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“Fuck,” he says. He slaps my ass hard before he collapses on top of me, his sweaty body on top of mine. He rolls me over and wraps me in his arms, both of us gasping for breath. He kisses my forehead, cheeks, and lips before standing up. He offers me his hand and we both walk into my bathroom together.

When we finish cleaning up, we return to the bed and lie with our legs intertwined, my head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

We lie there for what seems like forever, neither one of us saying a word as he runs his fingers through my messy hair. Every few seconds, he kisses my temple as if he’s been doing it forever. I finally start to stroke his chiseled abs with my fingers. He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips, but it soon turns passionate. As soon as his hot tongue enters my mouth, I climb on top of his muscular frame, grinding my once again wet pussy on his stomach.

We never stop kissing. Not when he reaches over for another condom. Not when he puts it on. Not when I climb on top of him, sinking onto his dick. And not when we both cry out in ecstasy.

CHAPTER 14

SANDY

Instead of the warm, chiseled abs I spent all night rubbing, I’m met with cold sheets, but the noise coming from downstairs tells me exactly where my houseguest is.

I sit up and take note of my naked body, the soreness between my legs, the clothes scattered across the floor in my bedroom and realize that last night was a reality. I find my way into the bathroom and stand in front of my mirror. My hair isa wild mess. There’s a bite mark on my collarbone, and to the untrained eye, my lips look normal, but to me, they are slightly swollen from Jake’s passionate kisses.

I’ve been with men before. I was in a relationship with someone for two years, and while the sex was fine, it always lacked passion and a certain level of intimacy, which prior to last night I mistakenly thought was normal.

Last night revealed a level of passion, desire, and feeling I thought existed only in movies and books. I know what we had last night is rare, something that precious few find, but for one night I had it.

I wash my face and return to my room. The clothes are still scattered about but Jake is nowhere in sight. I hear some muffled talk and quickly grab my robe, covering my naked body.

Loud female laughter fills the house as soon as I step out into the upstairs hallway. Tash laughs again, as does Jake.

“A little milk and just a pinch of sugar,” I hear my sister say as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Their backs are turned to me as Jake, who is wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, pours coffee into my favorite mug. I admire the defined muscles on his back as he follows Tash’s instructions and adds milk and sugar into the mug. They both turn to face me when I clear my throat.

Jake's eyes land on mine immediately, and just like I did last night, I feel wanted. I drop my gaze from his eyes only to admire his broad chest and toned stomach. He extends the mug toward me, and I take two steps closer to him and reach for it. He pulls me to him and puts an arm across my shoulder. He leans down, and as if he’s been doing it for years, drops a kiss on my temple. On instinct, I stroke his abs while I sip my coffee.

“Well, good morning,” Tash says way too loudly, smiling as wide as possible. She looks from me to him and back again.

“Morning,” I respond.

“I, ah, brought you breakfast.” She points to several containers on the table. “We’re having breakfast with my in-laws this morning, but I didn’t want to leave you starving. Besides, I wanted to see how your date went last night.” The knowing smirk on her face tells me she knows exactly how my date went last night.

I give her a questioning look, but I remain quiet. I usually tag along when she has meals with her in-laws, so this makes no sense. I raise my eyebrows at her and she just smiles. Jake, on the other hand, snorts loudly.

“It didn’t end well for the other guy, that’s for sure,” he mutters as he pulls me close.

“Dinner tonight. Just bring yourselves. See you later, Jake.” She’s out the door before I can say a word.

Jake busies himself as he fills his own mug with coffee, while I get plates and utensils.

“We have to eat quickly, Dee. I need to get home and walk the dogs. Just bring your clothes and you can shower at my place. No time for you to shower here.” He walks over and takes a seat, pulling me so that I’m sitting on his lap. He wraps an arm around my waist, holding me to him.

“Go to your place? You have dogs?” Jesus, I sound stupid.

“Yes and yes. We have to talk, remember?” Tash brought over two omelets and enough bacon for ten people. Jake puts both omelets on one plate and shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Talk? We don’t need to talk. Last night can be a one-time thing. Not that I do that kind of thing. I’m not the type who goes around having random one night stands, but I can do it this one time. Whatever it is you want to tell me is really none of my business.” As if he didn’t hear me, he pulls the collar of my robe to the side and plants a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

“I told you last night that if we slept together, I wasn’t going to let you push me away.” I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a big piece of omelet in it. I’m suddenly reminded of how hungry I am. I barely ate last night after Jake left the restaurant. My stomach growls loudly, and he feeds me again while he slides his warm hand inside my robe and strokes my naked stomach. If I were wearing panties, they’d be soaking wet by now.

We eat in silence for several minutes, him feeding me and me letting him. When we’re done, he helps me clear the table and wash the dishes.

“Do you need me to help you pack a bag?”

“Um, no. Last night was great, but let’s just leave it for what it was.”

“What was it?”

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