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Her sweet groans of pleasure drifted over me, bringing me close to the edge myself.

"Oh, Jack," she softly pleaded. "Jack." She reached down and tangled her fingers in my hair as she bucked against my mouth and hand. Her pussy streamed with hot pleasure as she shuddered and mewled with ecstasy.

"Here, Jack," she said weakly. "I need you here."

I pushed up and leaned down over her. She smiled teasingly up at me, the blush of orgasm still pink on her skin. "I can only assume Bronx Devlin has some protection in his nightstand."

"Protection, right." I clumsily, frantically fished around in my nightstand drawer. I was 'suited up' before I could take another breath. I wasted no time. I pushed my hand beneath her ass, lifted her higher to meet my cock. She gasped and moaned as I slid into her.

"God, you feel amazing," I grunted, then pumped into her, slowly at first, then faster and harder. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she wrapped her legs around my body to take in more of me. It took only seconds before she had milked me to climax with her hot, tight pussy.

The heat of our bodies circled around us as I collapsed to the side and pulled her against me.

She rested her head on my chest and sighed. "Let's not talk right now, Jack. Let's just hold each other and pretend that we're in an entirely different life. Two strangers who met at a bar or wedding and who were instantly so attracted to each other, they had to fall into bed. No thoughts, no regrets, no words . . ." Even the sound of her yawn made me love her. It was vulnerable and funny and squeaky. "No words right now." Her words trailed off, and she relaxed against me as she fell fast asleep.

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I'd slept off and on until moonlight poked through the blinds in my room. I was still reeling from the notion that I had Layla in my arms. I was bathed in her scent. Every time she stirred or made some adorable sound in her sleep, my heart raced so that I couldn't fall back asleep. I didn't want to miss a minute of having her. I wasn't sure if this was just a fleeting moment of weakness between us or if the dynamics of our relationship had changed. I was hoping it was the latter, but I was sure it was wishful thinking. A relationship with Layla was still fraught with complications. There were too many people who would view it as a betrayal.

A lyrical little sigh ushered from Layla's lips. She wriggled closer to me and pressed her naked breasts against me. I turned to cradle her in my arms, wrapping myself around her completely.

Long lashes fluttered over her cheeks as she lifted her face, waiting for a kiss. My mouth pushed down over hers. I loosened my hold on her and stroked my hand along her back and over her perfectly round ass. I continued on between her legs. She instantly pushed her bottom out so my fingers could penetrate her from behind.

"Fuck yes," she whispered against my mouth. Her hand wrapped around my already solid erection. She stroked me, making sure to finish each movement by rubbing her thumb around the moisture on the tip of my cock.

Layla pushed against me, signaling that she wanted me on my back. She pushed up, her big brown eyes now open and glittering with need. She straddled me. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she lowered her mouth over mine. Her tongue danced inside my mouth as she settled her pussy down over my waiting cock.

"Jack . . ." She pushed to sitting, bracing her hands on my chest, so she could swallow up more of me. The bed creaked and clanged against the wall as she rode me, harder and harder, impaling herself with my cock, over and over again. Her head leaned back and her breasts bounced and shimmied with each movement. I lifted my ass off the bed to meet her. This time, we hadn't bothered with the condom, and it was that much better.

Her fingers dug into me. Her breaths came in short spurts as she writhed over me, taking me in, stroking my cock with her tight pussy. Her movements quickened and her head lulled back until her cries of pleasure filled the room. I continued pumping into her, keeping the waves rolling, never wanting the whole fucking thing to end. She was too tight, too delectable. My body tightened, and I came in clenching waves.

Another seductive sigh and she crumpled down over me, exhausted and satisfied and content. That was exactly what I was feeling, and it had been a long damn time of wanting this too.

I stayed inside of her. Pulling out now would have been useless. The deed had been done. I stroked her hair and back. "Sorry I didn't put on a condom, but I was sort of taken by surprise," I teased.

She lifted up onto her forearms and gazed at me with a teasing twinkle. "Couldn't have been too much of a surprise considering your fingers were inside of me." She kissed my chest. "Besides, I'm on birth control. The first time, I was just testing to see if it was true that Bronx Devlin kept a supply of condoms near his bed." She leaned over and pulled open the drawer. "Yep, the full assortment I see."

She positioned herself over me again.

"So, it was some kind of a test, eh?"

"Exactly," she said with a nod that dropped a dark gold strand of hair over her forehead. I reached up and pushed it back. She took hold of my wrist and kissed my palm. I could still feel the warmth of it long after she pulled her lips away.

"I'm confused," I said. "Did I pass or fail the test with my on hand supply?"

"Hmm." She rolled off of me and curled against me. "A little of both. I'm glad you're responsible when it comes to sex, but I'm disappointed, no that's not the word, jealous about the thought of you having other women in this bed."

I laughed. "Oh, I see. We made a pact not to see each other, but in the meantime, I was supposed to practice celibacy." I turned to face her.

"That's right. Nothing wrong with celibacy, unless, you know, it's my head on this pillow. Then, I think all bets are off on the celibacy thing."

"That's good because frankly now that I've had your head on that pillow, I think I'm sort of hooked. Who am I kidding? You hooked me a long time ago, back on that little island." I reached up and pushed more hair off her face. I couldn't keep myself from touching her.

She nestled closer to me, and I wrapped my arms around her. She pressed her face into my chest. I wondered, with her medical training, if she could hear the impact her nearness was having on my heart rate. The room fell quiet, just the sound of our nearly synchronized breathing. My lids felt heavy, and it seemed I would finally clear the excited adrenaline from my body and sink into a deep sleep. Layla was both an elixir and a stimulant. I was both relaxed and pulsing with energy. All of it was still too surreal, or at least it was until some very real tears wet my chest. Her body jerked slightly and sniffles followed.

I released my hold on her and backed my chest from her face. "Layla?"

She didn't lift her face but another sniffle followed. This one included a discreet wipe of her eye.

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