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ground out.
    She lifted her head and pointed to the right side of the apartment. “First door down the hall.”
    Next thing she knew, he laid her on her bed and began a quick strip out of his clothes. She’d come back to herself enough to realize she’d come, yes, but she was still aching and empty. She wanted him inside her, and if she felt so needy, she could only imagine how frustrated he must be.
    She had a quick glimpse of his naked body, tanned, muscular, gorgeous, before he came over her, bracing both arms on either side of her head. “Watching you come? That was the hottest thing ever.”
    She grinned. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.” He arched his hips, and his thick cock did a slow glide over her sensitive flesh.
    She doubted she’d come again, but she wanted to feel him filling her up and watch as he took his pleasure this time.
    He gritted his teeth and groaned. “Shit.”
    “What?”
    “I didn’t want to be presumptuous. I didn’t bring protection. Figured if I did, you’d throw me the hell out.” He dipped his head, his frustration clear. And so cute.
    “I have a few in my drawer. It’s not like I need them or use them all the time, but I mean, I just always figured it’s better to be prepared than not … and I’m rambling.”
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    Dylan knew he pretty much had blue balls at this point, but he managed a laugh anyway. “I’m not going to complain that you can solve the problem.”
    But he was damned glad Olivia didn’t make it a habit of needing them. That old double standard was hell, but it did apply. He wasn’t overly sexually active either, but he’d definitely had his share of women. None since he’d set his sights on Olivia and decided to give her time to adjust to the idea. But did it make him a jackass that he didn’t want to think of her needing condoms with other guys? Probably. Not that he gave a shit.
    “Where are they?” he asked.
    “My drawer.” She pointed to the nightstand. “But I’ll get it.” She tried to crawl out from under him, but he was too happy with her hot little body beneath his. “Don’t move.”
    He reached for the drawer, pulled it open, and the first thing he grabbed wasn’t a condom but a bright pink vibrator.
    “And that’s why I wanted to get it. Reach farther back,” she muttered.
    An adorable flush stained her cheeks, in addition to the abrasions from his beard. He liked his marks on her, he thought. And he intended to leave more.
    He held up the piece of equipment and grinned. “We’ll use this later,” he said and tossed it to the side. He found the condoms, opened one, and rolled it over his aching cock.
    “You still ready for me?” He reached down and slid a finger over her bare pussy and through her slick wetness, easing it inside. He nearly exploded from the feel of her tight inner walls gripping his fingers. “Mmm. You are.”
    He glanced down. Big, desire-filled eyes gazed up at him as her hips arched, trying to hold his finger inside her.
    He chuckled at her eagerness. “No way, sunshine. Next time you come, it’s going to be around my cock, not my finger.”
    She blushed as he poised at her entrance.
    Taking the cue from both the condom comments and how tight she’d been, he held on to his desire to slam into her. “Has it been a long time for you?” he asked.
    She bit down on her lower lip and nodded. “Awhile.”
    He was pleased as hell with that answer. “We’ll go slow,” he said and nudged the head of his cock inside. Holy shit, she was tight. His balls were so heavy they hurt, and he needed to thrust.
    A low moan escaped her lips, and he counted to five in his head, then, still holding back, he pulled out and slid back in farther. “Still with me?”
    “Oh yeah.” She arched up, taking him a fraction more. “I’m not fragile, Dylan. I won’t break.”
    But he didn’t want to hurt her and have her end up with regrets either. He eased out, and when she bent her knees, he thrust all the way in