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I bury my face in her neck and groan as I come, holding her flush against me while I pulse deep inside her.
For a long moment, the world disappears.
She collapses forward onto my chest, both of us panting, hearts slamming against each other. Instead of pulling away, she curls tighter into me, arms wrapping around my neck like she doesn’t want even an inch of space between us. I slide my hands up her back, then down again, holding her even closer.
Neither of us speaks.
We just stay like that. Tangled, sweaty, breathing each other in. It feels stupidly good.
Minutes pass.
I know we should move. One wrong person walking by and they’d get a full view of her perfect ass spread over me, my cock still buried inside her. The risk finally cuts through the haze.
“You get real clingy after orgasms, huh?”
She stiffens instantly, climbing off me like I burned her. She settles back into her seat, yanking her skirt back up her thighs.
I clean myself up and scrub a hand over my face.
Christ.
“That was the last time,” I say. “Seriously. We need to stop doing this.”
Grace turns slowly in her seat. “We?”
“Yeah, we.” I pull onto the road. “You’re becoming a serious problem.”
She gives me a look. “You practically tackled me into that kiss.”
“And you were very quick to climb into my lap.”
Her cheeks flush pink.
“Well,” she says stiffly, turning toward the window, “it won’t be happening again.”
“Good.” I accelerate through a yellow light. “My body’s off-limits to you from now on.”
She snorts. “Trust me. I’m deeply uninterested.”
“Right,” I say. “That explains the noises you were just making.”
“God, you’re insufferable.”
“And yet you keep sleeping with me.”
“Not anymore.”
“Not until this job’s done,” I correct.
She turns her head slowly. “No. Not ever again.”
“Fine,” I say. “Your loss.”
She snorts. “Pretty sure it’s yours.”
I almost smile. Of course she has to get the last word.
I let her have it.
