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I laugh, but it’s full of need and desire. Moving back between his legs, I get ready to slide the condom on, but stop when precum drips from his slit. I lean forward and lick it with the tip of my tongue. “Mmm,” I murmur. “I love the taste of you. I could lick you all day,” I say, echoing his earlier words.

“Get that condom on me. Now,” he commands.

He fists his cock, as I press it to his crown and slowly slide it down. His agonized moan curls around me, and I shimmy forward, my legs on either side of him as I straddle his body.

He grips his cock, ready to feed it to me, and I brace my hands on his chest and I slowly lower myself, taking one glorious inch at a time, until he’s seated inside me. I go still, to give my body time to adjust to his girth.

He swallows and places his hands on my hips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, how good my cock feels inside you?” he asks, his voice labored, strained. He’s struggling to hang on, and I love knowing I can do this to him.

He moves his hips a little, powering upward, and I gasp. “You have the nicest cock, Tate. I love the way you fill me.” My lashes fall as I wiggle my hips, move his cock around inside me. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me, taking me by surprise. “I can’t believe how close I am to coming, again,” I whisper. I open my eyes and look at him. “I never come twice,” I admit.

“That’s because you’ve never been with me before,” he says, his voice low, intense, deadly serious.

“You’re pretty confident.”

“Yeah, I am.”

With my body shaking, and a new kind of need taking up residency inside me, I say, “Then ruin me, Tate. Ruin me with your beautiful cock.” I lift my body, until only his crown remains buried inside me. “Please...”

His grip on my hips tightens, and he pistons upward. Air leaves my lungs as he fills me, sliding in and out, creating heat and friction that fogs my brain. His cock throbs inside me, and I move with him, slamming myself down on his steel rod as he thrusts upward. My clit smashes against his body as we fuck. He presses roughly into me, and my muscles flex around him.

“You are so wet and tight,” he growls, his hard flesh pounding inside me, a maddening, punishing pace.

“I... I...” I begin, but my voice falls off as my body lets go a second time, my hot cum spilling over his cock. Why is sex with this man so good? I moan, revel in the swirling heat and pleasure racing through my body.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, his thrusts picking up speed as he chases his own orgasm. I lift and come down on him again, and his curses reach my ears as the last of his thread snaps. I cup my breasts, pinch my nipples, and his nostrils flare. We move, crushing our bodies together, each pulling and pushing, giving and taking. He swells even more inside of me and I cry out his name. I lift again, but he pulls me down, his fingers digging in for purchase as he throws his head back and fills the latex with his cum.

“Yes...” I whisper, loving the look on his face as he comes for me.

The only problem is, I said we only had tonight, but now that I’ve had him, I’m going to want more.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Tate

MY EYES BLINK OPEN, take in the naked woman sleeping soundly beside me. Sometime throughout the night, or maybe it was closer to dawn, we’d managed to make it to the bed in the loft. I stretch out as the late morning sunlight filters in through the skylights, and Summer shifts beside me, the blankets sliding off her shoulders. With a chill in the air, I tug the blankets up and wrap them around her. I take a moment to look at her, the mess of her hair, a satisfied smile on her face, even in sleep. While I’d like to wake her again, put my cock inside her, I inch away, keeping my hands to myself. Last night...well, what can I say about last night? I totally fucked up and lost control.

I give a hard shake of my head. Why the hell did I have sex with the one girl I should have kept my distance from? I was supposed to strip her bare, and take her to her knees. But instead she took me to mine.

Shit.

I inch aw

ay a little more, careful not to wake her. I need time to think before we speak. Need time to figure out my next course of action before I do anything else with Summer Love. I slowly climb from the bed and make my way down the stairs. The pile of our clothes on the floor brings back erotic images of the night before. My cock thickens at the memories. Sex with Summer was un-fucking-believable.

I’ve never met a woman so open or honest, so...bare during sex. The way she gave me her body so freely, and dragged me into a vortex of need and desire, well that’s never happened to me before.

I glance at my cell phone on the kitchen counter. I have to talk to Granddad, try a final time to ask more questions about Summer Love before I say or do anything rash. Yeah, last night wasn’t rash at all. I tug on my jeans and sweater, toss a few logs into the hot embers and grab my phone. New York is six hours behind us, but Granddad will be up. He’s always up at the crack of dawn, ever since I could remember.

I step into one of the main level bedrooms for privacy and punch in his number. I’m not sure what I’ll say. If he knew I was in St. Moritz checking up on Summer Love, he’d be on his private jet, ready to tear me a new one. Not that he could take his private jet, since I’d already done that, and it’s currently waiting for me at the airstrip just outside of town. Seriously though, he would take my actions as a breach of trust, and men like my grandfather don’t get over something like that easily. I take a fueling breath, when my call goes through.

“Hello,” a woman says.

What the hell, he has a woman at his house? Maybe he’s moved on from Summer, and all this was a waste of time. A wonderful, delicious waste of time, but a waste of time nonetheless. “I’m looking for James, my grandfather.”

“I’m sorry, he’s resting. I’m his health care worker, and it’s not in his best interest to disturb him.” Ah, right, I remember Granddad saying he would have in-house care. I feel a measure of relief to know he’s being looked after. “I can take a message for him.”

I hear my granddad cough in the background. “It sounds like he’s awake to me.”