Page 1 of Speed Crush

Chapter 1

Wet Dream

Noah

Herbodyridemelike a dream—literally.

Thighs locked around my waist, ass bouncing against my lap, breasts spilling out of a tank top as she moves—like she knows exactly how to grind out every drop of sanity I have left.

A hot welcoming mess for me. And I’m buried deep, desperate for her.

Soft everywhere I want to grip. Full lips, flushed skin, curves that bounce when I slam into her.

She cries out, arching into it. Head tossed back. Lips parted. The kind of woman who doesn’t hold back. Who wants everything.

Not one sharp edge. Not one bony angle.

She’s nothing like the women I’m used to in my world—the hollow-cheeked, salad-picking, “don’t touch my hair” kind of perfect.

Models. PR girls. Grid-side trophy dates with waists the size of my forearm and smiles that don’t reach their eyes.

But her?

She’s a feast. A damn storm.

And when she clenches around me, when I feel her hit that edge—

I let go. Hard.

Chest straining. Muscles locked. Her name on my tongue—

Only, I don’t even know her name.

I bolt upright, breaths ragged, sheets tangled, boxers soaked.

Wet dream. At twenty-eight.

Seriously?

I drop back into the pillow and stare at the ceiling.

“Perfect,” I mutter, palming the ache still thudding between my legs.

Eight Hours Later – Sugar Mill Lofts, Cedar Falls

I glance up at the historic brick building in front of me. Candy Jar, Sugar Mill Lofts. Cute names.

I've heard all about this place over the years—the kitchen where Lily built her empire, and the upstairs lofts she carved into modern escapes she rents out to tourists.

Levi, my college roommate, told me Candy Jar was where he first met Lily in their teens—a meet-cute wrapped in sugar and sarcasm.

Long before it became the heart of the town, it was just the place where he fell hard for his best friend.

Even back then, in our dorms, Lily was always showing up in our late-night chats—former Wall Street trader who left the game to run a candy empire. She’s brilliant, cutthroat, totally out of Levi’s league.

I’ve met her plenty of times over the years, and I was best man at their wedding two years ago. She's sharp, hilarious, a little terrifying—and exactly perfect for him.

I’m happy for them. Maybe a little envious, too.

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