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“Well, that was sad,” I lamented. “I lasted, what, like twenty seconds?”

Jake was still settled between my legs and he kissed my inner thigh. “But they were a good twenty seconds, no?” He looked satiated and content, as if he was the one who had just come.

“Are you good at everything you do, Jake Stanley?” For some reason I didn’t want to admit that they had in fact been the best twenty seconds of any experience to date.

“Maybe? I hate failing.”

Why was I surprised that he was amazing in bed or that he put my pleasure above his own?

“I see. Well, I’d give you an A for that round,” I praised nonchalantly, propping myself up on my elbows.

Jake stood and walked to the nightstand. “Hmm.” Grabbing a foil packet, he turned to me and dropped his briefs. Jesus, he was impressive. Nowthatwould live in my mind rent free.

“You sound disappointed with my grading? Surely, you’re used to A’s.” He stalked toward me, placing a knee on the bed.

“Yes, but I’m an overachiever, remember?” He straddled me then, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Extra effort always pays off,” I remarked, biting my lip.

“Shall we see if round two earns me an A+?”

His words were enough to make my insides clench with anticipation. There was no doubt he would achieve that score.

“I might be willing to participate in your experiment,” I acknowledged, letting my legs fall open suggestively, insecurities be damned.

Jake situated himself until he was stretched out above me. Slowly, he pressed himself inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” he rasped.

I echoed his sentiment with a sigh. “Scratch that,” I amended. “I’m totally down to participate—you feel so good.” Neither of us moved, the two of us simplyfeeling. The sharptickof the clock on the nightstand drifted toward me.

Lowering his head, he buried it in my neck, inhaling greedily. I had to kiss him. Jake had the same idea as our lips sought the other’s, navigating by touch alone.

Each breath came heavier than the next, our moans filling the room, drowning out the clock.

When Jake moved against me, his efforts were evident and purposeful. Calculated, rolling thrusts quickly turned to ones backed with a fevered fervency.

A light sheen began to cover his skin, casting it in a dewy glow. I licked the curve of his collarbone tasting sweat.

In a fluid movement, Jake hooked an arm around me and shifted into a sitting position.

For a moment, neither of us breathed a word. Our bodies settled momentarily simply adjusting, accommodating and acclimating.

Jake’s hands came to rest on the fleshy part of my hips. It was a beautiful sight, the way the veins in his arms popped and protruded from his grip.

And then I began to rock against him, my hips undulating in a rhythm of their own, unable to last another minute without feeling him.

“God…damn,” Jake strained.

A smile broke across my face. I felt powerful. Sexy.

He allowed me that moment, that fraction of time before he could no longer control himself. He flipped me on my back once more and I was pinned by his strong body and an even stronger stare.

As steady as my motions had been seconds ago, Jake set a pace of his own, fluid and true. I could feel myself on the edge, not wanting to let go, but unable to stop it all the same.

“Jake…you’re going to make me come.” I don’t know what possessed me to state the obvious, but my brain had been rendered to mush and I was finding it hard to articulate myself.

“I should hope so.” He was amused. Jake lowered his mouth to the base of my throat as his lips seared their way up to the sensitive area just under my ear.

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