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Always.

“That’s a hell of a lot of trust for you to put in someone like me.”

Ada shrugs it off. “Up to you.”

She’s smart. A scientist. A logical thinker. And yet she’s basically telling me, a womanizer by my own admission, that she trusts me enough to take a chance on me.

“I’m clean,” I assure her. “And there won’t be anyone else, Ada. You have my word.”

I move toward the bed, and before I can react, she snatches the package from my hand.

And tosses it to the ground.

I’d thought I couldn’t get any harder, but I was wrong. Seeing her orgasm, watching her throw aside that condom . . . I’m straining for her, and I’m impatient too.

If I’d thought to extend this first time between us, prolong it and make it special, that plan was just blown out of the water. I’m above her, guiding myself into her, before my mind can even grasp the entire situation.

All I know is that I want this woman so badly that it doesn’t even feel real when I slide into her.

“Ada.” My hands are everywhere. Hers pull me down, and already we’re finding a rhythm that ensures this won’t last long.

“Doctor Flemming,” she teases just before my mouth descends on hers. I’d laugh, but there’s nothing funny about the intensity of this. With every thrust, I feel more connected to her, more sure of this—of us—and more full of emotion than I had thought possible.

And then there are no more words.

Just tongues tangling, thrusts, and groans of pleasure. And when Ada’s hips pound into me as her knees begin to shake, I let go.

Coming inside a woman for the first time in my life. My orgasm’s so strong I can’t even keep kissing her. There’s something about being inside her, no barrier, no walls between us . . .

I should be fucking terrified at how this played out, but I’m not.

The only thing filling me at this moment is pure joy. One I never want to end.

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Ada

“You can pull up there.” Hayden points to an empty spot in front of his apartment.

When the doorman comes toward us, Hayden waves him away. Although we talked about this very moment on the way home, it’s more awkward than I imagined.

“Poor Henry is going to wonder how you got back to the city. He might think you’re cheating on him with another driver.”

Hayden smirks a little. “He’s old school. Never asks questions. For the most part. Unless my father put a bug in his ear about something.”

I don’t want him to leave. And apparently Hayden doesn’t want to either, because he doesn’t move.

“I’d say I had a really great time this weekend, but that wouldn’t do it justice.”

I know exactly what he means. Somehow, it kept getting better and better. I’d thought last night would be the pinnacle of the weekend, but this morning was the cherry on top of the most delectable sundae ever.

“You’re blushing.” He reaches out and touches my cheek. “You’re even cuter when you blush.”

I grab his hand, pretending to swat it away. But really, I just want to touch him one last time before he leaves.

“Maybe if you weren’t so naughty, I wouldn’t have anything to blush about.”

His fingers wrap through mine.

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