hair. He drove her insane, pushing her toward cataclysmic orgasm. It built, twisting her insides into one giant pleasure-filled ball. It expanded until she thought she'd go insane. He teased her though, perched at the brink of orgasm while he ran his tongue along her slit and inside of her, but not once did he draw the taut bead into his mouth.

“Come for me,” he muttered against her pussy. “Let me taste you.”

He pushed two of his broad fingers into her at the same moment he latched onto her clit. She screamed his name as everything inside of her shattered. Nothing had ever felt as exquisite or as painful as the release racing through her system. Her back bowed, her hips rocked and every muscle in her stomach twitched and jerk. When she came down and could draw in a breath, she shook. The simple act had turned her inside out and left her dazed. His masculine chuckle, sent a bolt of lust through her still trembling body and a new wave of need built low.

“My turn.”

He shoved his briefs off and covered his body with hers. In the next second, he filled her. The thick stalk of his cock stretched her in the most delicious ways, pushing her into a small, yet still powerful climax.

He stilled and groaned. “You're so fucking tempting.” He pulled out and stroked himself a few times before grabbing his pants. “Make me forget my senses.” He withdrew a small grey disk then ripped it open. He rolled the condom over his length and dear God, even watching him do such a mundane task, turned her on.

By the time he entered her again, she was on edge. He stole her ability to reason or control the situation. She kissed him, trying to express the desperate way he made her feel, and Dave returned it with the same amount of vigor. She burned for him, swore she'd combust before they were finished and then enjoyed the idea of dying in his arms because the sex had been fantastic.

“Dave,” she whimpered digging her nails into his shoulders.

He shuddered, his hips faltered. “Shit, don't say my name like that. You got me at my limit already.” He retreated and slammed into her twice more.

She cried out, clinging to him. Everything inside her was poised once more the impending orgasm building. It was too much. Too good. He'd ruin her. She knew it. “Please!” She'd never sounded so desperate in her life. Never so out of control. Only two men had left her witless and insane and Dave was one of them.

“I love it when you beg me. Gets me so fucking hard and ready.” He licked his thumb before pressing it to her clit. She bucked against him. “Fuck my dick, Scar. Give it to me.”

He continued to manipulate her clit while she rolled her hips, more so jerking over him as each thrust touched all the sensitive places inside her. Her mind fractured and her eyes fluttered closed seconds before she came apart in his arms. It was so powerful; her breath had been lodged in her throat and her body had gone tense.

He was right there though, milking her clit while he fucked her in hard uneven thrusts and when she could finally draw a breath, she flew. The warmth of his body covering hers, added to the sensations bombarding her as she rode the waves of her release. The sounds he made when he thrust twice more then still, added to euphoria fueling her pleasure. Nothing compared to being in his arms. She didn't think anything would either. Dave gathered her in his embrace and groaned as he slowly pulled from her. “God...” He pressed a kiss to her temple as she snuggled into his warmth and closed her eyes.

“Wow,” she murmured, not able to move, even if she wanted to. Had anyone told her earlier in the week, she’d end up in bed with Dave and had sex with Kenny as well, she’d have said they were crazy.

“I know, I felt it too.” He placed another kiss to her temple. “I know.”

Bone-Deep exhaustion overtook her, and she could feel herself drifting. Maybe she should rest for a bit before they had to get back to work. She realized on the way home, after everything they learned at the gala; they'd face more challenges before things would finally settle down. But, for tonight, she just wanted to be here in the moment with Dave. “Don't leave me.”

“Not going anywhere, Scar. Promise.”

Chapter Five

The next morning, Scarlett woke up alone. Disappointment filled her. She shouldn't have been, after all, there were no promises made while in the silent interlude before she and Dave began again. She also couldn't say the sex hadn't been amazing. Because it was. It curled her toes, melted her heart and made her wish for things she had no business wishing for—like Dave still in bed with her.

Oh well, it's for the best anyway.

Scarlett slipped out from under the rumpled covers and sat up. She glanced at the clock and frowned. It was a little after six, and according to Dave, Timothy would be there by eight. She ran her fingers through her bed-tangled hair and frowned. The area looked like a bomb had gone off in it. Her dress lay in a heap by the door, presumably where Dave had thrown it. Her stockings and garter were haphazardly thrown over her bedside lamp. Before she could take a shower and begin her day, she'd have to clean up. No way in hell, she'd want Samantha to see her room in such a state.

Once she was finished and the room looked somewhat presentable, she took a shower then dressed. Her curly hair had gone frizzy, so instead of leaving it down as she normally did, she twisted it into a severe knot at the nape of her neck. The smell of coffee wafted from her kitchen as she stepped out of her room moments later, and she frowned. She hadn't smelled the brew when she woke, which meant someone had to have been in her apartment, right? She strode down the hall and came to an abrupt halt when she saw Kenny and Edward sitting at her small table in the alcove by her kitchen. Both sipped on their cups while reading a newspaper. Both were also acting as if their presence was normal. The timer on her oven, she hadn't even realized was on, dinged announcing whatever they'd made was ready.