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She raised herself up on her knees and positioned herself over me, sliding down so very slowly. I wasn’t sure if it was her expression of ecstasy or the sensation of her squeezing my cock as tightly as she was that had me closing my eyes and reciting the alphabet like a teenager trying not to blow his load at his first look at a naked girl.

I gulped down a breath and opened my eyes to find her staring right back at me.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she said, panic flitting across her face.

I tightened my grip on her hips. There was no fucking way I was going to let her regret what we’d done. It was too fucking perfect and tonight wouldn’t be enough. I knew that already. “Shhh,” I said. “Relax.”

“It’s so good. I can’t take it.” Relief shivered up my body that she wasn’t having a change of heart. I slipped my hands around to her back and coaxed her to lean forward. I tried to ignore the sensation of her body covering mine, her hard nipples pressing against me. I held her and began to move beneath her, pulling out and pressing in while she knelt over me. She whimpered into my chest as I slid in as deep as I could go. Her cries turned to moans.

Fuck, why had we waited so long? All that wasted time we’d spent talking when we could have been naked and fucking. My fingers dug into her arse cheeks, and she began to match my movements. She was so fucking perfect. She knew exactly what made me feel good, what worked for her.

Her body swayed and she collapsed against me, her muscles weakening as her moans grew stronger. But I couldn’t stop, so I rolled over and pushed in again, earning a fresh cry of pleasure from Truly as she wrapped her legs around me.

“I fucking love your sounds,” I spat through gritted teeth. “Like you can’t get enough.” I slammed into her again, and she arched her back, her nails biting into my shoulders as her orgasm claimed her. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I kept fucking and fucking, the orgasm that I’d been holding off since ten seconds after my last one building and building.

Truly opened her sleepy eyes and it was her small grin that did it. That secret look she gave me, like I was the best man to ever know her, pushed me over the edge. I thrust once more, pushing into her, closing any gaps between us.





Twenty-One





Truly


I put on the hand brake and checked my hair in the rearview mirror, twisting it up into a clip. I tilted my head, taking in the bruise just below my ear. Shit. I pulled out the clip and let my hair fall loose.

I closed my eyes, remembered the way Noah’s teeth felt. I’d bet those half-moon bruises covered my entire body. He’d been rougher, needier than I’d expected last night, as if he’d been storing up all his sexual energy and had unleashed it on me in several hours of casual sex that had felt anything but casual.

I hadn’t expected it to be so good, so intense, and passionate. I just hoped I’d survive whatever we’d agreed to last night. I needed to focus on the physical. Put him in a box along with other men who couldn’t hurt me because I didn’t care enough.

I’d kicked him out after my third orgasm. It’d been late, I’d been exhausted, and I hadn’t wanted him to tell me he was leaving.

He’d not argued, probably thankful that I had no expectation he’d stay.

No sleepovers should be rule number seven.

This morning I’d woken, my head fuzzy from lack of sleep but my thoughts full of him. What I needed was distraction. Since Abigail had been put on bedrest, I’d not visited the spinal injuries center. So here I was, ready to have my focus pulled away from what didn’t matter to what did—these kids, the foundation, my work.

I opened the car door and headed to the sliding doors of the entrance. The office would wait. I didn’t have any Abi-related tasks until a lunch on Wednesday. My number two had stepped up and exceeded my expectations, and for the first time in months, I was confident that the foundation could survive without me for a couple of hours.

“Hey, Maggie,” I called as one of the nurses passed me in the corridor.

“Good to see you, Truly. Theo’s been asking after you.”

“I’ll make him my first stop.” I was going to go straight to the activities center, but the thought of Theo had me headed right to the ward.

I squeezed the sanitizing gel from its holder at the entrance at the exact moment my phone began to buzz from the depths of my bag. I balanced the gel in one hand while fishing for my phone with the other. Finally, I found it.

Noah. What could he want? “Hey,” I answered, tucking the handset under my chin and rubbing the sanitizer between my hands.

“How are you this morning?”

Did he feel obligated to check up on me and my feelings? “Fine. Just about to go into the center,” I said.

“Right,” he said. “That’s actually what I’m calling about. I was wondering if you’d mind if I connected with the medical head there. I’ve been looking into the epidural stimulation thing Abigail mentioned, and I wanted to ask them some questions about their current solutions and what’s on their horizon.”

So, he hadn’t been calling to check on me at all. He was all business. Which was good, obviously, because I didn’t need my hand held. “Why would I mind? I can introduce you if you’d like.”

“That would be great.” His grin echoed down the phone. “If you’re there already, I could come now.”