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Exposed brick, hardwood floors, everything was open. Except for the two bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was also an office off the great room with French doors letting light in.

“I like it,” he said, dropping our bags on the floor. “Close to the barn and the club… close to restaurants. Everything I need within walking distance.”

“I love it.”

He grinned, closing the distance between us, and kissing me quickly. “Gonna fuck you now.”

“I’d love a shower first,” I admitted. “Get the plane funk off me.”

“Okay then, we can fuck in the shower.”

I nodded, then his mouth was on mine and I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and we were headed to his bedroom. He set me on my feet, tore my clothes off, continuing to kiss me while he turned the water on.

Once he was naked, he walked me under the water and he hissed out, “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Forgot to grab condoms.”

“Like, from the store?” I asked, my stomach falling.

He smiled. “They’re in the nightstand.”

I sighed. “Oh, thank God.”

He chuckled, and we took the quickest shower on earth, then after toweling off, he carried me back into the bedroom, dropping me onto the bed. He settled his mouth between my legs and sucked my clit, his tongue swirling as he added pressure with each pass he made.

Pushing his fingers inside of me, my body shuddered with need, and when I lost his mouth, I whimpered.

“I’m coming back, baby,” Jase promised, and grabbed a condom, rolling it on before he climbed up my body, linking his fingers with mine and holding them over my head. As he slowly slid his cock into me, I sighed and wrapped my legs around him, arching up. He slammed into me repeatedly. This time sex was rawer and more animalistic than it ever had been, and I didn’t think I could love him more.

“Jase,” I rasped. “I…” I came undone and Jase kissed me, releasing one of my hands to stroke my neck as we climaxed, and anchored me to him as he rolled us to the side.

His hand cupped my bottom and he kissed my temple. “So much wasted time.”

I stroked his beard. “Shh, baby, we’re making up for it.”

“Not fast enough,” he complained.

“Well, that’s on you, bub.”

“You wanna keep bustin’ my balls, Cricket?” he asked, slapping my bottom.

“Yes.” I shifted so I was straddling him and cupped his face. “If it means I get more of that.”

“I love that you like it dirty, baby.” He slid his hand between us and thumbed my clit.

“Hell, yes, I do.” I dropped my head back and rocked against him.

“Grab the headboard, Cricket.”

I did as I was told, and he slid down, so his face was between my legs, lifting his head up so his mouth covered my core. I pressed my body down, but he gripped my hips and anchored me where he wanted me. I tried to move, but he was stronger than me, and he held firm, his tongue sliding in deeper and deeper.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby,” he rasped, and sucked my clit.

“Again, that’s on you, bub,” I retorted.

He chuckled and slid out from under me, shifting me so I was on all fours. “Cheek to the mattress, Cricket.”

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