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For shit’s sake, stop talking . I tried desperately for more of that delicious friction. The bastard stilled his finger and then pulled his whole hand away.

“Asked if you need more. You answer me. I ask you any question, you answer me. Not playing around.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

“Okay, what?”

“I answer questions and I need more.”

“Good.” He pressed his finger against the magic spot again and as my breaths became erratic, he drew two fingers through my wetness, plunging them inside me, bending them forward.

“Press down on my pubic bone,” I cried and he moved his second hand that he’d been using to twist and tug my nipple, down to press against my pubic bone, and oh, my god!

The walls of my sex started to ripple. My rabbit worked fine enough, but nothing compared to a man’s touch.

And this man—he might’ve been an ass, but he just— goddamn , he did it for me.

My mouth opened but left me unable to utter a sound. He kept up the pressure as his mouth moved to my jaw. My whole body seized up, then a rush of vibration radiated out from my center. I slumped, closing my eyes.

“Not done yet, babe,” he grumbled and that got my attention. My eyes shot open to the feel of him lifting me into his arms again. “Which room’s yours?” he asked.

“ Left .”

He kicked open the door since it hadn’t been pulled shut completely, and deposited me on the bed. “Hands and knees,” he ordered. I rolled onto my belly, shoving up onto my hands and knees. “Hand to the headboard. Brace, Bree.”

Oh God.

That sound?—

The zipper.

I knew what it meant. My pulse jumped like it had been shocked.

He was serious. We were doing this.

My mouth went dry and everything else went very much the opposite.

Was it too fast?

No. It was right now .

I heard the soft crinkle of foil tearing and my knees nearly buckled underneath me.

Jesus. That sound.

Why did that sound make my whole body clench like he’d just whispered the filthiest secret?

My brain was trying to keep up, but my body had already RSVP’d.

He hadn’t even touched me again yet and I was already arching toward him.

How was he this calm? I was losing my mind.

Heat everywhere.

Everywhere .

This wasn’t a decision anymore—it was gravity.

A law of nature.

Like the tide .

Like breathing.

Like wanting him .

I didn’t even remember how we got to this moment. I just knew I didn’t want it to end.

Not until he made good on every promise that sound whispered down my spine.

It was happening. Now . I pressed one hand to the headboard, locking my arm in place as he slowly pushed inside me, filling me completely, a sensation that defied words.

The slowness surprised me. I didn’t take him as a man who did slow or a man who took his time to let a partner adjust to the size and feel of him, but he gave me that moment.

His strong fingers dug into the skin of my hips and he started to thrust. Each one came harder and faster than the one before.

The roughness of his jeans abraded my most sensitive flesh.

Instinctively, I squeezed, tightening my grip around him.

The friction built like a static charge waiting to ignite.

Harder.

Faster.

The headboard thumped against the wall hard enough to dent the drywall.

The slapping of our skin filled the room along with the tiny grunts he made and my own whimpers.

Each pivot of my hips to meet his oncoming thrust resulted in his grunts growing louder.

I squeezed my eyes shut, drinking in the feel of the moment.

I needed him tonight more than I’d realized and I was deeply grateful to be living this life.

The recognizable scent of good sex filled my nose and I breathed it in along with my revelry.

Despite how glorious it felt, nothing about this coupling was tender or sweet. He’d promised fucking and he made good on that.

“Back,” he grunted, flipping me onto my back, pressing my knees wide and up to my shoulders.

It felt uncomfortable until he slid back inside, now able to thrust up.

He balanced himself by bracing against one of my knees, which allowed him to press down on my pubic bone.

He remembered. A sheen of sweat glistened over my skin, but I clamped down around his shaft with everything I had left in me.

Reece continued to pound, causing me to scream out his name. In the pure ecstasy of the moment, my body arched, seizing up every muscle, and I lost my breath. He thrust in once more, losing himself, and slumped, pressing his head to my breastbone. His breaths came as heavy as mine.

When he pulled out, I felt bereft of him, wanting to repeat that for the rest of the night.

But as soon as his breaths calmed, he patted my hip and pushed up out of bed.

I lay there naked and confused watching him walk out of my room.

It took me a second for my body to catch up to the situation, but I moved out of the bed, reaching the living room in time to see Reece slipping back on his T-shirt.

I opened my mouth to ask, “You’re leaving?” but closed it before the words slipped out. He’d come to fuck. We’d fucked. Transaction fulfilled. Reece walked over to me, pulling me in for a hard kiss.

“Thanks, babe. I’ll catch up with you later. We’ll plan another one.”

Again, I said nothing. He didn’t really give me the time. The front door clicked shut and I had enough frame of mind to turn the deadbolt and slide the chain lock. Then I showered for a second time that night, threw on some clean panties and a sleep shirt, then went to bed.

Tossing. Turning. My bed smelled like sex. It smelled like him.

At a time when I should’ve been sleeping, I pushed up out of my bed yet again to strip the comforter.

I shoved it into my hamper, but the thing was so thick that the lid couldn’t close all the way.

Then I pulled my “wash day” comforter from the linen closet, tucking it under one arm to give me a hand to grab a fizzy water from the fridge before heading back to my room.

Despite the workout my body just received, I knew my mind stood zero chance of settling on its own. I popped a couple of over-the-counter sleeping pills into my mouth, chasing them with the water.

Finally, I lay back down, covering myself with the clean blanket, and waited for the sleep to take me.