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“Are you telling me what to do now?”

“You want my cock? You listen to me.”

“And then do I get to tell you everything that you did wrong at the end?”

“If you can find anything, baby. You’re welcome to try. Let’s see if you can even remember your own name by the end of it.” And then I gripped her hips and thrust into her in one quick, deep movement.

We both froze, her inner walls clutching around me. I practically came again. However, she was the one who orgasmed. Her whole body shook, but she kept those fucking arms above her head as I’d instructed.

I was going to die right here, and I’d be one happy man.

I slowly slid out of her and then pounded into her again. She wrapped her other leg around me, and I thrust into her once more, pistoning hard one beat after another, both of us arching for each other. And then I moved one arm down to wrap around her back to pull her forward.

“Wrap your arms around me,” I ordered. And she did, holding me close as I fucked her off the edge of the table. Both of us were panting, teeth and nails and lips and tongues. It was all one big moment of truth and ecstasy and…everything.

And when she came again, her pussy clamping around my cock, I came, too, her name on my lips as I crushed my mouth to hers, needing her taste. Needing everything.

As I stood there after, partially clothed, my cock still deep inside the woman I knew I was falling for, I knew I was in deep shit.

And I didn’t fucking care.

Because this had been the best sex of my life.

The bestdateof my life.

And it was with the one person I was afraid would walk away.

Now I needed to figure out how to make sure that never happened.

Chapter 13

Paris

“You’re serious?You did not do track.”

“I did for a whole semester.” Prior leaned back in his chair, grinning.

Our dinner plates were long gone, the tartlet between us nearly finished, and I smiled at him, shaking my head.

Tonight was our fifth date or so, although I didn’t know exactly what we were counting anymore considering we still talked nearly every night, and worked together.

Apparently, going on a date with someone who was not your blind date but who had been there for the worst of them was life changing. Or rather just…changing.

“So, only a semester?” I asked, pushing away thoughts that were a little too serious for the time being.

“I got bored.”

I put my hand over my mouth because I laughed a little too loudly, and people were starting to stare. I smiled from behind my hands, leaning forward.

“It’s true. I got bored.” He paused. “And there was this girl.”

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my water as I moved back. “Of course, there was a girl. There is always a girl, Prior.”

“Which girls were you dating in high school?”

I scrunched up my nose and stuck out my tongue at him. Very mature. “I didn’t date a girl until college like we both already talked about. Although I did realize that I liked boobs in high school, though I didn’t realize what that meant at the time.”

“I realized I liked boobs a little before that,” Prior said, completely serious, even though his eyes were dancing.