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He helps me tug his jeans down just enough, his cock springing free.
Hard and hot against my thigh.
My breath catches in my throat at the sheer intensity of the moment, the raw desire between us almost overwhelming.
“Turn around,” he commands, his voice a low growl.
I obey, my hands bracing against the sink as I feel his fingers slide between my thighs, teasing me, testing my readiness.
The sensation sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I bite back a moan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, positioning himself at my entrance. “So perfect.”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “Please, Spark. I need you now.”
He thrusts into me, and I cry out, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain.
He doesn’t wait, doesn’t hold back.
His movements are fast and hard, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me.
The tiles are cold beneath my palms, but all I can focus on is him, the way he feels inside me, the way he makes me feel alive.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his grip on my hips tightening. “You’re... fuck, you’re amazing. You’re so god damned tight.”
“Spark,” I moan, pushing back against him, matching his rhythm.
The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I can’t hold back any longer.
With a final, desperate cry, I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.
“That’s it,” he growls, following me over the edge.
His body tenses, and I feel him release, the warmth spreading inside me.
We stand there for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, and I turn to face him, our foreheads touching as we catch our breath.
“Spicy,” he murmurs, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “You’re something else.”
“Yeah,” I reply, still trying to steady my racing heart. “And so are you.”
We share a lingering kiss, the intensity of the moment fading into something softer, more intimate.
As we straighten our clothes and prepare to rejoin the world outside, I can’t help but wonder what this means for us, for whatever this is between us.
But for now, I’m content to live in the moment, to savor the taste of him on my lips and the memory of his touch on my skin.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Spark
I’m leaning against the doorway of the club’s office when I catch Damon’s voice rising.
He’s pissed, more so than usual.
“Forty percent down, Dixon! Forty fucking percent!” Damon’s face is red, veins popping in his neck as he paces the small room. “This can’t keep happening.”
