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“You’re already mine,” he told me, reaching a hand between my legs to thumb my clit. “Every inch of you.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I was so wet that I could feel him sliding in deeper with every thrust. He was so big, pushing so deep inside of me, that it was borderline painful, but when that familiar pulsing of heat and pleasure grew stronger with every thrust of his hips, I found myself begging him to take me harder.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It was only when Joey leaned in close and covered my mouth with his hand that I realized I was screaming.

“Shh, Molloy,” he warned, keeping his eyes on mine in the mirror. “Quiet, baby.”

Ah, Jesus…

I couldn’t take it. My body couldn’t handle another jolt of pressure. My cries were muffled by his hand as my orgasm tore through me, hitting so fucking deep that my body clamped up tight and my legs threatened to give out beneath me.

“Fuck!” Breathing hard and fast, Joey sagged against me as his erection pulsed inside of me, flooding me with heat. “You good?”

“Uh-huh.” I laughed, breathless, as I leaned heavily against the sink. “You?”

“Yeah, Molloy.” Chuckling, he squeezed my hip as he slowly pulled out and moved to sort himself out. “I’m good.”

“I think you broke me a little bit toward the end there.” Staggering unsteadily on my feet, I clumsily cleaned up and readjusted my dress before taking stock of my disheveled appearance. “Look at those shakes,” I said, pointing to the very obvious tremor running through my legs. “I think you bambied me.”

“Would you look at that.” Thoroughly amused, Joey closed the space between us and knelt down at my feet. “Come on, Bambi.” He chuckled, helping me to step back into my thong and then pulling the fabric up my thighs. “Let’s make you decent.”

A few moments later, when Joey swung the bathroom door open to let us out, we were greeted by a roaring cheer.

“You fucking stallion,” some random lad declared as he held a hand up for Joey to high-five. “My Jesus, for a minute there, I thought we were going to have to call an ambulance for your lady friend!”

Joey gave him such a withering look that the lad physically shrank away from him, quickly taking his outstretched hand with him.

“The hell is wrong with these people?” he muttered, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Every one that I meet is stranger than the last one.”

“Who cares,” I replied breezily. “Let’s go eat and drink our weight in their generous offerings.”

Joey nodded his approval. “I saw this seriously expensive-looking bottle of champagne in the fridge.”

“Yeah, I saw that, too.”

“I’ve never tasted champagne before.”

“Me neither,” I told him. “But I have a purse in the living room big enough to smuggle a bottle back to my place.”

He stopped in the hallway and turned to face me. “Should we, though?”

“Someone’s going to end up drinking it.” I shrugged. “Why shouldn’t it be us?”

He studied my face for a long moment before making his decision.

“Get your bag,” he instructed. “I’ll get the bottle.”

“Already on it,” I replied, bumping his fist with mine as we moved in opposite directions.

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My Turn to Look after You

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