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I tug off her mitten, stuff it in my jacket pocket, and curl my fingers through hers as we skate round and round together. Even if the future is murky, the present is perfect.

When our session is done, our skates turned in, I’m pretty sure I’m ready to ask her a big question. To finally put a name to what we are. But she grabs my wrist, checks the time, and then wiggles her eyebrows.

“Do we have time for our fourth lesson?” she asks, reminding me that it’s been a while. “Because there’s an item on my list. Page twenty-two. I’ve always wanted to have hot, up-against-the-door hotel sex.”

I hail a cab so fast.

I set a timer on my watch. I make sure my phone is on. I’m not fucking up again.

Any of this. For anyone.

We have ninety minutes till we need to get to Park Slope to pick up the kids. And the second the door to her room is opened, I push Sabrina against the wall and grab her face.

“You should get everything you want,” I rasp out as I kick the door closed.

She hums, flicking the tip of her tongue against the corner of her lips before her gaze drifts down my torso to my jeans. “Like your cock inside me?”

I groan, then run a finger across her bottom lip. “What a filthy mouth on such a sweet woman.”

She lifts her chin. “You like it that way.”

I love it that way, I correct in my head. Out loud, I say, “I absolutely fucking do.”

She gives a sassy little bob of her shoulder. “Get moving, Falcon.”

I kiss her hard—a punishing one for this sassy, feisty woman who deserves it. I pour all my lust, all this pent-up longing, into a searing kiss that vibrates to my very core. Our tongues skate together as we tug off jackets, toe off boots, fumble at belts and waistbands.

But it’s winter in New York, and a quickie against the door isn’t easy. As we get a little tangled in layers, we laugh and break apart. I focus on sliding her leggings down her legs, trying to tug them off.

But then once I’m down here...

Well, fuck it.

I yank down her panties too, and once they’re at her knees, I bury my face between her thighs.

She gasps, clearly surprised. “I thought you were going to?—”

“Fuck you against the door?” I stop to ask .

“Yes.”

With a cocky smirk, I look up at her. “I will, but you should know by now that I really like to eat first.”

Her breath catches. A second later, she drops both hands to my shoulders and pushes me down, dragging me right against her again.

Exactly where I want to be.

My entire body heats as I lick and suck, making the most obscene sounds as I devour her sweetness on my tongue, savoring every drop of her pleasure. At the same time, I manage to help peel off her leggings the rest of the way—then her panties.

Multitasking for the win.

When she’s free of both, I tap her ankle. She spreads her legs a little wider, giving me even more room. A carnal groan escapes my lips.

Yes. Fucking yes.

I eat her up, sliding my tongue through her pussy, lapping up every taste of her as my bones buzz with pleasure. She rocks against my face, seeking friction, messing up my beard in all kinds of ways, and I fucking love it.

The taste of her is all over my face.

She’s moaning and groaning, and I am too. I’m grunting as I consume my woman.

And it’s beautiful—so fucking beautiful—how she shudders out of nowhere, then says, “Oh, god, oh my god.”

Like the orgasm surprised her.

Well, it surprised me too, as she trembles, her whole body shaking as she comes on my lips faster than she’d probably expected.

My cock throbs in my jeans, aching to visit her, but I want one more taste of her sweetness. I flick my tongue against her sensitive clit, then rise, swiping my hand across my mouth .

With her eyes a little glossy, she murmurs, “That’s so sexy.”

“That?” I ask, meaning my hand across my mouth.

“Yes. But the look in your eyes too.”

I hold her gaze as I grip her jaw. “Know this—I fucking love eating you. For every single meal.”

Her hand darts out, stroking the outline of my hard-on. “I can tell,” she says in a purr.

Then a flash of nerves crosses her eyes, chased by vulnerability. “Tyler, when you said earlier I have a filthy mouth?”

“Yes?” I’m unsure where this is going.

“I want you to know—the way I talk to you…the way I touch you…”

Nerves thread in her voice, and I nod for her to keep going.

“It’s you, Tyler. It’s just you. You are the second guy I’ve been with, as you know. But when I’m with you, I feel confident. I feel free.” She pauses, like she’s thinking, really mulling over what to say. “And most of all, I feel safe.”

My heart glows. It’s like a light spreading all through my body, in every single cell. I hold her face tighter. “That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

She grabs my hips and yanks me closer to her. “Get inside me.”

“Okay, that’s sexier.”

“Also, you know I’m on protection right?”

She told me that before, but I’m picking up what she’s putting down, and the sound I make is unholy. “Okay, that’s the sexiest.”

She pushes down my jeans and frees my aching cock, then runs her nimble hand down my shaft, sending sparks of pleasure forking through my entire body. Flames shoot through me as she strokes from base to tip and back, rubbing her thumb across the crown .

“I’m negative. What about you?”

“Me too.”

Then she guides my cock toward her. But I stop. Point to the door. Move her from the wall to the door, hike up her leg, and hitch it around my hip.

Then I notch the head of my cock against her slick wetness and slide home.

Filling her all the way.

For a moment, neither one of us moves. I just stay there, trembling. Fucking trembling—my nerves frying, my circuits overloading.

Then I whisper the words that keep echoing over and over again in my head. “It’s different like this,” I say.

She nods savagely. “Yes, it is.”

But it’s not because we’re bare.

It’s because I know—I just know.

I fuck her the way she wants. Hard and fast and full of passion. But something else entirely.

This growing, soul-deep connection between the two of us is so much more than sex dates. So much more than lessons. So much more than something undefined.

It’s becoming something incredibly clear to me.

I run a hand through her hair, look her in the eye as I drive deep, and I say, “Because I feel closer to you.”

“Me too,” she says, like her voice is breaking.

I check the clock, and we’ve still got time, so I tap the brakes. I fuck her in a slow, deep rhythm that I hope starts to tell her everything I’m feeling in my heart.

That I want to get closer.

That I want her to be mine.

That she makes my heart feel bigger, brighter, happier.

That I don’t just want a career and happy kids.

That I want more.

That I want her .

And like that, with those thoughts relentlessly pressing into my mind, she comes undone once again, and I follow her.

A little later, after we’ve cleaned up and hopped into the town car, I can’t wait any longer. I reach for her hand, clasp it in mine, and I say, “We can’t keep doing this.”