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CARSON

Who knew that two minutes could feel like three hours.

I bob my knee against the bar, looking around me at the various clusters of people chatting while holding my jacket across my crotch in an attempt to hide my erection.

Wily is climbing the stairs, smiling at a group of girls who all turn to ogle him. He spots me and raises his chin, and I will him not to come over here. Thankfully, he spins and heads for the girls.

Smart man.

I check my watch again. Thirty seconds to go.

Fuck it. I can’t wait.

Heading for the bathroom sign, I resist the urge to check over my shoulder, not wanting to look suspicious.

I can’t believe I touched her under the table.

I can’t believe she let me.

But that dress.

That woman.

She told me she was irresistible, and she’s so fucking right.

Running down the hallway, I check the first door past the bathrooms. It’s locked.

Dammit.

Heading for the next one, I push the handle down and thank fuck, it opens.

The room is dark, the pale light from the streetlamps outside barely giving me enough to find her, but then she calls my name.

“C’mere, caveman.”

I race toward her voice, narrowly missing an office chair while throwing my jacket to the floor. Groping for her in the dark, I find her face and kiss her the way I wanted to the second she walked into the ballroom.

Her tongue lashes against mine in a hot frenzy as she starts scrambling in my pocket for a rubber. I squeeze her luscious tits in this sexy dress, then start dragging the silky fabric up her legs.

“Mmmm.” She moans against my cheek when I trace a line of kisses to her neck and suck along her throat.

She’s wrestling with the buttons and zipper of my pants but quickly wins, yanking down my trousers and freeing my pulsing cock.

“Fuck,” I murmur against her skin when she wraps her fingers around me and pumps a few times. I’m gonna fucking explode all over her if she keeps that up.

Making her come under the table was fucking hot, and I’m on fire for this woman.

“Wrap me. I need to get inside you.” I pant against her neck, pulling her thong aside and teasing her clit again.

She whimpers, rolling the condom on, then throwing the long silky fabric of her dress to the side.

I squeeze her ass, then pick her up, pressing her back against the wall while she lines us up… and then I plunge inside her.

It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

She’s hot and wet and so ready for me.

“Fuck, you feel good, kit.”

“So do you.” She squeezes my shoulders, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the tip of my nose, then groaning when I go deep and hard.

Her inner walls clench me, pulling me into her, and I lose all sense of time and space as I get lost inside this woman.

Driving into her with unchecked passion, I take her hard and fast against that wall, and it doesn’t take long until I’m hit with an orgasm so strong that I can’t even fight it.

I can’t make this fucking thing last, so I just let myself go, exploding inside her with two quick thrusts that bury me as deep as I can go.

She groans again, whimpering and mewling as I squeeze her perfect thighs and shake against her.

That was intense.

We’re both panting like we’ve just gone for gold in the hundred-meter sprint.

I don’t know if my heart will ever beat normally again. I’ve never experienced anything like that, which is why I can’t move just yet. So even though my arms are quivering, I hold her tight, not willing to leave her or let her go.

After I don’t know how long, I start to drop back down from this high, feeling her soften in my arms.

Gently kissing her neck, I breathe against her perfect skin, and then everything goes still when she whispers, “I love you.”

My heart stops beating. I swear.

I can’t think. I can’t blink. All I can do is stare at the dark wall behind her.

She just said…

Oh fuck.

I don’t know what to do with that.

People don’t… they don’t love me. They don’t…

My eyes start to water and I quickly blink, slipping out of her and lowering her to the ground.

“Here.” She grabs some tissues out of her clutch, oblivious to my internal freak-out.

I take them with quivering fingers, cleaning myself up before hitching my pants and tucking my shirt in.

Fuck, my hands won’t stop shaking.

Nylah starts to giggle. It’s her husky, sexy laugh.

Glancing at her, I wonder if she’s about to tease me for being allergic to the L-word, but she just wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

“That was hot, caveman. Looking forward to round two later tonight.” With another soft laugh, she walks away, opening the door and illuminating herself with the hallway light. “See you at the party.”

I drink in her wink, then flop back against the wall, staring across the shadowed conference table and surrounding chairs.

Shit.

She loves me.

What the fuck do I do now?