“Don’t move.” His voice came out almost a croak as he inched closer.

His finger traced the line down her ass, along the seam of her sex, sinking into the hot wet heat of her. She pushed back against him—clearly, she was no good at taking orders.

Lowering his head, he bit the curve of her ass cheek. She peered over her shoulder at him. “Ouch. What was that for?”

“I told you not to move.”

“I’m not one of your goddamn soldiers.”

He grinned. “Thank God. Or this would be extremely inappropriate.”

He licked the spot he’d bitten, then gave in to temptation and nuzzled between her thighs, breathing in the hot, musky scent of excited woman.

He was tempted to spend longer, but with this woman, he couldn’t help the feeling that something else might come along and interrupt them. He was conscious of the baby monitor beside the bed, but even Lulu wouldn’t be cruel enough to butt in on them now.

Just let him get inside her once. Was that too much to ask? He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth then rolled it down over his length, wincing because he was so sensitive. And he was ready. More than ready.

He shuffled closer, rested one palm against her ass then slid it lower to curve around her inner thigh. He repeated the process with the other thigh, parting them farther so he could see her pussy. Pink and glistening; she wanted him, and that was such a turn-on.

He released one thigh, cupped her sex, curled his fingers so they slid inside her, and then traced them upward until her found her clit. He teased her with his fingertip, drawing circles around the little bundle of nerves until her hips were jerking up toward him and her thighs were parting wider.

He was going to last no time at all. And he didn’t give a fuck. There would be time later for long and slow.

He took his dick in his hand, aimed it at the exact spot he needed to be, then he steadied her with one hand curled around her hip and plunged deep inside her. She went down on her elbows, her ass lifting higher into the air. And she was tight, and hot and all slippery and welcoming. He paused as deep inside as he could go, kept one hand on her hip and slipped through the curls between her thighs with the other. He found her clit again, all swollen and needy, and stroked his fingers over her. She groaned, and he massaged the little bundle, hard then soft. When her hips were pushing against him, he withdrew, the grasp of her tight inner walls nearly pushing him over the edge, and he gritted his teeth and shoved back in hard. Then again and again, until he was moving easier inside her.

He held tight onto his control, because while this was not going to take long, no way was he coming until she did.

When he’d got a rhythm going, he turned his attention to her clit, rubbing it with his fingers, pressing hard then light, until little whimpering moans were coming from her, driving him crazy. The pressure was building in his balls, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He circled her once more then pinched her clit between his thumb and finger while he shoved in hard. Then again, and he felt her come apart beneath him. She threw back her head and screamed. At the same time, her pussy wrapped tight around him, and he released the last of his control and came a second later, pumping into her. She bucked her hips, and he pinched her clit again, and she collapsed to the bed beneath him. He crashed down with her, pushing her to the mattress, still pumping, as he buried his head in the curve where her shoulder met her neck, biting down on the soft skin, and she went still beneath him.

Finally, he was empty, his cock lodged deep inside. He didn’t want to move, but he was probably squashing her, though she hadn’t complained yet. Pulling out, he rolled onto his back and lay staring up at the ceiling while his breath returned to normal and his brain started to function again.

He glanced sideways to where the baby monitor lay, still silent. Christ, if Darcy’s screams hadn’t awakened Lulu, nothing would.

“Next time, we gag you.”

She rolled over so she lay on her side, face-to-face with him. Her eyes were dark, her skin flushed, her lips red. “Who says there will be a next time?”

“I do. Once was definitely not enough.”

“I’m not sure I could move right now, even if I wanted to.”

“Then don’t. Stay there.”

He rolled to his feet and headed into the small ensuite bathroom. After disposing of the condom, he washed his hands and splashed water over his face. When he returned to the bedroom, she was still lying on her side, naked, and so beautiful his chest ached and his dick twitched.

“You want a drink?”

“Beer?”

“Give me a second.” He tiptoed past Lulu’s room—all was quiet—then padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, doing his best to overlook the mess, though it was hard to ignore. It looked like every utensil in the place had been dipped in food and thrown at the walls. He grabbed two beers from the fridge, knocked off the tops, and headed back. She was sitting up in bed, the sheet pulled over her—he’d preferred the view from before, but at least she was still in the bed. He’d half expected her to be up and dressed, with an excuse on her lips as to why she had to go. She was more defensive than he was and that was pretty impressive.

He handed her a beer and slipped under the sheet beside her, and for a minute they drank in almost companionable silence. He cast her a sideways glance. The sheet was tucked under her armpits, and he wanted to see her breasts. He reached across and gave it a tug.

“Hey.”

“I like your breasts. Do you know how long it’s been since I sat this close to a pair of naked breasts?”

She cast him a glance, though her expression was amused. She looked as relaxed as he felt. They’d both needed this. They were just friends doing each other a favor. No harm, no foul. “I have no clue.”