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His fingers twist inside of me in perfect synchronization as his tongue licks and his teeth nip at my clit.

The breeze of the air conditioning hits my sweat-slicked skin and raises goose bumps all over.

My nipples harden and my breasts feel so heavy, it’s nearing on painful.

Pressure begins to build deep inside of me, each second pushing me higher and higher until I can take no more.

The muscles from my head down to my toes go taut and my fists clench around his unruly hair, holding us in place just as my orgasm rips through me.

A silent scream falls from my lips, and my body trembles beneath his mouth.

But even though we’ve reached the finish line, Luke never eases his relentless assault.

Before I even get the chance to comprehend what’s happening, one orgasm rolls into two with a sudden ferocity that knocks what little breath I have left right out of me.

Holy shit.

It should be illegal for someone to be this hot and capable in the bedroom.

“Please.” The room is spinning and I gulp in air to try to calm my breathing. “I can’t take any more.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asks, but he’s already moving up my body. His hands glide along my sides as he peppers soft kisses over my belly, between my breasts, and up my neck until he arrives at my mouth. “Because I think I could do that all night.”

“If you did that all night, I’d be leaving on a stretcher.” I have no idea what my exact injury would be, but I do know that my legs would forget how to work and my heart would not be properly functioning any longer.

“We wouldn’t want that,” he says against my mouth, and I get to see up close the way his eyes gleam and sparkle with thoughts left unspoken.

Maybe one more time wouldn’t kill me…

“But maybe there’s something else we could do—” I let my sentence linger and arch my hips off of the bed so that his cock pushes against my entrance.

And after falling apart beneath his masterful touch, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel at least a tiny bit thrilled at the way he reacts to mine. “If you’re up for it.”

“Oh yeah,” he groans and his cock twitches. “I think I’m up for that.”

He’s already the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but when the boyish, almost giddy smile tugs at the corner of his full lips, my heart stutters in my chest and my stomach flips. This man is going to destroy me in a single night. It’d be rude if I wasn’t begging for it.

He rolls off of me and races to his pants crumpled up in the middle of the floor. His excitement gets the better of him, and he drops his wallet twice before finally opening it.

He pulls the condom out with the pageantry of a magician who just executed their best trick. “Voila!”

“Bravo!” I clap and he takes a bow. It’s impossible not to get caught up in his excitement, but I’m also not trying very hard.

He’s adorable.

And charming.

Nothing I need to see from my one-night stand.

He jumps onto the bed, and before he can take his position back on top, I snatch the condom out of his hand and push him onto his back.

“You had your fun.” I rip the wrapper open with my teeth, a move that’s been making the boys go wild since my college days. “Now it’s time for me to play.”

“By all means”—he moves around the pillows and tucks his hands behind his head—“be my guest.”

I roll my eyes, but fail spectacularly at hiding my smile. He’s really putting a dent in my “hate all men” armor.

I pull the condom out of the wrapper and climb on top of his rock-solid legs.

I dated a soccer player once—like a real, played professionally and not just at the rec center soccer player—and his legs had nothing on Luke’s.

Even though he’s lying down and seemingly relaxed, his quads are still flexed and bulging.

Quad muscles are definitely my favorite part of the male body.

Besides the hot cut near their groin…which Luke has.

And forearms, but I don’t know what that muscle is called…

Fuck.

Focus, Emerson!

“You alright there?” he asks.

I think about lying, but realize it’s pointless. Luke is hot. He knows it. I know it. Hell, even our waitress knew it! And I will not be embarrassed for having good taste!

“Just enjoying the view.” I position the condom at the tip of his almost overwhelmingly large cock and hold it in place. “I don’t know if you know this or not, but you are very nice to look at.”

“Thank you.” His breathing picks up as his gaze roams my naked body. “But I’m far from the star of the show here. I’m the luckiest man in Colorado tonight.”

“Just Colorado?” I wink and then before he can answer, my hands make quick work of unrolling the condom.

His eyes turn liquid and his hands fly from behind his head, latching on to my thighs so tight that evidence of this night might linger on my body for longer than I anticipated.

And that thought thrills me.

I move forward, resting my hands on his chest and never losing eye contact as I lower myself onto him. Only the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing fill the room as I take him inch by delicious inch until I can’t take any more.

“Oh my god.” I still, willing my body to adjust to the massive man inside of me. “You’re gigantic.”

“Swear to god.” His raspy growl cuts through the air like a knife. “Nothing has ever felt as good as you.”

I don’t know if he means it, and I don’t care. Hearing those words come out of his gorgeous, talented mouth causes what little restraint I have left to snap.

My hips move at an unrelenting pace, slamming down as he meets me thrust for thrust. He’s so deep inside of me I’m not sure where I end and he begins, and just as I feel that all-too-familiar spark begin to build, he moves his hands to my hips and flips me onto my back.

“My turn.” He leans forward and smashes his mouth to mine.

He wraps his long fingers around my ankles and pulls me down the bed in a quick swoosh . My peal of laughter abruptly turns into a moan of pleasure when he thrusts inside of me, lifting my ankles to the sky.

Even if I wanted to pull away—which to be very clear, I do not—I couldn’t. My legs are locked in place, his strong grip holding me right where he wants as he thrusts into me again and again until neither of us can take it anymore.

His pace picks up and my hands tangle into the comforter, desperate for something to hold onto as electricity builds at my core like lightning ready to strike.

And strike it does.

Stars burst behind my eyes, and I cry out as my third…THIRD…orgasm of the night tears through me with so much force, it might’ve ripped me in half. Vaguely, through the pleasure fog, I hear Luke groan as he comes just before he collapses on top of me.

Our sweat-slicked bodies meld together as our breathing slows and we return to earth. My body is limp under the weight of his, and I sink deeper and deeper into the mattress that I belatedly notice is much more comfortable than the old one I have at my house.

His hand moves to my face and his fingers push my sex-mussed hair out of my face.

Sweet.

“That was incredible.” He touches his lips to mine before he whispers, “You’re incredible.”

Yeah.

Super sweet.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I whisper back, trying my hardest not to let myself get caught up in the afterglow of fantastic sex and those useless little things called feelings. I know better than that.

“Why don’t you go to the bathroom. You can shower or do whatever you want and I’ll call down to room service for new drinks and more fries.”

“I forgot all about the food.” If I’m being honest, I forgot about everything. “But I wouldn’t mind fries now that you reminded me.”

“Perfect.” He rolls off of me and grabs the phone on the table next to the bed. He hits the numbers for room service and looks back at me before I head to the bathroom. “Do you want another old fashioned?”

Oh my god. Who told him this was the way to my heart?

“Yeah.” I nod my head. He wasn’t even there when I ordered my drink, and he still remembers my order. AI has gone too far, because he can’t be real. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he mouths and shoots me a wink.

He turns his attention to the phone, and I run to the bathroom. Closing the door gently, I twist the lock and listen to his deep voice as he recites our order.

I turn on the shower, looking in the mirror as I wait for the water to heat up.

My curly hair is out of control, and my already full lips are swollen from being kissed and nipped for the last hour…

or two. I roll onto my toes so I can get a view of the fingertip-shaped bruises already forming on my hips.

And even though my lipstick is smeared and my mascara is as much beneath my eyes as it is on my eyelashes, my skin is fucking glowing.

I look happy.

Really, genuinely happy.

Something I haven’t looked, or felt, in a very long time.

“You don’t know better,” I whisper to my reflection. “But at least you’re going to have fun learning.”

As a teacher, I do fancy myself as something of a lifelong learner, but I have a feeling Luke might be my hardest lesson to date.

In every single way.