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She nods, head thrashing against the pillow, and I press deeper, fucking her with my tongue now, fingers working her open, my thumb still teasing her, pushing her past the point of no return. Her breath catches on a whimper as her back arches.

Zoe Carlson is whimpering under my tongue.

Then she shatters.

“Oh my fucking god —”

Her orgasm crashes over her, so intense she doesn’t even make a sound at first.

And I don’t stop.

I work her through it, dragging my tongue over her, feeling every pulse and every tremor. My fingers keep curling against the spot inside her until she whimpers from the overstimulation, pulling at my hair. Only then do I finally let her breathe by sinking a slow, filthy bite to her inner thigh.

I should stop, give her a second to recover.

But she doesn’t want that because her shaky hands find my face and pull me up, dragging my mouth to hers, tasting herself on my tongue.

“Fucking hell,” she pants as we break the kiss.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, watching her catch her breath. Taking in the flush on her skin and the way her chest still rises and falls in uneven breaths.

But then she bites her lip and grinds up against me, and I snap.

In a blur, I flip her over and drag her beneath me. She lets out a wicked little laugh, bracing her hands against the mattress as I grip her ass, yanking her back against me so she can feel just how hard I am.

“Mm, fuck ,” she murmurs, rolling her hips into me.

I groan, my fingers digging into her, steadying myself as I reach for a condom from the bedside drawer and rolling it on.

“You sure about this, baby?”

Zoe twists to look at me, fire and challenge burning in her eyes.

“Shut up and fuck me, Walton.”

Christ.

I swipe my tip over her clit, loving the way she jerks, loving the little moan escaping her throat.

“That’s what you want, huh?”

She nods, desperate.

“Use your words, Zo.” I hum against the side of her neck.

She arches back, trying to get me inside her faster. “Chase—”

Fuck, say it again.

My fingers tangle in her hair, forcing her head back just enough to make her feel it.

“Then take it.”

I thrust inside her in one deep stroke, and she chokes on a groan. Her body clenches around me, and I almost lose it because fuck , she feels so goddamn good. Tight and warm and so ready.

“God, yes, right there, right there,” she sobs, nails digging into the sheets.

I adjust my grip on her hip, forcing her to take all of me. She’s so wet, so perfect, her pussy swallowing me as I drive deeper, the loud slapping sounds of us echoing around the hotel room.

I grit my teeth and fight for control because I know I won’t last if I don’t slow down.

But she doesn’t want slow. She pushes back against me and meets every thrust, wrecking me in real-time. I slide a hand up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades, forcing her down and making her feel every inch.

“Look at you,” I rasp, dragging her back onto my cock. “So fucking desperate for it.”

“ Yes,” she gasps.

“Wanted me to fuck you just like this, didn’t you? To bend you over and ruin you?”

She shudders, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“ Yes. ”

That’s all it takes. That one moaned, breathless word. My grip tightens on her hips as I snap forward and drive deep, the sounds of her moans punctuated by the rattling of the headboard.

“Mmm, Zo,” I groan. “Squeezing my cock so tight you’re gonna milk me dry.”

She whimpers as I haul her up against my chest, one arm tight around her waist, forcing her to take me even deeper.

“Chase!”

I slide my hand over her tits, wrapping it around her throat and tilting her head back against my shoulder.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” I press my hot mouth against her ear. “Say my fucking name.”

Nails dig into my forearm, and her back arches. As her body tightens around me, she cries my name again and shatters. I hold her steady, fucking her through it, dragging her over the edge.

Her panting little whimpers almost kill me as I thrust deep one more time, burying myself inside her, following her straight into the abyss. She tightens around me one last time, and I swear to God, it feels like she’s taking part of me with her.

My vision blurs, muscles snap and burn, and I’m gone.

I collapse forward, pressing my forehead to her shoulder, both of us breathing hard, trembling, and completely obliterated.

Her fingers curl into the pillow, and I know I should move. But I don’t.

Because the second I even think about pulling away, her body clenches around me again. A soft little moan leaves her throat, barely more than an exhale, and fuck me, I’m done . My grip on her tightens as I try to convince myself I can stay right here forever with her if I just stay still.

I should laugh. Do anything but stay here, buried so deep in her I can feel every erratic pulse of her heartbeat. I should tease her, say something cocky and flippant and dumb, something to snap the moment in half before it consumes me whole.

But there’s nothing funny about this.

Nothing funny about the way she’s still holding onto me, so soft and pliant as if letting me touch her hasn’t already destroyed us both.

I drag my lips slowly down the curve of her spine, pressing my forehead between her shoulder blades, just for a breath. I try to pretend I don’t know what’s happening, that I’m not drowning in what this is. What this could be.

She shudders, and I feel it everywhere.

Because we both know the second I pull out, this is over. The spell will break, the moment will end, and we’ll go back to acting like this was nothing.

“Chase,” she murmurs, voice hoarse.

I hum against her skin, but I don’t move. Not yet. Not while she’s still using my first name.

Her fingers trace over my arm again, so light and lazy she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. Tracing me like a map. Memorizing me.

But then she stills. Catches herself, like she’s just realized she’s doing it.

So, I do what I always do. I ruin it before she can.

“Better than the photo booth?” I murmur against her skin.

She huffs out a laugh, but it’s too breathless and too fucking raw.

“Top three, maybe,” she teases, but her voice wobbles.

“ Top three?! ” I groan, pulling out of her and rolling onto my back, grinning at the ceiling.

“What, you want me to rank you, Walton?”

Fuck, it's over.

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

She snorts, reaching for the sheet, yanking it up over both of us as if she can make this feel less destructive if she covers it up. “Might need to go again before I make my decision.”

I grin with my teeth, forcing myself to stay loose and cool even though my chest is aching.

One night.

One time.

“You’re not gonna make me leave, are you?” she murmurs.

The thought alone makes my pulse thunder for two reasons.

One, because she thinks I’d treat her like that. And two, because I cannot stand the thought of it. Zoe pulling her dress back on. Walking out the door. Brushing this off and pretending it didn’t just happen.

No. Absolutely fucking not.

“Nah. Too much effort.”

“Wow. Romanced.”

I smirk and roll onto my side, propping my head up on my hand.

“You want me to serenade you, Zo?”

She scrunches her nose. “God, no.”

I chuckle, but then I do something really fucking stupid.

I reach out.

My fingers trace over the curve of her jaw, slide down the slope of her neck, over that pulse point that drives me insane, and I thread them into her hair.

So soft. Silky. Too easy to touch.

Zoe goes still, and that’s when I know I’ve fucked up. I pull back before I crush myself even more. Because this is not what happens during a one-night stand. Not when it’s meaningless, when we’re just getting it out of our systems.

“Get some sleep, Zo.”

She pauses, those soulful, cinnamon eyes lingering on mine for a moment before she exhales through her nose, closing them as she turns away from me.

“Night, Walton.”

I watch her for a second too long, open my mouth to say something more, to tell her this is not over. Tell her I’m ready to go again, or we could do no strings, keep it casual, anything that would afford me more of her. But I close it again.

Because all of those things? They’re not what I want.

And we both fucking know it.