Free Seeing is Believing by Erin McCarthy

mimicking the thrust of his cock into her, his hips swiveling so that he got the deepest penetration possible. That was all it took. She came, crying out into his mouth, letting him swallow her passion as her body shattered around him. She clung to him, stunned, dragged down under the waves of pleasure, unable to believe she had come to orgasm so quickly, with so little foreplay.
    Yet she had, and he seemed to find it exciting. He made little sounds of encouragement before his eyes narrowed and he gave one final thrust as he exploded in his own passion. Piper felt the convulsion of his erection, felt the hot spurt of his desire burst up inside her, and she shuddered as little tremors tripped through her vagina, like fingers tickling up her spine.
    And she knew this was both the smartest and the stupidest thing she’d ever done in her entire life.
    Brady stared down at Piper, too stunned to speak. He didn’t need any warning about being quiet now. He couldn’t produce a word if the bed had burst into flames. Actually, it sort of had. Good God. What the fuck had just happened to him?
    He hadn’t had sex with a woman without a condom since . . . ever. But he had with Piper, without hesitation, and it had felt like everything he loved all rolled up in one. Like fireworks and whiskey and a big old, fat paycheck. But even better.
    She was so tight, still clinging to him now as their breathing slowed down, his shoulders relaxing. She had come with an ease that had blown his mind, had sent him crashing into his own orgasm, and he’d had the stupid thought that she had been waiting for him to do that. That he was somehow unique, the man whose touch she craved.
    Now that his blood was flooding back to his brain, he felt moronic for even thinking something so weird. She was an adult—clearly—and despite the innocence of her seduction techniques, there was no way he was the first man to give her an internal orgasm. End of story.
    But it still felt good knowing he had. Fast, too. That couldn’t have been more than five minutes.
    Ego suitably puffed back up, Brady flipped his hair back out of his eyes and eased out of her. Now what?
    It wasn’t every day he had mind-blowing sex in secret with a girl he had babysat. The best way to proceed wasn’t entirely clear, and he was feeling strange, off-kilter. Like she had sucked all the sense out of him, and he didn’t really trust anything that might come out of his mouth. He had the feeling he might just say something totally stupid and completely lacking in game.
    Piper didn’t seem to have anything to say either, though, just lying there looking as stunned as he felt, her chest flushed with exertion. Brady briefly worried about the wet spot that was probably being generated on Shelby’s bedspread as they lingered there, but decided there wasn’t any point in worrying about it. It was too late to feel guilty, and he’d already passed the pervy point of no return about thirty minutes ago.
    On his side, he relaxed, his hand resting idly on her belly. Brady tasted a mouthful of her hair, because it was piled up all in front of his face, and because he could. It made a slight crunching sound as he gummed it between his lips, and he decided it didn’t taste like anything, but he still liked the feel of it.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, sounding as unnerved as he felt.
    “Nothing.” He sighed. “I should go back to Zach’s room. It would be bad to get caught here.”
    “Yeah, it would.”
    Was he actually disappointed that she didn’t protest? He was. Insane. He had completely lost his mind. There was no reason he needed to snuggle with Piper all night, and it was damn risky. Innocent children should not see the erection that he’d be sporting again before long, given the proximity of Piper’s lush, naked body. It was not cool. He needed to leave. It was neither the time nor the place to pull her close against him and fall asleep with her in his arms.
    When, if