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Her hair is a mess from where she’s been in bed, and she’s wearing a white, almost-see-through tank with a tiny pair of shorts that I’m sure wouldn’t actually cover her arse should she turn around.

I’m a selfish prick, turning up here and waking her to take what I need to make all the noise in my head go away, but I’m powerless to resist. I kick the door closed behind me, the slam echoing through the house as I take her cheeks in my hands and slam my lips down on hers.

She gives herself over to me immediately, and the second I seek entrance, her lips part and she hungrily sucks my tongue into her mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck to hold me close.

My little goddess.

A growl rumbles up my throat, and I lose all control.

My mouth claims and my hands take everything she’s offering to me, the escape only she understands.

The distraction.

My fingers pull at the hem of her tank, and our lips part for the two seconds it takes for me to tug it over her head.

Throwing it to the floor behind me, I retake her mouth, my hand dropping to her breast, palming the softness and pinching her nipple until she groans.

“Corey,” she moans as my lips drop to her neck. Her fingernails scratch down my back as I continue teasing her. “More, Corey. More.”

“Fuck,” I bark, unable to get my head around just how fucking perfect this woman is.

I lift her and then press her into the wall with my hips.

“Oh God,” she moans when my solid length grinds against her clit.

“You feel that, baby?” I mutter against her collarbone.

She nods eagerly, her fingers in my hair tugging, the bite of pain making my head spin.

“So hard,” she moans, licking her lips like the master seductress she is.

“All for you.”

I pull her from the wall, not giving her a chance to respond. I’ve never been inside her house, so I have no idea which room is which, but I’m so desperate I’d take her in her fucking garage right now if it had a decent surface.

I find her living room and lower her to her feet. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, I push both those and her knickers down her thighs until they pool around her ankles.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Colour hits her cheeks, and it only makes her that much more breathtaking.

She stands naked as I run my eyes over her, my body still fully covered, but she doesn’t bat an eyelid. Her nipples are peaked and her chest heaves. I know that if I were to run a finger through her folds, she would be soaked for me.

When my eyes come back up to her face, she quirks an eyebrow.

“Are you just going to stand there staring, or …”

She hasn’t finished her question before I reach behind me and pull my T-shirt over my head, quickly followed by toeing off my shoes and dropping my trousers and boxers to the floor.

I kick myself free of the fabric before crushing my body to hers. My hands are everywhere—I have no idea where I want to touch first. Our kiss is frenzied as we both try to take what we need, even though we already know that it’ll never be enough.

Or at least, I hope that’s what she’s thinking, too.

She moans for more, and my cock weeps.

“Turn around,” I demand in her ear. She shudders as my breath tickles her sensitive skin, but she does as she’s told.

Resting her forearms against the back of the sofa, she sticks her arse out temptingly toward me and I groan at the sight.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

She chuckles before moving her legs wider and arching her back.

“Fucking shit.”

Stepping forward, I run my fingers through her wetness before dipping them into her to ensure she’s ready. My other hand slowly strokes my needy dick.

“Corey,” she moans, grinding down on my fingers, trying to find more.

“Patience,” I mutter, although I must admit that I’m feeling less than patient myself.

She groans and continues moving her hips until I remove my fingers.

“Please, Corey. You can’t turn up here like this and not … fuuuuck.”

I thrust into her in one move, her hip in one hand with my fingers digging into her skin, the other sliding into her hair, pulling as her back arches.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as I start moving.

Her walls ripple around me, squeezing me so tight I have to fight to get control of myself.

“So fucking good,” I groan as I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

I hit so deep inside her that my eyes damn near cross.

Taking the length of her hair in my fist, I pull so she has no choice but to arch farther into me. She cries out in pleasure as I hit her at a slightly different angle.

“Good, baby?”

“Fuck, so good.”

Her fingers find mine at her hip, and she threads them together as I continue my punishing pace.

The only thing that exists in my world right now is her and discovering just how loud I can make her scream.

She is exactly what I need.

I don’t allow the magnitude of that realisation to hit me.

Instead, I sweep it under the rug to deal with at a later time, like so many other parts of my life.

This right now is about pleasure and taking what we need.

There are no feelings, no futures, not even any tomorrows.

It’s just skin slapping, chest heaving, lip biting pleasure to chase away the demons that lurk in our pasts.

“Corey, Corey, Corey,” she begins to chant when her release gets closer. I don’t need her words. I feel it. She grows impossibly tight as she races towards her orgasm, and I already know that I’m going to be powerless to stop myself falling over the edge with her.

“Corey!” she cries as her pussy clamps down around me, and I lose all control, emptying myself inside her. The world falls away as I drown in everything this woman is.

My chest heaves as I come back to myself, and a trickle of sweat runs down my temple from the exertion.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, wiping at my forehead with the back of my hand.

“You can say that again,” Harlow mutters quietly where she’s half folded over the back of her sofa.

I’m still inside of her, my cock still semi-hard, and I know that in only moments I’ll be ready to go again. The tingles my orgasm left behind might still be zapping around my body, but I already know it’s not enough.

Pulling from her, I spin her and lift her into my arms—and realisation hits me.

I didn’t use a condom.

My heart thunders in my chest, but the second her eyes find mine, I relax.

“Hey,” she says, looking at me with soft, heavy-lidded eyes and pushing the thought aside.

“Surprise!”

She laughs, and my chest constricts once again in a way I’m becoming all too used to when I’m around her. “It sure was.”

“I hope you don’t mind me showing up like this.”

A wicked smile curls at her lips. “It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?”

I shrug. “You can still kick me out, if you like.”

“Nah, I think I’ll make use of you, now you’re here.”

“Oh?”

Reaching up on her tiptoes, she brushes her lips along my jaw until she reaches my ear.

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

“It’s not your bedroom I’m all that interested in, Lo.”

“Let’s take this upstairs just in case Brooke’s date doesn’t go as well as she hoped.”

My eyes widen, my fingers sinking into my sweat damp hair. I hadn’t even considered her roommate.

“You make me lose my mind,” I mutter as she points to the stairs. I follow her instructions, carrying her up with me.

“The feeling is most definitely mutual.” She falls silent after saying this into my neck before pulling back to look into my eyes.

“What?” I ask when she stares at me weirdly.

“N-Nothing,” she stutters after a few moments but then clearly changes her mind. “Did … how did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Nothing. It’s this one.” She nods towards the open door, and I step inside before kicking it shut.

Her scent surrounds me as I look around the pink, girly room.

“Wow, this is … unexpected.” Harlow tenses in my arms and tucks her head into my neck to hide. I cast my eyes around her sickly pink walls. It’s like I’ve walked into a little girl’s room.

“Hey.” I thread my fingers into her hair and tug lightly to encourage her out as I lower us and put her on the bed. “Don’t hide from me.”

She looks up, and I slide my hand around the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t make a habit of bringing guys here. Like, ever.” She looks away, and I hate that she’s trying to hide whatever it is she’s so concerned about.

“Harlow, am I the first guy to come here?”

She bites down on her bottom lip, and a surge of desire consumes me. “Y-Yeah. I know it’s childish, I just …”

“Shh,” I soothe, resting my forehead against hers. “I don’t care how you decorate your bedroom. All I care about is the woman inside.” I tense at the admission, and she doesn’t miss it.

Her eyes find mine once again, and she stares into them so deeply. Something crackles between us, and I fear that, no matter how much I try, I’m never going to be able to walk away.

“Why are you here, Corey?” she asks, suddenly looking so serious.

“Because there isn’t anywhere else in the world I want to be,” I answer honestly.