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“No. But I—I’m clean… And I’m on birth control, for my cramps.” Unnecessary detail, but I need him to trust me.

“I’m clean, too, but it doesn’t feel right to take advantage of you this way.”

I turn my chest fully toward him, placing one palm onto his warm chest and the other around his still rock-hard dick. “You’re not taking advantage of me. We’re going back home tomorrow, and I might have a lot of regrets in my life, but this one I don’t think I’d get over. So please… just fuck me.”

He stares at me with earnest eyes, his surprise evident. His lips tip up before he says, “I think I like this version of you.” He lands a kiss on my lips.

“Which version?”

“The one who isn’t scared to ask for what she wants.”

That’s the last thing I hear before he climbs over me again, this time pinning both of my wrists above my head. His eyes search mine for another second before he lowers in for a kiss. My legs part on their own, making space for him. He rubs his thick length over my center, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

The need reaches a boiling point before he finally slides his cock inside me, inch by delicious inch. I’m drenched and way past the point of being ready, but he still stretches the walls of my pussy, making me adapt to him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says, and it’s like he read my mind.

Slowly, he starts thrusting in and out, rubbing every single nerve ending I have. I whimper and moan, desperate for more.

My feet dig into his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper, and he takes the hint. “My good girl wants it harder?” he says on a sharp thrust that I feel in my stomach.

Fuckkk. “Yes.”

His hand turns rough around my wrists as he starts pumping into me faster and deeper. He lowers his mouth to kiss all over my neck. His hard cock feels perfect inside me, the pinch of pain from his thrusts, along with his low grunts, sending me right toward another orgasm.

Ryan’s face twists into one of pain. “Fuck, I can’t hold off much longer.” Our eyes lock just when he says, “Come for me, Paige.”

Like it’s another command my body is forced to listen, I come. My pussy clenches around him, eliciting a growl deep in his throat.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs before pulling his cock out to shoot cum over my stomach. His biceps are straining, and a sheen of sweat covers his chest, making him look ethereal. Shivers wrack my body as ecstasy hits me wave after wave.

He drops next to me, our breaths racing in sync. I don’t know how much time passes, lying in silence, while we come down from our highs.

Just when my heart rate lowers, he whispers, “Fuck, Paige… that was…”

He doesn’t have to say anything else. I know exactly what he means. What we shared tonight was indescribable. A transcending, out-of-body experience. One that I will never forget. Moisture starts forming in the corners of my eyes, but his voice breaks through the fog.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

My mind is somewhere between consciousness and sleep as he leads me into the shared bathroom. There’s plenty of space in the mammoth shower, but I still stay glued to him. He lathers soap onto my body and washes it off with warm water. When he’s done cleaning us both, he wraps me in a large, soft towel and leads me back into the room.

The sheets are untangled and the scent of sex has vanished from the air. He places me onto the made bed, and my nose scrunches in confusion.

He lets out a chuckle. “This is your room. I thought this was easier than changing the sheets in mine.”

My expression relaxes, a smile forming on my lips. “That makes sense.”

The soft breeze dancing over my skin and a warm, hard body next to me, exhaustion gets the best of me, and I drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Paige

My body is sore, my eyes drooping, but my mind is working overtime. My heart races, my stomach filling with dread. What happened last night was so irresponsible, so risky. I don’t do shit like that.

The worst part? I can’t make myself regret it. That feeling of dread deep in your gut, telling you how you messed up? It’s nowhere to be found. Instead, my belly is filled with butterflies, flapping their wings hard enough to stop me from sleeping.

I clench my jaw, grinding my teeth together, but even that feels fake. Like I’m faking an expression of displeasure while I’m actually stopping a smile from forming.