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Finally she slid partway off me in a slow, torturous motion. Her bliss-filled groan nearly shot me to the stars. Then she slammed home again. All I could do was hold on as she did exactly what I’d asked her to and rode me like a fucking goddess.

Her hair was everywhere, her breasts bouncing, our bodies moving as one until she cried out and contracted around me. That was all it took for me to come so hard I couldn’t breathe, could only hold on to her for dear life and ride out my shattering orgasm.

I eventually became aware that Harper’s gorgeous body had gone limp as she breathed hard near my ear. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, catching my breath too. I’d be content to stay like this for hours. Maybe weeks.

“That,” Harper said eventually. She had a lethargic, satisfied smile on her face. “That’s the chemistry I was talking about.”

My agreement rumbled out of my chest. “Mm-hmm.”

She lazily lifted her head and kissed me.

I brushed her hair behind her ear and cradled her cheek. “Stupendous chemistry.”

“Please tell me we can keep doing that in secret.”

There wasn’t a man on this planet strong enough to say no to what she was offering, our bodies still intimately connected, her irresistible breasts pressed into my chest. I still needed to make sure we were on the same page though.

“As long as there’s no strings and no feelings. No one gets hurt. Not Danny, not you, not me.”

“I’m good,” she purred. “Single and free with some mind-bending sex on the side is my jam.”

I chuckled and wondered how I’d gotten so fucking lucky. “Sounds perfect. I need to take care of the condom.”

She pulled away from me and shifted to the side. I took a minute to summon the strength to get up and walk away.

When I came back from the bathroom, Harper was stretched out on the sectional, still in the bottom half of her bikini, though it was askew. I leaned over the back cushions from behind the sectional and scooped her up into my arms cradle style, eliciting a quiet squeal of surprise.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Taking you to my bed for round two. We messed up the first time.”

“What?”

I dipped my fingers into her bikini bottoms. “We forgot to get these out of the way. We’ll need a replay.”

With a sexy laugh, she said, “I like it when you talk all footballish, Coach. Let’s see if you can get a touchdown.”

“Trust me. I know how to score.”

As I carried her to my room, there was a quiet but pesky voice in my head warning me that getting involved further, making this a recurring thing, wasn’t wise. I ignored that voice, set her on my bed, and peeled her swimsuit down her legs.

Chapter Twenty-One

Harper

Serving eggs and burgers on almost no sleep wasn’t my favorite thing to do. Today I’d made it through my eight-hour shift thanks to the power of endorphins and erotic memories of my night with Max.

He was incredible, and I was in lust. The man was the best lover I’d ever had, with that fit, athletic body, impressive stamina, and an insistence on pleasing his partner early and often. I’d lost track of the number of orgasms he’d given me. Literally lost track. I’d had two- and three-O nights before, but last night’s count would require two hands.

I was a little in awe that I could still walk.

I grinned as I drove from Naomi’s house, through town, and headed out the other side of Dragonfly Lake toward Cambria’s place in the country.

I’d wondered how Max was faring throughout the day. We probably hadn’t slept for more than an hour when I’d walked back to get my car just before five, before anyone was out and about. He’d hated that he couldn’t drive me, but Danny was sound asleep, and I’d reminded him this was a small town with zero serial killers.

As far as we know, he’d said seriously. The concern in his eyes had warmed me to my toes all over again. Then I’d brushed it off, distracted him with a slow, deep kiss, and waved goodbye as I left. He’d let me borrow a T-shirt to put over my swimsuit so I’d be a little less conspicuous if anyone saw me. It was huge on me, so I’d tied it at the waist and rolled up the sleeves for my walk of shame.

It was one thing to refill coffee mugs and write down orders on no sleep, but quite another to teach teenagers algebraic equations. I wanted to check in with him later this evening, after football practice, but I’d be smart to rein myself in and wait a few days before contacting him. This wasn’t supposed to be an every-night kind of fling. Which I was starting to think might be an absolute shame.