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BEST DAY EVER

Emma

M y eyes fall shut as I take in the feel of him. My body has no choice but to form to his.

His hand on the top of my head fists, and he gives my hair a little pull. This time his tone is tense when he demands, “Are you okay?”

“Okay?” I bring my hands to his face. He doesn’t move a muscle and stays planted deep inside me. I lift my head far enough to press my lips to his and learn something about myself I didn’t know—I’m not above begging. “I’ve never been this okay. Ever. Please.”

His blue eyes intensify as he gives me what I want.

He pulls out and pushes back in.

Again.

And again.

The more he moves, the wetter I get, and our bodies become one. He lifts my leg higher and wider the harder he moves. Every time he takes me with more force, he rocks into me in a way that hits my clit just enough, I need more.

I arch my back.

I’ve never come during sex. Not like this.

“Harder.”

When the word slips from my lips, it ignites the man above me.

He gives me what I want. Every muscle in his body goes taut as he takes me.

When my second orgasm washes over me, it’s different than the first. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever had before. Maybe it’s because Jack is inside me. Maybe it’s his sheer strength or girth or his intensity.

Maybe it’s just Jack.

All I know is when I come, I don’t see anything but stars when I call out for him.

Either he was waiting for me, or it pushed him over the edge. He groans when he comes. His last two thrusts are the icing on the cake I didn’t know I needed.

The luscious dessert to top off a perfect day.

I hope it was half as good for him.

Let’s be real, he did all the work.

That’s proven by the fact his warm skin is covered with a light sheen of perspiration.

Sex sweat.

Jack can work me out any day of the week.

Way better than running sweat.

Or any other sweat-inducing activities for that matter.

And it’s proven by the fact I’m spent. As I lie here in a relaxed state of sexual exhaustion, my brain slowly starts to come back to reality.

And I can’t help but wonder what’s next.

Do I leave? Do I roll over and pass out and deal with the talking portion of the hookup in the light of day?

Lips hit my neck for a little suck. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to tell me that the man I’ve known all my life isn’t tired.

Either he’s still hard or half-hard. Hard enough to press into me before he murmurs in my ear, “I need to deal with this condom. Come with me.”

I force my eyes open and shift my gaze to his dazzling blues that shine through the dimmed space. “Do you need help?”

His immediate smile is the only thing in my world.

Forget being moonstruck.

If I don’t guard my heart, I might be Jackstruck.

Jack

“Jack, I don’t think I can,” she says.

I twist her nipple. “Your body says otherwise. You’re so fucking wet again.”

“Mmm,” she moans. “You’re mistaking me for the fancy-ass shower.”

The shower is huge. Bigger than the one I have at home, but I don’t have this many shower heads and jets. The thought of having Emma like this makes me want to go through the hassle and expense of ripping the thing out and starting all over so I can recreate this moment with her whenever I feel like it.

Okay, when we feel like it.

I am a giver.

Water washes over us as her head falls back to my shoulder. Her hands are pressed to the marble wall. Despite coming as hard as I ever have, my dick hasn’t had enough. I’m pressed to the small of her back and on my way to giving Emma her third orgasm.

I might be a giver, but usually not this much.

But fuck. I could watch her come all day.

And all night.

Even if we are exhausted.

She might say she can’t go again, but her body doesn’t agree.

I pulled her from the bed and into the bathroom. She didn’t even try to hide the fact she enjoyed watching me ditch the condom. So when I turned on every jet and shower head, she didn’t complain. I took her hand, and she followed with as much enthusiasm as she did when we left the bar.

I washed her hair and took my time lathering her up. There’s not a hesitant bone in her body because she did the same to me. By the time I turned her back to my front and reached between her legs, she leaned into me and gave me the space I wanted.

I’ve been teasing her clit ever since. But I’m only teasing.

I didn’t plan on fucking her as hard as I did. But when she asked for it, things got out of control. In a way I’ll never forget.

“Jack.” She shifts her hips forward to find my touch.

I run my nose along her temple. “I thought you said you couldn’t.”

“You’re too much.” She tips her face to me. She’s makeup free and her hair is almost jet black from the water.

And she’s all mine.

While I’ve got her right here. If the saying goes that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, I’ll be forced to take action.

“Forget golf or rowing. Edging you is officially my new hobby.”

“Rowing.” She mutters the word like a complaint when I trace the bare lips of her pussy without touching her where she wants it most. “That sounds horrid.”

“Not on the Potomac,” I argue and drag my nail across the tip of her hardened nipple. “I’ll take you.”

“Only if you do all the work.” Water droplets dot her thick eyelashes when she looks up at me. “We can act out our own Victorian postcard. I’ll ride, drink wine, and eat cheese with my sunshade umbrella. A lady can’t get too much sun.”

I lick the water from my lips. “No one has ever asked me to recreate a postcard.”

“I’ve never had three orgasms in a row. Reality and dreams are two different things.”

I stop what I’m doing and cup her like I have before. The tips of my fingers dip into her pussy as I press my hand into her needy, swollen clit. “Is that a dare?”

Her eyes fall shut, and she presses into my hand. “To recreate a postcard? Yes. I dare you to be that gallant and chivalrous.”

My hold on her tightens. “Like this?”

She arches her back. “This is anything but gentlemanly.”

“You didn’t complain when I had my mouth between your legs.”

“That was orgasm number one. I was too swept away in the moment.”

I pull my hand from her and spread her with my fingers, careful to touch her everywhere but where she wants it most. “You didn’t complain about the second when you came from me fucking you.”

She opens her eyes and smiles. “You’re really going to suck at recreating the postcard if you talk like that.”

“Yet here you are.” I move the tip of my finger close enough to her clit to tease her. “You might be talking about another era, but your body is begging for a third orgasm.”

“I’ve not begged once…” She shifts her hips and presses her back into my chest. “…this time.”

“I don’t know how much hot water we have, and we could use a couple hours of sleep after today. You, especially, since you’re not used to running.”

Her dark eyes fly open and her body tenses against mine. “Sleep? Here?”

This time I give her what she wants.

I circle her clit with the lightest pressure. “Do you really think I’m going to send you on your way after tonight?”

She licks her lips and lifts a naked shoulder. “I didn’t want to assume…”

My view does not suck looking down at her bare body. Her tits rise and fall in tandem with her breaths. Feeling her and seeing her wet and pressed bare against me is something I could get used to.

And definitely something I’m not giving up. Especially not tonight.

I lean down and take her mouth as I stop teasing her. Her moan vibrates against my tongue. When I finally break our kiss, I murmur against her lips, “Are we going for a threepeat or what?”

Her head falls against my shoulder once again as she leans into me, enjoying every touch I offer. “Maybe you can teach me sports lingo. I’m going to need it with my new job.”

I add two more fingers and give her what she wants. “A threepeat it is. And I’ll teach you things you never knew you needed to know.”

I don’t waste another moment.

She lets go of the shower wall and only hangs onto me. I hold her tight as we go for a third.

Her first kiss.

Her first threepeat.

I missed all the firsts in between, but I’m back.

As she falls apart in my arms for the third time tonight, I wonder how many other firsts I can invent just to say they’re mine.

Emma

I stare out the floor to ceiling glass at the moon as Jack climbs into bed behind me.

His chest hits my back right before he spoons me in the middle of the big, soft bed.

He swipes away my wet hair. “You want me to shut the drapes?”

I shake my head quickly. “No. It’s a supermoon. I’m a little obsessed.”

“I think I might be too.” He drags a hand down my bare body until it lands low on my hip. “But not with the moon. How long are you in Vegas?”

I stare at the engorged amber-hued ball floating in the sky. “I leave tomorrow. We take off at one-thirty.”

“I wonder if we’re on the same flight.” His voice is low and hoarse. He sounds as tired as I feel. “My guy is headed out for commitments tomorrow, and I have a million meetings lined up with potential endorsements. I’d usually follow him, but I trust him. Of all my clients, he handles himself the best. Hell, after today, I’ll probably have more knocking on my door. I need to get home and work.”

I stare out at the dark sky and think about home.

“I’ve barely had a chance to breathe since I got the job at WDCN. I assume they’ll send me back to high school sports. Maybe a chess match.”

I feel a smile form against my hair.

I yawn. “Maybe not chess. But it is a game, so who knows.”

“If they assign you to the chess circuit, they’re idiots. Your interview with Sullivan went viral. Who the hell knows? It’s probably still circulating. There’s good viral and bad viral. As an agent, I know the difference. I’m sure you’ll be upgraded to at least … I don’t know, ping pong.”

I nudge him in the shin with my heel. “Don’t piss me off, Jack. I’m relaxed and sated from my threepeat.”

“Hey, I’m not knocking ping pong. My grandma plays at the assisted living center.”

I yawn. “That’s because your grandma is a badass.”

“True.”

“I did my job. I’m still a newbie. I’m sure I’ll go back to bowling, and that’s okay. I liked it.” Then I contemplate what I haven’t had a chance to since we’ve been naked and busy since we got here. “Why are you staying in such a fancy suite?”

“I’ve been here all week, and my guy is a star. I’ve hosted meetings and get togethers about details I’m not willing to discuss in the bar or lobby. I don’t need competitors watching or the media reporting on shit before it’s announced.”

“The media,” I murmur. “They’re pesky like that.”

I feel and hear the deep chuckle come from his chest. “I love and hate the media, but after tonight, I have a newfound appreciation for beautiful sideline reporters.”

“At least you’re not referring to me as your best friend’s little sister.”

There’s no chuckle this time and his tone lowers an octave. “About that?—”

“I’m tired, Jack. The last thing I want to talk about while we’re naked is Levi.”

“Fine.” He presses his lips to the top of my head. “But whatever happens, we’re exploring this at home.”

Home.

I smile at my trusty friend once more—the big, beautiful moon—before I let the activities of the day and night push me into sleep.

Despite his mention of Levi, it’s the best day ever.