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Her eyes fly open as if I’ve startled her, almost like she forgot where she was or who she was with. I keep pounding into her—refusing to let her lose what I’m certain is building pleasure in her core.

“Do you trust me?”

She replies with a dazed smile and an eager nod, throwing her hands above her head and pressing into the headboard to bear down as I thrust into her perfect cunt.

I move one hand up her body, slowly and methodically so she feels the path of my palm before I close my fingers around the curve of her neck.

Her eyes widen in response to my grip, but she doesn’t pull back or panic. In fact, she moans louder, challenging me to tighten my hold and really let her feel it.

I squeeze her neck in time with my thrusts as her pulse dances under my fingertips.

Balancing on my knees, I flatten my other hand across her hips, low on her pelvis, pressing down and matching the pressure I apply to her throat.

Held down and at my mercy, she goes fucking wild, trying to rock her hips and match my rhythm, screaming her encouragement as she races toward the finish line.

I push harder on her pelvis, letting the force drive her higher. I squeeze her neck, drawing out a moan that transforms into a scream as she gets closer.

“Come on, angel. Prove to me you like it hard and fast. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

She clenches around me as she cries out. The tightness is exquisite—her perfect cunt choking my dick so hard I see stars. It only takes two more thrusts for me to join her, toppling over the edge and spilling into the condom with a ferocity I’ve never felt in my life.

Lightheadedness sweeps over me, reminding me to loosen my grip on her throat and slow my thrusts as we ride out the aftershock of coming together.

I collapse forward, making sure not to crush her as I ease out of her body. Our foreheads touch, and we lock eyes. I can’tnotlook at her. I’ve never wanted to just stare at someone like this before.

We’re both slick with sweat, flushed, and grinning. And even though this is supposed to be a one-night stand, I can’t help but cup her face in my hands, tilt her chin up, and kiss her over and over again.

Chapter 11

Daphne

Lipstolips.Handsto face. Legs wrapped around each other. Every part of my body craves his touch. We haven’t stopped touching since we collapsed back into bed.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth again before he trails a path of kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I’m totally spent—I barely made it to the bathroom, but Fielding insisted—and I’m seconds away from dozing off in his arms.

But he won’t stop kissing me. And I can’t get enough of it.

I’ve never had a one-night stand before, but I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to feel likethis.

The sex was phenomenal—hard and fast, with no excuses and one goal in mind—but this cuddling? These soft touches and little sighs we keep passing back and forth between the sheets? This is heaven. I’ll let him call me angel all damn night if he promises not to stop.

He rearranges himself, then shifts me up higher on the mattress so he can throw one leg over me and make me his little spoon. He keeps doing things like that—moving me and molding my body to fit into his, lifting me and positioning me like I weigh nothing at all.

I revel in the feeling of his large hand cupping my bare hip while his other arm snakes under my neck and he plays with my hair.

After we both came, I briefly considered getting up and getting on with it—grabbing my clothes and calling a rideshare or asking Serena to come pick me up. But then he hummed serenely into my neck. And something deep in my chest was instantly settled by the sound of his contentedness.

Plus, this bed is insanely comfortable. My body and my mind are yearning for sleep. And this man—who was a literal stranger hours ago, but who now possesses intimate knowledge about what I like and what makes me tick—is holding me like he doesn’t want to let me go.

Tomorrow, I’ll have to face the reality of what my life has become. I’ll have to deal with the fallout; I’ll have a million calls to make, an entire wedding to cancel.

But none of that is a concern right now. My misery will keep. These moments of being cherished and worshipped won’t. So I’ll stay in this bed, in this man’s arms, and let myself have this night before I have to face the wretched reality of my tomorrow.

I jolt awake, panting and parched, desperate to calm my racing heart. I force my eyes wide open, willing myself to stay conscious and not slip back into the nightmare that was playing out in my mind.

I take in the room around me, the light of the moon streaming through the open blinds granting me a sense of peace as I scan the foreign surroundings.

I remember where I am. Why I’m here. Who I’m with.