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He doesn’t say anything as he sits back on his heels with my spread legs hooked over his thighs and presses the head of his cock against my opening. We still can’t see each other. The blackout curtains of the hotel room are doing their job, so it’s like this bubble we are in right now is the only thing that exists in this world.

Just he and I.

Just this.

I grasp his forearms and urge him forward until he’s seated completely inside of me and his hands are braced on the bed, on either side of my head.

He moves his hips slowly at first, sinking deep and pulling out… sinking deep then pulling out.

We shift a bit until my left leg can hook over his shoulder, and that only sends him deeper. He picks up speed and with each powerful thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin overtakes the music. It’s even better.

Our mouths find each other in the darkness and he sinks his teeth into my lower lip. His movements are so powerful and all consuming. Just when I think he’s about to come, he flips us over, like I weigh nothing at all.

With his big hands clasping at my waist, I balance myself with my palms on his chest and begin to ride. It doesn’t take us longto find a rhythm … and once we find that, my orgasm starts creeping up my toes, curling them under. I’m so close.

I want to come with him.

He must read my mind because he sits up so we are nose-to-nose and helps me start grinding down onto him as he pumps from underneath.

That’s all it takes.

He comes inside of me with a gruff moan just as I begin to squeeze and contract around his cock. The wave washes over me over and over again. I can’t help but giggle because…wow. He pushes my hair from my face and lays the softest of kisses to my lips.

We stay just as we are, connected with me in his lap until our breathing returns to normal and he’s gone soft inside of me.

Still, no one speaks as we settle back under the sheets, this time, wrapped in one another.

And soon, we are both fast asleep.

Being together feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Chapter 7

Ash

I can still feelher warmth surrounding me. I can still hear her soft moans and breaths in my ear when she tightened around me and came. I can still hear the gentle giggle that left her mouth when we’d finished.

Even now, as I stand in the shower with my head under the spray and my hands on the tiled wall, I may as well still be in that bed with her. It’s branded into my psyche. I’ll never forget it as long as I live.

But this changes things.

Hell, it changes everything.

I don’t even know if she’ll want to work for us anymore. She may wake up this morning with a list of regrets a mile long and demand I take her back home and never speak to her ever again.

Or she may assume right away that we are in a relationship, but that’s not healthy either, not without some kind of conversation.

Fuck, everything about this is inappropriate. We have to talk. Sooner rather than later.

I step out of the shower, towel off quickly, then pull on my boxer briefs and jeans.

When I open the door to leave the bathroom, Wren is still lying in bed, covered only by the cheap, white sheets, but her eyes are open… and she immediately smiles when she sees me.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hi,” I say in return. I stay on the other side of the room, even though my instincts and desire are to gather her up in my arms and hold her. Now that I know what it feels like, I want more of it.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she asks, holding out her hand to me, beckoning me toward her.

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