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He lifts my hips enough that he can undo his zipper and slides them down, freeing his thick cock. Within seconds, I remove my thong and lift my skirt.

I hover over him, his eyes locked on mine, and my heart flutters.

“Ride me, baby. Show me how badly you needed it.”

Easing my way onto him, I relish the slow stretch as he fills me. Our heavy breaths blend with the low bass of the song streaming through the speakers.

“Fuuuck,” I whimper and lean in to kiss him. Our tongues tangle as I slowly begin to rock my hips.

“You feel like heaven,” Nate says as his hands grip my hips once more. I steady myself, using his strong shoulders as he begins to take over and thrusts up into me. I swear I lose my breath the instant his thick cock hits that perfect spot.

“Oh... Yesss. That’s it, babe, right there,” I moan when his hips maintain a relentless speed that has me on edge within minutes.

“Come for me, gorgeous.” His hands abandon my hips and cup my cheeks, his hazel eyes locking onto mine. He’s so fucking perfect… My whole body clenches, and I fall into bliss, crying out his name.

“I love you so damn much, BB.”

“I love you, to?—”

I wake up, gasping for air. What the hell was that?

My racing heart and aching pussy know damn well what that was.

Ugh.I audibly groan, flip over, and yell into my pillow.

He’s slowly consuming my every thought, and I don’t know how much more I can take before I break.

Clearly, my body is ready... But is my heart?

The chime of a text message shakes me from my internal battle.

Carter

My morning workout ran a little over, so I’ll be a few min late. See you soon B.

Me

No worries, leaving my place in a few.

Damn, I never oversleep, and according to my clock, I should have been dressed and out the door five minutes ago.

Hopping out of bed, I rush to get ready. I take the quickest cold shower known to man, but even the cool water can't calm my heated skin.Every swipe of the washcloth has my body begging to be touched, and not by my own hands.

Shit, how am I supposed to sit through a breakfast with another man after that?

Guess there’s only one way to find out.

I practically run from the parking lot to the café, knowing I'm already late and he’ll be waiting for me. As soon as I walk through the doors, I spot him sitting in a booth in the back. His big frame is hard to miss.

Carter’s face lights up with a smile when I approach. He stands and kisses me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I should be melting in his embrace, but instead, my mind flits to my dream in the backseat of a familiar pickup.

“This is exactly what I needed before we head out,” he says, still sporting a goofy grin as we sit down.

“Aw, glad I could be of service,” I tease, trying to keep things light. “That means you owe me a big play in Georgia.”

“Anything for you, B.” He grabs my hand across the table and squeezes it gently. His touch is comforting, friendly even…but not the one I'm subconsciously craving.

We take a few minutes to look over the menu, but considering this is one of my favorite places to eat off campus, I already know what I'm ordering.

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