Page 163 of The Fake Date Agreement

She releases a soft breath. “I can’t concentrate when you touch me like that.”

My smile grows. “Then I’m doing something right.”

I brush my thumb against her swollen clit, and she widens her legs automatically.

And I see up her skirt. See everything. Swollen, plump nub, and the pink pussy lips I’m dragging my thumb through.

Shit.

“We need to get up off this floor,” I say, my eyes on her pussy and damp inner thighs.

She doesn’t respond.

My eyes flick to hers.

She has her head back, breathing hard, one hand cupping and squeezing her right breast as she rocks her hips in time to my caress. She has her other hand tight around my cock.

And it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

I touch her again, stroking her until she scoots closer. My dick bumps her bare hip, leaving a smear of precum on her skin. I need to be inside her soon.

She pumps my cock as my eyes return to my fingers between her thighs, brushing her clit as she makes soft sounds of pleasure and leans into my touch.

We’re working at the same rhythm. She’s stroking me as I slide my finger deeper. Is she imagining it’s my cock sliding inside her?

I fucking hope she is.

When her breathing changes, I increase the pace as I finger fuck her.

“No. I need to feel you inside me,” she whimpers. “Please, Javier. I need you now.”

I yank my hand from between her thighs and gather her up, dragging her skirt down her legs and ripping my clothes off my overheated body as we fall onto the bed. She gets on top to shrug out of her blouse, but she stays there, legs wide, straddling me. She’s looking like she wants to ride me. Whatever she wants is hers.

I’m panting, desperate to give us what we need.

I reach into the drawer for a condom.

There’s nothing there.

I curse.

I drag my pants closer, fumble for my wallet, and empty the thing on the bed.

No condom.

“Javier?” she whispers. “What is it?”

I stare up at her as I try to think.

She’s straddling me, sitting on my belly, and all I need to do is slide her back an inch, and I’d be buried inside her. Fuck. I can’t think what to do.

Where’s the nearest store?

Can I text one of the guys?

Maybe knock on doors in the hallway, hoping someone has a condom?

Do I want them to know I have Tobie naked in my bed?

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