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  She steps in and goes to the window with the view. “This is beautiful.”

  “Yeah,” I say, but when she turns back, it’s her I’m looking at. “Do you need anything else?”

  She wraps her arms around her slim body and shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

  “Okay, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry, and if you need anything through the night, you know where to find me.”

  I leave her alone to change and make my way to my own room, where I head straight for the shower. I strip off, run the water and climb into the hot spray. As it rains over me, and I envision Megan stripping down in the next room, I take my thick cock into my hand and stroke from base to crown. Hell, it might feel good, but the only thing that could make it better was if I was sliding into Megan with her moaning my name. I take a breath, brace one hand on the wall by the nozzle, and pump a couple more times until I shoot my cum into the stream. Feeling a measure of relief, I rinse off, dry my body and flop down into my bed.

  I toss and turn, but sleep continues to elude me. A noise in the other room reaches my ears and I sit up and listen. I kick off my sheets, and tug on a pair of boxers. Is Megan trying to sneak out under the cover of darkness or does she need something? I push open my door, and pad quietly down the hall. When I round the corner, and find her curvy ass aimed my way as she bends over the coffee table, and tucks the tab into the cardboard pizza box, my cock instantly thickens.

  “Megan,” I say quietly.

  She jumps and faces me, and my gaze drops to her breasts, her nipples precisely, and the sexy way they press against the worn material of my white T-shirt.

  “Alec, you scared me.”

  “What are you doing?”

  She picks her computer bag up from the floor. “I couldn’t sleep, and I came out to get my laptop,” she says quickly, her voice breathless, like she’s been in my bed, and I’ve been doing dirty, delicious things to her body.

  Get those thoughts out of your head, dude.

  “I saw the pizza was still out, and thought I’d put the rest of it in the fridge. Nothing like cold, firm pizza for breakfast,” she says, her edgy laugh stroking my balls.

  I step up to her and pick up the cardboard box, my hand brushes hers and she sucks in air. “You always had a thing for leftover pizza with cold cheese, and a firm crust. Must be a weird Philly thing,” I tease. She whacks my stomach, and I capture her hand, bring it to my chest.

  “It’s...it’s not weird, and it’s not a Philly thing. A lot of people love leftover pizza,” she says, her voice hitching as her body vibrates. I step closer, crowd her, brush my thumb over her wrist as I keep her hand pressed to my chest.

  “I’m not one of those people. I don’t get the appeal.” I dip my head and focus in on her wet lips. I drop the box and put my thumb under her chin. Her lips part slightly, and that’s exactly the kind of encouragement I want, or rather don’t want.

  “What’s...what’s not to get?” she asks, her chest rising and falling faster now, her sweet minty breath washing over my face.

  I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess I like warm things in my mouth.”

  Don’t do this, Carson. Go the fuck back to your room.

  Unable to stop myself, I let go of her hand to grip her small rib cage, and my thumb lightly brushes one hard nipple. “Oops, sorry.”

  I wait for a kick to the nuts, but instead, she lets loose a sexy moan that fuels the hunger in me. Goddammit, she’s as responsive to my touch today as she was all those years ago.

  “You asked a lot of questions tonight,” I say, “questions about myself and what I find important in a relationship.”

  “Yes,” she says, and swipes her tongue over her bottom lip.

  Want zings through me. “You never asked how I liked to have sex.”

  “I’m... I’m not sure it’s on the form,” she says, her eyes dimming with desire.

  “What if it is? Some of those questions are pretty damn personal.”

  “True.”

  “What if I’m called to a business meeting tomorrow morning and I’m not able to help you finish the questions. The sooner we get this done, the better it is for both our careers, right?”

  My gaze roams her face, takes in the need in her eyes. It wraps around my dick and squeezes. I’ve never needed a woman in quite the same way as I need her. But I should put a stop to this. I have to put a stop to this. I briefly pinch my eyes shut and pray for the strength to walk away.

  “What are you suggesting, Alec?” she says in a soft, seductive whisper that nearly makes me come in my boxers.

  Fuck me.

  “That maybe I should show you.” In this moment, as need zaps my balls, every reason I have for staying away from her vanishes into thin air. The only thing I know is if I don’t get this woman into my bed this very second, I might just spontaneously combust. “You’ll want to find someone who’s compatible sexually, and this way you’ll know what you’re working with when vetting dates. It might speed up the process in matching me correctly.”

  “It’s the logical thing to do,” she murmurs, and I swipe her nipple a little harder, and widen her legs with my knee. The laptop bag in her hand falls with a thud and she moans as I shimmy closer, rub her sex with my thigh.

  “When you moan like that... Jesus.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Oh, I like it. I like it a lot.”

  A sexy chuckle bubbles in her throat. “I thought you might have had misophonia.”

  I place my palms over her breasts, give them a little squeeze. This time she emphasizes the moan, and I like the way she’s teasing me. “Mis-a-what?”

  “Never mind,” she whispers, her head rolling back as she moves on my leg, a slight rocking of her hips, enough to rub the swollen little cleft I can’t wait to put in my mouth.

  “I’m hungry, Megan,” I growl into her ear.

  “Pizza,” she murmurs.

  “Haven’t we already established that I like to put warm things in my mouth,” I say, my voice deeper, thicker, dripping with lust. “Any suggestions?”

  Her body stiffens, and her eyes fly open. She pushes away from me, and in that moment, I get it. I hurt her in the past and my question just pulled her from her lust-induced state and snapped her back to her senses. Now she’s having second thoughts and I don’t blame her one bit. I was a stupid, needy prick for starting this in the first place.

  She inches back, her eyes locked on mine, and I swallow as the gap of air between us cools. We stand there for a long time, our eyes locked like we’re in a Mexican standoff. I want to speak, say something, do something, anything, but the next move has to come from her.

  Her gaze drops to my caged erection, and a visible quiver moves through her body. After a few speechless moments of checking me out, her eyes slowly travel back to mine.

  She grips the hem of her too big T-shirt. In one sexy movement she peels it over her head, gifting me with a view of her gorgeous, full breasts and hard pink nipples.

  Sweet mother of God and all that is holy.

  “Will these do?” she asks.

  On that note, I take a labored breath, then another, and in two fast steps close the distance between us. I cup both breasts, revel in the softness of her skin and meet her heated gaze. “Yeah, these will definitely do,” I say, and bend forward to take one turgid nub into my mouth. Our moans mingle, and she arches her back as her hands go around my almost naked body. She drags her nails down my arms, palms my muscles, and my dick jumps in my boxers.

  The honeyed scent of her skin fills my senses as her breast fills my ravenous mouth. Greedy man that I am, I suck hard, and widen my lips to take more, until she’s writhing and crying out my name. I back off a bit, clench down on one nipple, and her cries of joy burst around me.

  I lick and suck an
d eat at her like she’s going to bolt at a moment’s notice—leave me starved for another eight long years—but she doesn’t. Instead she puts her hand on my cock and gives it a little squeeze.

  I release her nipple and give it a soft lick to soothe the sting. Then I scoop her up, ready to make up for lost time, over and over again. I carry her to my bedroom and set her on my bed; she falls backward, and her auburn hair tumbles.

  “Look at you,” I murmur, taking pleasure in the sight of her. She’s so goddamn sexy and I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.

  The heat between us, the chemistry that has only grown stronger, flared brighter in our years apart, scorches the air we breathe. I drop to my knees in front of her, lean over her body and press my nose to her stomach, breathing her in. I missed the smell of her.

  I go back on my heels, and she sits up, her breathing rough and ragged as she reaches for me, runs her fingers over my flesh. Raw hunger claws at my insides, and I take a breath, work to slow myself down. We both understand there can’t be a tomorrow or a next week, we have opposite goals, but we have tonight, and I plan to take things slow, make it last well into the morning.

  I untie the oversize sweats and grip the band. She goes back on her elbows and lifts her hips for me. I tug them down slowly, and leave her lacy thong in place. Fucking sexy. I toss her pants away, and slide my finger into the top of her lacy underwear. I swipe it back and forth, coming close, but not quite touching the spot swollen with need, clamoring for my touch.

  “Alec,” she cries out, and I love hearing my name on her tongue, the sexually frustrated sound as she lifts her hips, trying to force me closer. I tug on her panties and pull them upward until her beautiful lips are hugging the thin band. I wiggle the material back and forth, massaging her clit with the lace.

  Her gasp curls around me, her body a quivering mess of need and pleasure. “Oh, yes,” she cries out, and as her head goes from side to side, I can’t take teasing her anymore. I need my mouth on her body, everywhere, anywhere, all at once—all night long. Delirious with need, I grip the scrap of material in my hand and in one quick thrust tear the flimsy thong from her body.

  She gulps and sits up a little straighter. “Alec,” she cries out, her brown eyes wide, full of lust and desire.

  “Good thing you removed your T-shirt or I might have ripped it from your body, too.” Her chest heaves and I bite back a smile. “Now spread your legs,” I command in a soft voice and she immediately obliges, offering herself up to me so nicely a groan catches in my throat. I cup her ankles and place her feet on the edge of the mattress. With her knees pointed at the ceiling, I grip her thighs, squeeze slightly and widen her legs even more to accommodate my wide body. Her warm aroused scent turns me on even more, and my heart nearly gives when I glimpse her pink wetness, wide-open and ready for my mouth. I gaze at her for a second, then blink, wanting to capture this moment in a still frame.

  “Megan,” I murmur, and settle myself on the floor between her thighs, stroking her quivering sex from top to bottom. “So fucking pretty.” Her body practically levitates off the bed as I pet her, and my cock throbs, grows another inch until it’s bursting through the elastic band of my boxers. Reaching up, I cup one breast and give a squeeze as I slide a finger into her. Christ, she’s soaking wet.

  A moan rolls out of her throat and a growl catches in mine as her wet heat squeezes around my finger. Her pussy is so hot, tight and beautiful, this could very well be over before it even begins. But I need to hold it together. We’re not teenagers back in my room at St. Moritz, where we fumbled and clumsily learned each other’s bodies. Yeah, we were young and inexperienced, but up until this moment, it was the best night of my life.

  Her sexy sounds of pleasure massage my balls, and my dick throbs even harder, leaving me a little off-kilter. But I can’t think about what being intimate with her again is doing to me, how screwed up I’ll become tomorrow. No, tonight I just want to feel, and bring her all the pleasure she deserves.

  I slide another finger inside her for a snug fit, and small spasms begin at her core. She’s already so close, it’s insane. Then again, who am I to talk. Pre-cum is pooling from my slit, and my cock is begging me to take her already. But I won’t. Not until she comes for me first. I might be called a lot of things, but at the heart of it all, I’m a gentleman and I’m not between the legs of some random woman here. This is Megan Williams, and the fact that she’s actually giving herself to me again, when I don’t deserve anything from her, well, I don’t take that lightly. With her pleasure paramount, I take her swollen clit into my mouth and suck hard as I move my finger in and out. Her pussy grows slicker beneath my ministrations, and I clamp down slightly on her cleft.

  Air leaves her lungs in a whoosh, and her whimpering sounds reach my ears as I soften my tongue, lave her aching clit as her body writhes beneath me. I lift my mouth, glance up at her to find her on her elbows, watching me. Our eyes meet, lock, and my heart misses a few beats as I struggle to refill my lungs. My God, she’s breathtaking.

  “You taste so good,” I murmur when I can finally breathe again, and she reaches for me, rakes her hand through my hair and guides my mouth back to her hot core. Loving that she knows what she wants, and isn’t afraid to take it, I chuckle against her clit, and fuck her with my fingers, changing the pace, rhythm and depth until she’s shaking and crying out my name. I love seeing her like this. Damned if I don’t want to make her feel this good every day of my life.

  I circle her clit with my tongue, then press against it as I deliver hot, openmouthed kisses to her sweet pussy. She rocks against me, a shameless display of need, as she takes what she wants. Attagirl. She rides my fingers, moving faster and faster and soon enough she’s a beautiful hot mess tumbling over the edge.

  “Alec,” she cries out, the clench of her muscles drawing my fingers in deeper and deeper and making me crazier and crazier. My dick throbs, aching to feel those clenches. “I’m...oh, God, Alec.” Her sweetness explodes on my tongue and I drink her in, not daring to miss a drop. I want her flavor in my mouth, want to taste her on my tongue a week from now. She spasms around me, and I stay between her legs and let her ride out the waves until her body goes slack and she’s panting for her next breath.

  I climb over her body, brush my tongue over both nipples on my way to her mouth. Her legs wrap around me, and through my boxers my cock presses against her hot core. My lips find hers. I kiss her deeply, thoroughly explore her mouth with my tongue, and she kisses me back, the same sweet way she kissed me all those years ago.

  I’m about to push off her, grab a condom when she gives me a hard shove. I roll to my back, and catching me by surprise she climbs over me, straddles my legs. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice rough and labored.

  She tugs my boxers down and my cock springs free. She takes me into her hands, weighs me in her palms as she examines the long length of my dick. Her eyes are heavy lidded when her gaze lifts to mine. “Did you miss the part where I said I like firm, too?” she asks.

  “Oh, Jesus,” I say as she bends forward to lick my cum, like it’s her goddamn job. With a slow slide of her tongue, she cleans my crown, before taking me to the back of her throat. “Megan,” I croak out, and grip her tumble of hair. I wrap it around my hand and move it to the side to watch my dick slide in and out of her mouth. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “That is so good,” I manage to say.

  She moans, and the vibrations of her mouth zap my balls. She takes them into her palm and massages gently as her hand works the long length of me and her tongue swirls around my swollen head. The perfect trifecta. Her moans grow louder, more heated, and the way she’s worshipping my cock—loving every second of it—fucks me over in so many ways. Blood fills my veins and as much as I like what she’s doing, if she keeps it up, I’m going to shoot my load down her throat. But I’m not ready for this to be over. I want, need, other things from her tonight.


  “Megan,” I growl, and give a little tug of her hair to pull her off me. Her mouth is wet as I bring her to me for a kiss. “I need to be inside you,” I say.

  “Yes,” she murmurs. I roll until she’s underneath me, and then I go up on my knees to reach into my nightstand to pull out a box of condoms. I rip into it, pull out a foil package and quickly sheathe myself. I fall over Megan, who hasn’t taken her eyes off me. “You ready for me to fuck you?” I ask.

  Eyes heated, she widens her legs and wraps them around my waist, answering my question without words. I position my crown at her entrance and it throbs as I give her an inch. She moans, thrusts upward for more.

  “Alec, please,” she cries out.

  “You need it, Megan? You need my cock?”

  “I need you to fuck me,” she whimpers, and in one quick thrust I power my hips forward and fill her completely. “Holy God,” she cries out, her nails digging into my back. I go perfectly still for a moment, and concentrate on how good she feels as I give her a second to catch her breath. “I feel you, Alec. Feel you throbbing inside me.”

  “You are so hot and tight, it’s all I can do to hang on. I’m already more than halfway there,” I groan.

  She begins to rock, and I move with her, pulling almost all the way out, only to slide back home again. We move together, each giving and taking, and every time I power into her sweet core, it pulls a cry from her throat. Her hands go to her breasts and she rubs her nipples. Jesus, that’s hot. My lips find hers again as my balls tighten, scream for release. I grind into her, stimulate her clit with each downward slide, and soon enough she’s chanting my name again, her muscles clenching in an explosion of passion.

  “I’m there,” she murmurs, her skin warm and slick as she shatters around me. Her hot cum singes my cock, drips all over me, and I’ve never felt anything more satisfying in my entire life. Perfection.

  I change the rhythm and pace, driving deeper, harder, but unable to get enough. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, and when her eyes roll back in her head, her body explodes for the third time tonight. There is nothing in the world better than this. Megan in my bed, coming all over my cock. Her pussy squeezes my dick hard, and I can no longer hold on. I throw my head back and growl as I come high inside her. My muscles spasm and shudder with my final pulse, and once depleted, I collapse on top of Megan, press her into the mattress. Her heart pounds hard against my chest, and I bury my mouth into her neck, where I press feather-soft, openmouthed kisses to her delicate flesh. I stay there for a long time, revel in her scent and enjoy the light caress of her fingers stroking my back. I breathe in contentment as I bask in my postorgasmic bliss.