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“You’re so fucking big. Give me a second.”

“Take all the time you need,” he murmured before lapping at her nipples in front of him.

And then he spread her cheeks. When she was ready, he pumped into her hard. There was no need to go slow, no need to take it an inch at a time.

Because they both needed this.

He spread her with one hand, then let his other hand move up her back to tug on her hair. He needed her at the perfect angle to get her neck, her breasts, her mouth.

She met him thrust for thrust, and when his balls tightened, and he came, she climaxed with him, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths, sweat-slick and finally nearly sated.

He rolled to the side, still deep inside her, and kept kissing, kept touching.

“That might’ve been the best fake sex I’ve ever had,” she whispered.

He laughed, still buried balls-deep. Then he held her close, just needing to touch her. Afraid what would happen if he didn’t.

So damn afraid.

“There was nothing fake about that. There better not have been.” He gave her ass a sharp slap, and she laughed again, kissing him hard once more.

“Nothing fake about that.” A look of fear crawled over her face again. It was the same trepidation he had.

They were going into uncharted territory here. Down a path that could hurt them both.

But he ignored it and knew that she needed to ignore it, as well. Then he kissed her again before slowly moving in and out of her, just a bit. They could have fakeness and unreality in what their promises were to each other for the outside world. But right here, right now, this was real.

So real, it scared him.

But he wasn’t going to think about that. Wouldn’t let himself believe.

This was just for tonight. And maybe tomorrow. When she needed him to walk away, he would.

He just didn’t know who he would be when he did.

Chapter 10

Madison’s hips swayed to the music as she focused on her task, the cupcakes in front of her tantalizing, the frosting smelling of strawberry and cream cheese. Her decadent double chocolate fudge cupcakes with strawberry cream cheese frosting were a hit, and one that she could dive into. So, she wouldn’t. If she did, she’d end up with a toothache because she couldn’t stop at just one.

But maybe she’d eat a spoonful of frosting. Or a bowl full. Okay, perhaps not that much.

She focused on the frosting and the song playing through her headphones, humming softly to herself as she worked.

Brynn was up front with her other two staff members, each working on coffee and busing tables, and helping the overall atmosphere of Sin in a Cup.

Madison loved this job, adored the people she worked with.

The only thing that ever dampened her elation was the fact that she could hear her mother calling it nothing and using rude names for her place of business, the people she worked with, and criticizing her weight.

But she pushed those things out of her mind because she had far more important stuff to think about.

Like Aaron.

No, not him. Today, she was only focusing on her cupcakes. That was it—nothing more, nothing less.

She loaded up the last set and started her frosting again, trying not to think about the blush that covered her cheeks at the thought of Aaron.

She’d had sex before.