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“Are you ready?” I asked, and she gave the sexiest, “Yes,” I’d ever heard.

I pulled my cock out and then slammed back in, starting to fuck her faster. I watched her ass cheeks ripple as I rammed mycock into her, grunting as I felt the tingle in my spine and the tightening in my balls.

“I’m gonna come in your ass,” I moaned, and she started to come again.

The way her body tightened around me was my fucking undoing. I started to come, my cock throbbing in her ass as she shook beneath me, her whole body going into shock from the intensity of her orgasms. She came multiple times, one orgasm crashing into another, and I rode that fucking wave with her until we both collapsed on the sofa, panting and shaking.

I held her in my arms as she started to shiver. I needed to get her to the bed to warm her up.

“How many was that?” she asked as she tried to regulate her breathing.

“I don’t know. I lost count,” I replied, and she started to laugh.

“I think we made double figures, so you can rest assured, you won that one.”

“I won?”

“Yes. That’s the most orgasms I’ve ever had in a day. Probably a whole week if I’m being honest.”

“I dunno,” I sighed. “I think you could give me a few more.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” she joked breathlessly.

“I think you’re the only person I’ve met that I don’t want to kill.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I meet a lot of people.”

Chapter Forty-One

ABIGAIL

Life loved throwing me curveballs, and Isaiah was the biggest one yet.

I don’t know how he did it, managing to swoop in and whisk me away to another world every time things went wrong. But I wasn’t complaining, certainly not at the moment, as I lay in my bed with his arms wrapped around me.

After playing the most erotic game I’d ever played, he carried me to the bedroom, settled me into the covers and took it upon himself to clean me. Then, he got us both drinks to rehydrate. This tattooed stranger, who was the best-looking man I’d ever seen in my life, was perfect. And yet, I knew nothing about him.

“You know, I don’t make a habit of inviting random men into my apartment like this,” I said, enjoying the warmth of the covers and him.

The way his thumb kept stroking my arm made my skin prickle, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

“I should hope not.” He nuzzled into my neck, trailing delicate kisses. “I’d hate to add another name to my kill list... or maybe not. I quite like toying with prey.”

“You make it sound like it’s fun.”

“It could be. We could use our skills again. Tag team. We didn’t do so badly last time.”

Him mentioning the last time made my warm fuzzy feeling ebb away and nerves started to sting inside me, as if the butterflies had been replaced by bees.

I had to change the subject. I didn’t want to go there again tonight.

“I don’t even know your name.” I lifted my hand, touching his tattooed one and entwining my fingers with his. “I mean, I know it’s Isaiah, but I don’t know your surname, and that makes me feel?—”

“Don’t say it,” he cut in. “Don’t put yourself down or say something derogatory. This feels right. That’s all we need to know.” I felt his warm breath tickle my skin as he sighed, then added, “James. My name is Isaiah James.”

“Okay, that’s a good start. Is there anything else you can tell me about yourself?”