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sensitive skin of my nipples—it feels like he’s leaving sparks of fire in his wake. This is the most fearless I’ve ever been. A dangerous man holds my life in his hands, and I’m enjoying it. If I’m honest with myself, I’m loving it.
    Zeth’s so deep inside me that it feels as if we’re one carnal creature, moving in unison, working together to reach the same finish line. That finish line is fast approaching on the horizon, too. I can feel it building, cycling around my body, growing and pulsing…until…until…
    “Shit. Shit! Oh my g… fucki’mgonnacome,Zeth!”
    He promised me it would feel good. It feels better than good. Forget fireworks. This feels like a nuclear fucking bomb is going off inside my head. I try to bite the scream back, but I can’t keep it in check. Since my vocal chords are being depressed, it doesn’t really matter anyway; I barely make a sound.
    “Holy hell, girl. Yeah, that’s right. Keep going, keep going. Come for me, Sloane. Come hard.”
    I know from the hardening I feel inside me and the strain in his voice that he’s holding himself back, but that doesn’t last long. I make sure of it. I reach down between our bodies and find what I’m looking for. I take hold of his balls and I squeeze gently, working them carefully in my hand, grabbing his ass with my free hand, trying to pull him into me even deeper. I’m a hollow shell after that orgasm, weak and spent, but I manage to open my eyes enough to watch him get his. It’s a beautiful thing to witness. With bared teeth, he slams himself inside me and roars as he releases.
    He holds himself up for all of a second and then collapses on top of me, breathing hard. His hands both move to his sides, away from my throat, and I take my first full lungful of oxygen in what must be at least three minutes.
    And then something amazing happens.
    We fall asleep.

It’s dark when I wake up. Really dark. Like middle of the night dark. I know it’s bad that I’ve slept so long even before I remember why. Where I am. Who I’m with, the amazing sex, any of it. I prop myself up on my elbow, taking a giant breath of air, trying to slow my racing heart. I’m late for something. I’m late for work. I’m really fucking late.
    “Oh my god, what time is it?” Nightshifts turn you around something fierce; it’s pretty common for me to wake up once the sun’s gone down, not knowing if I’m coming or going. But then I realize I’m speaking to someone. Someone in the bed with me. That part is definitely out of the ordinary.
    Zeth Mayfair is laid on his back with one arm thrown up over his face. The other arm is folded across his body, fingers splayed against his stomach, and the bed sheets are twisted around the lower half of his body in a tight knot. With all of our energetic exercise before, the fitted sheet has disappeared somewhere and I’ve been sleeping naked and coverless on bare mattress.
    “Oh.” It’s all I’ve got right now. The digital clock on the side table reads 6:42pm in stark red letters. What time did Zeth come in here looking for me? I can’t remember, but we must have been sleeping for hours. I sit up, careful not to make any noise, and tip toe my way to the en suite. It’s only when I stand that I feel the slick, stickiness between my legs and a rush of alarm floods me. No condom. We didn’t use a condom. Again. Since our slip back at my place and the subsequent humiliation of a morning-after pill, I’ve been taking the contraceptive pill, so there’s no risk of me getting pregnant. But still…I’m a doctor for crying out loud, and Zeth Mayfair is a man whore extraordinaire. I should know better than this. I’ve seen first hand the nasty shit that can happen to your lady parts if you’re reckless with them. I like my lady parts. I don’t want them all funked up with chlamydia, or worse.
    Zeth and I need to have a chat about that. In the meantime, I take a hot shower and get dressed. I don’t really have