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“Oh,” she says between breaths just as labored as mine. “You didn’t bring one for your…date?”

“No, Zoey,” I say, bending down to kiss her jaw before whispering in her ear, “I never planned to have sex with her. Not when all I’ve been able to think about is this.” I roll my hips. “With you.”

“Oh, God,” she breathes, lifting her hips to meet my movements. “I don’t want to stop, Sam. I’m on the pill.”

I stop moving and lift my head to peer into her eyes. “Are you sure? I mean, I’ve got a clean bill of health, so no worries, there. But I don’t want to do anything you’re going to regret later.”

“I won’t regret this,” she says in a clear, firm voice.

We stare at each other for several silent beats, then I nod. Bracing my elbows on the mattress on either side of her head, I kiss her as I pull out slowly. Her fingernails scrape at my shoulders and neck, marking my skin as I pause for a singular beat before driving back into her. She shouts, but I smother the sound with my mouth as I pull out and drive back in again. And again. And again.

She meets me every single time, lifting her hips to push me deeper with each thrust. I tilt my hips slightly, driving up to hit that special spot inside her, and I know I’ve struck home when she screams. Her pussy convulses, choking my cock as I thrust faster, chasing my own orgasm.

It explodes out of nowhere, and I freeze, grunting as my cock empties inside her. Zoey goes limp beneath me, our harsh breaths mingling as I look down at her in awe.

I’ve never come so hard.

I’ve never felt someone fit me so perfectly.

And though I’ve never had sex without a condom, I know in my soul the cataclysmic orgasm I just had wasn’t from going in bare for the first time.

No. It’s Zoey. It’s all her, and I know I’m not going to be satisfied with just this one time. Hell, I already want her again.

I hope she was right and isn’t regretting what just happened between us. Because I know I’m sure as hell not.

Chapter17

Still Friends

Zoey

Holy shit.

I feel like I’m having some sort of out of body experience. I’m in a dreamscape with no escape. Not that I’d want to escape, anyway. That was…magnificent.

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve done this sort of thing, but not so long that I don’t remember my previous sexual encounters being nowhere near this satisfying. And mind-blowing. And…

Perfect. It was fucking perfect. Literally.

But that fact isn’t stopping the weird, uncomfortable feeling seeping into me as the seconds tick by, only the sound of our breathing breaking the silence. I look over at Sam from the corner of my eye, careful not to move my head, and see him staring at the ceiling with a beautiful smile on his face.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” he says without looking my way, startling a laugh out of me.

He rolls onto his side to face me and slides his palm along my cheek in a soft caress. Applying a bit of pressure, he turns my head so he can look into my eyes.

“How are you doing?” he asks, his voice soft and gentle as he brushes a lock of hair away from my face.

“I’m…”

“Satisfied? Amazed? Ecstatic?”

“…fine,” I finish as he tosses out the words.

His head rears back, a frown marring his gorgeous face. “Fine? Really?”

I laugh at his overexaggerated disappointment, and his lips curl up into a soft smile.

“Tell me how you’re really feeling.”