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“I told her not to do it,” the other man said.

“But she did, right? She totally did.”

They shifted so they were both angled toward the lobby. But all the one farther from us had to do was peer into the gap behind the tree and he’d be able to see us.

All either of them had to do was turn and they would see my boss devouring my pussy right there behind the—

“Look at me,” Jamie whispered again.

I looked down, and when I did, I discovered that Jamie had been holding back. Because the moment my eyes met his, he slid his thick fingers back inside of me and suddenly tongued me so fast that my orgasm rushed from nowhere, pulsing in hot, almost painfully intense waves. I let out a sound behind his hand, but he clamped his fingers firmly against my lips, pressing my head hard against the wall. It was my only anchor as I bucked against Jamie, soaking his face, spasming with the hardest, strongest orgasm of my life, his name trapped in my mouth behind his hand.

When the waves finally ebbed, Jamie stood up, licking his lips as he leaned in. “Good girl,” he whispered, making me shudder all over again.

The men were still there, still talking, as Jamie kissed me again.

I could taste myself on his tongue.

Then he pulled me to the other wall, fully out of sight.

I let out a breath I’d been holding since I came.

“I’m going to take you to your room now, honey. I need you to come again, and I want to see all of you when you do.”

I was still breathing hard, my chest heaving.

But I shook my head. “No.”

CHAPTER11

Jamie

“No?” For a moment, my stomach seized. No? I had to fuck her. Sarah’s pussy had been so fucking delicious, her orgasm quite literally spurting into my mouth. I was consumed with her.

I would die if I couldn’t fuck her.

On the other side of the tree, the guys at the door laughed. Fitting.

I would also do whatever she wanted me to, of course. I’d survive. I’d survived a year of wanting her without ever imagining I’d get to have her. It would be the hardest thing I’d ever done now that I’d gotten a taste, and now that I knew how beautifully she came, how responsive she was to my touch.

But a smile curved at the corner of Sarah’s lips, along with a naughty flicker in her gaze. She whispered in my ear, “No, I don’t want to go to my room. I want it here.”

My dick, already strained, ached painfully as it grew even harder. I groaned, kissing her neck, tonguing the shell of her ear like I had her gorgeous pussy a moment ago. Could I die from a too-hard cock? If I didn’t, I was going to come like this, with my tongue in her ear, her hands sliding down my front to my belt.

“I don’t have a condom,” I said, pulling away. I met her eyes. “I got checked after the last time I was with someone. And I can’t get you pregnant. I got snipped years ago. But you might feel better…”

She shook her head. “I can’t get pregnant anyway,” she said. Then she pressed her pelvis against mine. She’d dropped her dress again, but the thought of her sliding her wet pussy against my dick momentarily distracted me. Pleasure rolled from my cock until she pulled back again.

Only then did I pause at her words.

She couldn’t get pregnant.

It should have been a relief. But her getting pregnant was only one way to have a child. She told me she was happy without them, but… what if she changed her mind?

Calm the fuck down, Reilly.This was a good time at a work conference, that was all. I’d done it before. But the thought of this being only a good time… it made me feel hollow.

“Jamie, don’t overthink this,” she said, reading my mind. “Don’t do it, or else I will, too. It’s just this weekend. We’re away from home. It doesn’t count.”

I laughed softly. But she was right—I needed to shut off my brain. I might have to leave everything and camp out on my land like a fucking hermit after this to keep from chasing her down, but I wanted this. I needed this.

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