Page 28 of Just One Chance

We both gasped at the sensation.

"You drive me wild," he said as he set the pace.

I couldn't respond because he was hitting something inside me that was propelling me to another orgasm. One that threatened to be bigger than the last. I wouldn't survive this.

He was wrecking me, and I couldn't be upset. I loved every minute of it.

Just when I didn't think I could take any more, he leaned over my back and tweaked my nipples before moving one hand to my clit. He circled the swollen nub, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I bucked underneath him, and he thrust one more time hard, then stilled. He bit my shoulder, soothing the scrape with a swipe of his tongue. I collapsed to the comforter with him on top of me.

Eventually he moved to the side but kept one arm over my back.

"You killed me," I said, still feeling out of breath.

He chuckled. "That's a shame because I want to do that again. Soon."

I took that to mean I should stay the night, and I let my eyes fall closed. At some point, a blanket was draped over me, and he moved closer, his breath tickling my hair. I felt content in his arms.

For once, we weren't fighting about anything. Neither of our futures hung in the balance. We could do this, separate sex from our professional lives.

They were all lies I had to tell myself so I wouldn't get up, pull on my clothes, and get the hell out of here.

At some point in the middle of the night, I woke to his dick rubbing against my pussy. Then his hands caressed my breasts, and I was lost to the sensations that only he could give me. I was becoming addicted to his dick, his touch, his tongue. There was nothing I wouldn't do to experience this again.

The orgasm was a slow wave this time, a perfect ending for the night. But when he pulled out, I felt the slickness. I rolled over. "You didn't use a condom."

"Shit. I'm sorry. I wasn't even fully awake. But that's no excuse." He got out of bed.

I heard the water running and wondered if he was freaking out. If he'd kick me out and tell me not to contact him again. Another part of me liked that I made him lose control.

He returned with a washcloth. "I'd never want to put you at risk. I'm clean."

"I am too, and I'm on the pill."

He let out a breath. "I'm sorry."

I ran a hand over his jaw. "It's okay."

He was genuinely upset, and he wasn't blaming me. He was so different than anyone I'd ever dated before. He took responsibility for his actions. He was a good guy.

But I was the wrong woman for him. I lived in Florida. He lived in Colorado. Our time was up when the job was done. We had no future. There was only now, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it.

* * *

In the morning, Boone drove me to the inn before the sun fully rose. Inside, I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I couldn't believe I'd had sex with him again.

What was I thinking?

I was going to ruin everything: my reputation, my business, this job. Nothing would be spared if I didn't find some self-control.

I had to meet Boone in the lobby in an hour so that he could give me the official tour of the inn.

I carefully dried my hair and applied makeup. I needed to put on a mask. It was my weak way of attempting to put distance between us while we were working.

I wouldn't think about how amazing last night had been or how I wanted to do it again. I could still feel him inside me. There was no way I'd be able to forget what happened, but maybe I could push it out of my mind for a few short hours.

I smoothed my hands over my slacks and took one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs to meet him in the lobby.