Free Hot in Here by Sophie Renwick

Or worse, maybe Bryce would act like nothing happened.
    Maybe he’d use that infuriating nonchalance he had mastered over the years to make it seem like it was
    no biggie, that last night’s bone-melting sex had been nothing more than a meaningless fuck. And that
    would kill her.
    She’d made love to Bryce, and his encouragement and praise as she had done so had given her a sexual
    self-confidence her other lovers never had. So for Bryce to brush off what had happened between them
    would be a death blow to the memory she was clutching tight to her chest.
    Jenna glanced at Bryce once more as she slowly stood up, avoiding the squeaky part of the mattress.
    Yeah. It was going to be more than awkward this morning, coming face-to-face for the first time after
    she’d screamed his name and scratched her nails down his back.
    Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.She should never have gone through with it. Should never have compromised her
    friendship, or her plan, like this. But what was done was done. She couldn’t take it back, didn’t want to
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    take it back.
    Jenna took in the rumpled bed sheets and the thick down duvet that Bryce had thrown onto the floor as
    he had crawled on the bed before covering her with his hard naked body. She remembered what they’d
    done when they had fallen into bed, and how damn sexy Bryce had looked, looming over her, thrusting
    into her slow and hard.
    Look at me, baby, I want to see your face as I fill you with my cock. I want to see how much you want
    it.
    Jenna shivered, a whole body tremble, as she recalled the velvety darkness of his voice, the way the dirty
    words skimmed along her flesh and heated her blood. Oh yeah, she’d liked how wicked his dirty talk
    made her feel, how much it turned her on.
    He’d taken his time, learning what she liked, what made her hips rise to meet his and her head toss back
    on a moan. He touched her, not only with his cock, but his hands, his mouth, covering every inch of her
    body, leaving no patch of skin untouched, unkissed. He’d waited until she was trembling and begging
    before giving her another mind-shattering orgasm.
    In that moment, as she’d cried out and clutched him, she could have sworn that Bryce had made love to
    her. That it hadn’t been just an empty physical act. The look in his eyes as he watched her come was like
    nothing she’d ever seen before. Then it simply vanished, and he looked away and rolled off her. But he
    hadn’t left the bed, leaving her wondering what had happened. He’d simply gathered her up in his arms
    and tucked her head beneath his chin.
    He’d yawned, a fake one, and pretended to go to sleep. That was when the worries about the morning
    had begun to take shape in her mind. She began to fear that maybe the sex on the couch and the magic in
    the bed had been pure insanity and pent-up lust on Jenna’s side and mere physical need on Bryce’s.
    And that was why, this morning, Jenna couldn’t face Bryce. Her feelings were out of control, and
    completely controlled was what she needed to be. So, chickenshit or not, she crept quietly out of the
    room after gathering up her clothes for the day, and headed for the shower.
    The morning after wasn’t going to happen this time. She could be dressed and out of here in half an hour.
    Lots of time before Bryce and his regrets woke up.
    “Answer the fucking phone.” Bryce growled.
    On the fifth ring, voice mail clicked on. “This is Jenna McCabe of Global Marketing. Please leave a
    message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
    Bryce cleared his throat as he waited for the long beep. This was the third fucking message he’d left.
    Christ, he was looking desperate. But what the fuck? Why wouldn’t she pick up? Shealways took his
    calls.
    The beep sounded and he cleared his throat once more, trying for charming, not desperate. “Hi. Me
    again. Just . . . ah . . . well, just checking