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Before I greedily initiated anything else, I reached for him, whispering against his mouth.

“Truth or dare?”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Arna

“Arna.” Andy’s morning cadence eased through my sleepy haze.

His soft whisperings carried through me and while it wasn’t the worst way to be woken, I reached for the blanket sitting low on my waist in an attempt to hide. I was not ready to leave behind the satiated bubble following last night. After we got out of the spa, we showered and fell into bed, again losing ourselves in each other, until even Barbara was begging for a break. We shared murmurings of our favourite things, our bucket list dreams and where we would be if we could chooseanother life. In the early hours of the morning, we regrettably succumbed to sleep, our shared secrets and passions dancing around us like an early morning fog.

It was obvious there had been a shift since our date, however, this was another change in whatever this was between us although neither of us was brave enough to verbalise what that was.

The first two times we were together were hot and passionate, matching our quick attraction and fiery banter. The latter two felt more intimate. There was deeper eye contact matching a slower tempo. There was no rush, no urgency, only the motivation to explore and discover. The pads of his fingers traced me – memorising a path designed only for them and as our bodies moved in sync, there were so many words left unsaid. Like a finale on the stage where the fatigue of overexertion drove every move you made.

“Arns, wake up. Serg is here.” He again murmured and I reluctantly opened one eye to find him hovering above me. “Not a morning person, huh?” He chuckled and I made a less than attractive sound which told him, in no uncertain terms, to leave me alone. Taking hold of my hands, he pulled me up into a seated position. “Come on, sleepy head.”

“But your apartment is so clean and comfortable. And you’re here.” I whined, stretching my arms above my head and yawning. I knew why he was waking me at this ungodly hour. I needed to leave or risk the paparazzi obtaining photographs which was the last thing either of us wanted or needed. Andy took advantage of my still naked form and pressed a kiss to each of my breasts. I held his head to my chest and fell back, taking him with me, and his hands shot out to catch himself as he chuckled again.

“Keep going and I’m going to take you again before you go.” He avowed cheekily, a minor hint of the dominance I saw last night in his threat.

Pressing my hips up invitingly, I teased, “I think you should definitely do that.”

The thought alone was enough to wake me right up and I frowned when Andy pushed himself off me and stood at the end of the bed in a pair of shorts he most definitely was not wearing when we went to sleep.

“If only. I’m going to have Serg take you home then I have to hit the gym.” He looked genuinely remorseful and I rolled my eyes petulantly before kicking the blanket off entirely and throwing my legs over the side of his bed.

“Finnnneeee.” I stood and quickly threw my shirt over my head, glancing over my shoulder to see Andy watching me, a hungry look on his face.

“Hurry up, woman, my patience is only so strong.” He said clearly conflicted.

Walking towards him, I reached up onto my toes, still wearing nothing other than my shirt and planted a kiss on his lips teasingly.

“I guess I will just have to go home and sort myself out then.” I whispered into his mouth.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He uttered before hoisting me up, allowing me to lock my ankles around his back as he walked me into the wall. “You’re killing me.” He moved me ever so slightly to the right as he reefed open a draw and grabbed the small foil packet, groaning as he pulled his shorts down and freed his already hard dick. “Hold on.” He gritted as he released his hold on me just enough to put the condom on before looking back at me, a mixture of hunger and something else I couldn’t quite name.

“I’m not even sor –” My words fell short as he pressed himself into me, nuzzling his face into my neck, giving me exactly what I was craving, only a few hours after my last fix.

All I could do was hold on as he viciously moved in and out of me, sending bolts of pleasure throughout my body until the familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach took hold. I felt insatiable when he was near, always ready and always willing, like he held the key to my ignition.

“Never felt anything like you.” He said against my skin as he continued to give both of us what we craved. There was nothing soft or slow about how we weretakingright now. I clawed into his back and his hands gripped my arse harder as he drove into me forcefully. The sounds of our moans combining with the noises of our bodies pressing together.

“Ohhh, fuuuccckkk.” I screamed as waves of euphoria surged through me, encouraged by him growling into my neck with his own pleasure.

I kissed his forehead, sighing with repletion as I tasted the salty sweat which now lined his skin as he ceased his movements and let out a deep breath.

“Oops.” I said coyly, gripping his arms to steady myself as I slid down his body.

Placing a kiss firmly on my mouth he shook his head. “Get your clothes before we never leave this apartment.”

It was still dark when we stepped outside to find Sergio parked close. Andy walked ahead briskly, his hand firmly holding my own as he opened the car door. Just before stepping inside, I leant back and waited. Andy looked around, as if confirming we were still alone, before pressing a brief kiss to my mouth and patting me on the backside. I knew this public show of affection was a big step for him, so I didn’t take advantage of what he was offering – returning the chaste farewell before stepping into the car. He closed the door, tapping the hood once before Serg took off and I was left smiling warmly at a cascade of memories which all involved Andy.

I woke for the second time that day to the sun blaring through the windows, having risen long ago. Rummaging on my nightstand for my phone, I screeched when I saw the time. I was supposed to be at work three freaking hours ago.

Opening my emails, I shot Darren a message, apologising for my tardiness and committing to stay back to complete my designated work and hours. Showering in record time, I hauled arse to work.

Last night felt a million miles away, yet the quiet pinch between my legs as I walked reminded me it wasn’t a fantasy and I had in fact done the horizontal dance with Andy. Repeatedly.

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