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foil square from the drawer, he ripped it open and deftly sheathed his rod. Then he returned to his spot between her thighs and remained on his knees, positioning himself at her entrance. Cupping her bottom with his hands, he lifted her slightly.
    Then he worked his thick cock into her, careful not to cause any pain. Not that he could have. She was so overheated she was ready to combust. “Fuck me,” she begged.
    â€œHard and fast, honey?” A thin bead of sweat rolled from his temple, down his jaw. She wanted to lick it.
    â€œYes!”
    She didn’t have to ask twice. He plunged in to the hilt, held steady for a moment, letting her adjust. Then slid out, slammed in again. As he increased the strength and tempo of his thrusts, his eyes never left hers. The intensity of his gaze, his raw sexuality and comfort level in his own skin, was damned arousing. She’d never felt anything like the shudder than ran to her soul as he looked into her eyes. Watching her reaction. Seeing his male satisfaction at pleasing her.
    Soon he was pounding deep, the sounds of rhythmic fucking like music. He was a skilled lover, his cock angled to rub her clit, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. She staved it off as long as she could, but not nearly long enough. Once release was imminent, she shattered with a cry, her walls clenching around his length, hands clutching his back.
    In seconds he followed her over, plunging one last time, his cock jerking and twitching until at last he was spent. Body still draped over hers, he lowered his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder, breathing hard. Sated, she let her palms roam over his spine and downward to squeeze his tight ass.
Very nice.
    After a couple of minutes, he moved to the side, his spent cock slipping out. She had to squelch a bout of disappointment at his loss, and wondered at that. She’d never really felt that way before. Sadly, she was usually glad for the guy to be done and get the heck off her. With Taylor, it was different.
    That wasn’t good. At all.
    When the bed dipped, she realized she’d been so caught up in her thoughts she’d missed him going to the bathroom. He’d discarded the condom and cleaned up some. He held out a damp cloth.
    â€œA clean one for you.”
    â€œThanks,” she said, taking the cloth. No one had ever taken care of her afterward, she was certain. It was a sweet gesture that confounded everything she’d believed about Taylor.
    For some reason, wiping off with the cloth under his watchful eye was somewhat embarrassing where the actual sex hadn’t been. Probably due to coming down from the rush of hormones or something. After she was done, he took the cloth, tossed it into the bathroom, and crawled back into bed.
    Snuggling in, he pulled her close so that her head was on his chest. “Is this okay?”
    â€œThis is just fine.” She smiled to herself, determined to think of the complications of getting involved with this man tomorrow. Or later today. “Do you have to work today?”
    â€œNo, I’m off.” He laughed softly. “This old man can’t handle partying all night, then showing up for work at eight in the morning anymore. Did that plenty in my twenties, but now it would probably kill me.”
    â€œYou are
not
old.” She trailed a finger through his chest hair.
    â€œI’ve got a few years on that guitarist of yours. The one who was stuck to you like plastic wrap on your set breaks.”
    She snickered. Men were so transparent. “That was Jay, or Jinx, as we call him, because he’s got the worst karma of anybody we’ve ever met.”
    â€œHe seemed into you.”
    â€œNah, not so much anymore. He’s a friend and watches over me.”
    â€œYeah, I could see that.” He didn’t sound thrilled about it.
    â€œWe had a thing for a while. It blew over and we’re cool, end of story.”
    That’s honestly all there