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Leaving Cassandra Kelly was going to be hell. Because that’s what I was going to be doing in only a couple of weeks.

Remembering that landed on me like a brick.

But Cassandra didn’t seem to notice. She strode to the cart, looking gorgeous and happy. “This road goes all the way to the east side of the property,” she said.

It was where we were supposed to have been going.

I hadn’t planned on doing anything else—she was right, we had work to do. But sitting next to Cassandra, knowing she was exposed under the stretch of her skirt, was too much. A breeze flipped her skirt back just an inch, and my cock got hard again almost immediately.

She saw it and lazily slipped her hand over my pants.

I pulled the cart over. “Nope.”

“What?” she asked, innocently.

“We’re not finished.” I killed the motor, unbuckling my pants once more and sliding them down just enough to take my cock out. Then I pulled Cassandra onto my lap. I gripped her thighs while she straddled me.

She placed her hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she said innocently. “Did you want this?” She pulled her skirt up, revealing her glistening pussy.

“Good God, Cassandra.” I slid my hands up to her bare hips, guiding her where I wanted, then slid her down onto my waiting shaft. The feeling of her engulfing me—squeezing me with her hot, wet pussy—was nothing short of goddamned ecstasy. I groaned, my fingers tightening on her hips, working her on me. Up, down, harder, faster. Her ass clapped against my thighs.

“Cass,” I said as I slid my thumb onto her swollen clit. “I’ve never felt like this. I can’t take it.”

I don’t know how long it was—a few seconds or minutes. It just felt so fucking good.

But then Cassandra cried out, clenching on my cock, and I felt the brink coming fast. I bounced her on me, thrusting hard even though I knew this would only take me right there.

“Cass,” I grunted, barely getting the words out. “I can’t—I have to pull out.”

“It’s okay,” she said, panting. She was still gasping for air. “It’s safe.”

That was all it took.

I shuddered with a sharper, more intense release than before, my whole body succumbing; my mind too. I gripped her, holding her hard against me, needing to anchor myself to her until the waves ran out.

Finally, I relaxed. I leaned my forehead on her chest, letting out a long breath, whispering, “You’re everything, Cass. Fucking everything.”

Then I looked up into her eyes.

“I couldn’t stop.”

“It’s fine,” she said, her head tipped onto mine now. “I’m on birth control and checked everything after…”

She looked down. I knew she was talking about her ex.

“Me too,” I said fast, wanting her never to think of that fucker again. “The checked everything part, anyway.”

She smiled, and I kissed her neck. “But we still shouldn’t have done that.”

She laughed. “Understatement of the century.”

Then we both laughed, hard and long, clinging to each other because it was all we could do.

Finally, she sighed and climbed off me. We cleaned ourselves up as best we could, adjusting our clothes in silence.

I thought that would be the moment—the one where we’d look at each other and acknowledge what had just happened. Agree it could never happen again.

But when Cassandra looked out at the world around us again, she let out a gasp.