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“What? Why not? Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you laid out on this very counter?”

Her hazel eyes surge with craving. “Because I’m pretty sure I can feel Leo staring at us and it’s weird.”

I glance at him over her shoulder, and she’s right. He is staring at us.

“You trying to cockblock me, little man? I thought we were tighter than that.”

River giggles, and I realize then that I could listen to that sound for the rest of my days and not get tired of it.

“Take me to your bedroom.”

“My bedroom? You want to fuck on an air mattress?”

She scrunches her face up. “Good point. Let’s go to my room.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I swoop her into my arms, and she locks her legs around my waist as I take long strides down the hallway, not wasting any time.

She lets out little sounds every time my dick brushes against her, and I can’t fucking wait to hear what she sounds like when I’m inside her.

“Might want to close the door,” she says when I reach her room.

I lift a brow in question but follow her instruction.

“Morris,” she explains. “He’ll probably try to attack you if he sees you on top of me.”

“Oh, you just assume I’m going to be on top, huh?” I drop her onto the edge of the bed unceremoniously. Towering over her, I stare down as she blinks up at me with amused eyes. “If you think I’m doing all the work, you’re nuts.”

With a roll of her eyes, she hooks a finger into the belt loop on my pants and drags me closer, pushes the belt through the buckle.

As she works to undo it, I quickly undo the buttons of my dress shirt.

I’m flinging the material across the room when her fingers find my zipper, and the sound is loud as she drags it down the track.

She works my pants down my thighs, and if possible, I swear I get harder when she rolls her tongue over her lips as she sees my dick straining against my boxer briefs.

“What are you doing, River?” My voice is rough and scratchy, and I have to work to get the words out.

“Sucking your cock.”

“I was kidding.”

She peeks up at me with heavy eyes. “I’m not.”

Her fingernails scrape lightly over my thighs as she drags my briefs down and frees my erection.

She wastes no time before touching me, wrapping her hand around my dick and giving me a light stroke.

I can definitely tell it’s been too long because that one touch feels way too good.

She leans closer and brings her mouth to me, flattening her tongue and stroking it along the underside of my cock.

I might die.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter.

Her eyes flit to mine. “Will you hold my hair?”

I almost come just from her request alone.

I slide my hand into her hair, wrapping the long red locks around my fist and pulling them up.

“Tighter,” she tells me, and my dick jumps.

Fuck. “Are you trying to embarrass me and make me come way too fucking soon?”

She doesn’t answer.

She can’t.

Her lips are too busy being fitted around my straining cock.

“Son of a…” I grip her hair tighter.

With a torturous pace, she slides her mouth over me, and I watch as I disappear inch by inch.

She holds my stare as she begins to work me over with just her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to torture me as I help guide her in a rhythm that I love. With every stroke, she takes me deeper, and with every stroke, I get closer and closer to the edge.

She scrapes her fingernails along my thighs, and the bite of pain makes me curse in the best way.

She giggles and does it again.

I had it right before—River is definitely a witch.

When she tries to drag her mouth off me, I tighten my grip, and her eyes widen with excitement.

I slowly drive her back down my length until I’m completely seated inside her mouth.

She moans around me as I hold her there for a few beats, and I know if I keep this up, I will without a doubt blow my load straight down her throat.

It’s too soon for that.

I rock my hips a few times, then loosen my grip. She eases up, popping off me with labored breaths.

“You good?”

She nods, eyes glassy with desire. “Do it again.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Not this time.”

“Dean…”

I release the red locks from my grasp and reach for her, pulling her onto her feet.

She’s not wearing much, but I want her to be wearing less.

I grab the hem of her shirt and she raises her arms, helping me work it off her. I let it fall to the floor.

I peel the rest of my clothes off, then stand back to look at her. There’s a soft glow from the moonlight coming in through the window across the room, and it hits her at all the right angles.

River’s always beautiful.

But River standing topless in nothing but a pair of panties, her deep red mane a mess from my hands, a flush on her skin and a look in her eyes that says Fuck me, please ?

It’s a whole new look for her.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Her flush deepens.

I step into her, cupping her tits with my hands, running my thumbs over the hardened buds. I trail one hand down her stomach and straight into her panties.

I don’t stop until my fingers find their way between her folds, and my god is she wet.

“Did my cock in your throat do this?”

A whimper.

A nod.

“Good.”

I slip my fingers into her, and her breath hitches as she drops her head to my shoulder.

“Oh hell. I knew you were the devil.”

I laugh and thrust my fingers deeper. I use my thumb to stroke her clit as I slide my other hand around the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine.

I kiss her, using my tongue in sync with the strokes of my fingers. She rocks into my hand, moaning and pulling at me, wanting more.

She wrenches her lips from mine. “Dean.”

It’s all she says, and I know she’s ready.

I pull my hand from her body. “Get on the bed.”

“What position?”

“Yes.”

She laughs. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” I say, grabbing her waist and guiding her backward. “I want you in all of them.”

Her eyes darken as we fall onto the bed, and I drop my mouth to hers.

Without warning, I flip her over, putting her ass in the air just where I like it.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to put you in this exact position?” I say, running my hands over her, squeezing. “Always teasing me with that yoga shit.”

I give her a light smack, testing.

She moans.

I do it again.

“Talk about teasing,” she says, pushing her ass out farther. “Just fuck me already.”

“I want to taste you.”

“Later. Please. ”

I give her another smack. “Protection?”

“Nightstand. Top drawer.”

“Don’t move.”

I roll off the bed to grab the condom. As I’m sliding it on, she begins to push her panties down, and I brush her hand away.

“No.” I climb back into my position. “Mine.”

“Ugh.” She groans, wiggling her hips. “Would you hurry up at least?”

My lips at her ear, I say, “Do you really want to be bossing me around right now? Because I could drag this out all night.”

“Do you really want to try to threaten me right now? Because I could walk away from this and take care of myself with one of my many vibrators. Your call.”

I swat her ass again and peel her panties off.

“That’s what I thought,” she says smugly. “Now, fuck me already.”

I give my cock a couple tugs, then line myself up with her core, pushing into her heat.

“Oh shit…” I hiss as she begins to grip me. It has been way too long since I’ve felt anything this good. “Fuck.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.”

Thwack!

She whimpers at the smack to her ass, and I slide in slowly, watching as she stretches around my dick like it was made for her.

Gripping her hip with one hand, I move the other up her body to twist that hair of hers I’m really starting to love around my fist, and I hit home.

I swear I see stars.

She feels so fucking good. Better than I imagined. I know I’m going to have a hard time following the rules of no getting attached because I could definitely get attached to this feeling.

She cries out, and I slam into her again.

We find a rhythm as I drive into her, our skin smacking together, our breaths growing heavier and heavier. It doesn’t take long until we’re both teetering close to release.

“River?”

I slow my pace and lean down, capturing her mouth with mine, making short, quick thrusts.

“I’m close,” she murmurs, answering my unvoiced question through the kisses.

“Thank fuck.” I rest my forehead against her temple, pushing into her again. “Touch yourself. Get there with me.”

She reaches a hand between her legs and plays with her clit, and I love that she’s not afraid to do it.

“So close,” she whispers. “More.”

I thrust into her without restraint, and she cries out as her orgasm takes over, her pussy clenching around me, begging me to follow her over the edge.

I quicken my pace, and it’s less than a minute before I’m following her to bliss.

She collapses onto the mattress, and I fall on top of her, dropping my head between her shoulders.

Our breaths are loud and harsh. We gasp for air, for any sort of reprieve.

“Well, that happened.” She breaks the silence first.

I laugh, rolling off her and flopping onto my back, one arm under my head as I work to settle my breathing. “Yeah, it did.”

We go silent, and the reality of what just transpired starts to set in.

As does the panic.

What in the hell are we thinking?! We can’t do this! You don’t just go back to normal after striking up a casual sex-only relationship with your neighbor/temporary roommate.

You’re a dumbass, Dean. Complete and utter fucking moron. There’s no way this is going to end well.

She rolls to her side, facing me.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hmm?” I say, turning my head toward her.

“Want to go get some pie?”

And just like that, I know we’re going to be okay.