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KENSEY

The ride back to the hotel was a blur of his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh. By the time we reached the suite, my pulse was hammering.

The last couple of hours had been the sweetest foreplay. I liked the downtime with him. I liked seeing new things with him. He was the one person I wanted to see the world with. He knew how to make it all better. Humor at the right time. Serious when it was called for. Reverent and expressed the appropriate amount of awe.

Drew closed the door behind us and pulled me against him. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and urgent, hands sliding under my shirt to find bare skin. I kissed him back just as fiercely, tugging at his polo until he yanked it over his head. We stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes with impatient hands—my top, his jeans, my bra landing somewhere near the couch.

I pulled him down onto the bed with me, our mouths fused and tongues tangling. Heat flared everywhere we touched. I shoved at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back. I straddled his thighs and kissed my way down his chest, tasting salt and feeling the muscles twitch under my lips. His breath hitched when I nipped at his stomach. I kept going lower, dragging my nails lightly along his sides, until I was kneeling between his spread legs.

He was already hard, thick and flushed, the head glistening. I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked once, loving the way his hips jerked.

“Kensey,” he groaned, the sound rough.

I leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside, then circled the crown with my tongue, savoring the clean, salty taste of him. He tasted like everything I’d been craving since the office.

I took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I slid down, inch by inch, until I couldn’t take any more. His fingers threaded through my hair. I moaned low in my throat. The vibration earned another curse from him.

I worked him with slow, deliberate bobs of my head, cupping his balls and rolling them gently. The velvety steel rod throbbed. I swirled my tongue on every upstroke, teasing the slit, then took him deeper until my eyes watered and my throat tightened.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, fingers tightening in my hair. “Just like that.”

His thighs flexed. I picked up the pace, sucking harder as I pumped him. Every groan, every twitch of his abs, every time he whispered my name, it spurred me on. I could feel how close he was. His breathing was ragged with his hips starting to thrust. I hummed again and took him to the back of my throat.

He pulled me off him, practically tossing me onto the bed. He was breathing hard, stumbling as he reached for his overnight bag. I wiped my mouth and watched as he fumbled with the condom.

His hands were shaking. I slid off the bed and walked to him, taking the condom and opening it.

“You have me so fucking hot,” he murmured.

I rolled the condom on and he grunted at my touch. His gaze locked on mine and he looked feral.

“I can’t control myself around you,” he said in a raspy voice.

I dropped onto the bed, welcoming him. “Then go wild.”

With a growl, he pounced on the bed and pushed inside me in one deep thrust that stole my breath. I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

His palms cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples before his mouth clamped down. His teeth scraped against my sensitive flesh and his hips rocked into me. I groaned, my body sliding up the bed several inches.

He pulled out, rolled onto his back, and dragged me on top of him. I straddled his waist without hesitation, sinking down onto his length in one slow glide that stretched me wide. His hands clamped onto my hips, guiding me as I rode him, finding a rhythm that made us both groan.

I planted my palms on his chest, feeling his heart galloping. He thrust up to meet every roll of my hips. One hand reached up and massaged my breast. His eyes locked on mine with raw hunger. I looked right back at him and stared straight into his soul. I saw his love for me.

I came with a broken cry, my walls pulsing around him. He followed seconds later, hips jerking as he buried himself deep, my name torn from his throat.

I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us slick with sweat, hearts racing in sync. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as the aftershocks faded. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone and then his neck. The scent of his cologne still lingered there and I breathed it in greedily.

“Damn,” he said. “If I had known sex was this good with you, I would have made a move on you sooner.”

I giggled and slapped at his chest. “I did tell you I was in a good in bed.”

“That’s right, you did. I’m choosing to pretend that never happened. I’m the only one you’ve ever been with.”

I smiled. “Of course. Yes. And you’ve never been with another woman.”

“Good. We have an understanding.”