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reason he should care.
    “A little over a year,” she said, lifting her hips, killinghim with shallow little thrusts as she struggled to accommodate him.
    He froze, his sex-fuzzed brain chewing over that piece of intel. It had been nearly as long for himself, and they’d picked each other from the crowd to end a mutual dry spell.
    It doesn’t mean anything. But his whole body tensed, hesitating, afraid if he went any further it would mean a whole lot more than he’d ever bargained for.
    She lifted her knees higher and ran her hands up and down his back. “I want you, want to feel you.” Her back arched, her pretty pink nipples pointing to the sky.
    It was back again, the burst of something hot and fierce and scary in his chest. Derek shoved it aside and turned his focus wholly on Alyssa, on her pleasure. He rose up on his knees to give himself better access and slid his fingers between her lush pussy lips, stroking her clit as he thrust and withdrew, going a little deeper each time. His breath knotted in his chest as he fought his climax. The sight of his cock sinking inside her and pulling out, shiny wet with her juice, was almost enough to send him over the edge.
    She arched against him and moaned, her body seeming to suck him deeper like a greedy mouth. “Deeper,” she murmured. “Please come all the way inside.”
    Derek filled her with one long, thick thrust, squeezing his eyes shut as she took him all the way. He held himself there, circling against her as sweet, hot sounds bubbled between her lips. Every detail came into sharp focus. The molten grip of her body around him, the scent of her mingling with the scent of him. The wet, sucking sounds of sex as he sank into her, over and over.
    God, she was so hot, so beautiful. Her skin was like cream and satin, and he wanted to wrap himself up in her. Her pussy was hotter, tighter, than anything he’d ever felt. Shemade his cock so hard he was afraid when he came it was going to kill him.
    “I’ll be surprised if either of us make it out alive,” she moaned.
    Derek’s eyes flew open as he realized he’d said at least that last part out loud. He hooked Alyssa’s leg up over his hip and went as deep as he could go, pumping, circling, grinding as he covered her mouth with his. He wanted to taste every breath, every noise as he drove her over the edge.
    He could feel her pleasure building with his, her pussy tightening around his cock as his balls drew in tight against his body. The muscles in his thighs bunched, every sinew tightening, readying for release.
    Her moans rose in volume, a series of short, high, “ah’s” mingling with his deeper groans before she froze, convulsing against him with a force that shook the bed. His climax hit him with devastating force, ripping through him, making him shake and moan as his cock pulsed and jerked inside her.
    Derek rolled off her hours or seconds later, feeling as drained as if he’d run a marathon. The last ripples of his orgasm sizzled through him like electric currents, aftershocks of physical devastation.
    She curved against him, and he ran his hand up and down the delicate curve of her spine. His brain grappled for something to say. Something cool, casual, flattering without implying any promises. Something that would show her he brought women home with him all the time and this was no big deal.
    “I need to take care of the condom.” Real smooth. Fuck it. The intrusion of reality in the form of birth control was a good thing, he thought as he pulled away, ignoring the chill that enveloped him as he pulled away from her warmth.
    When he emerged a few minutes later she was waiting bythe door, her dress, purse, and panties clenched against her front like armor. “Do you mind if I freshen up?” she said and darted past him.
    Derek pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and went out into the living room. He found his Scotch where he’d left it and tossed it back in one gulp. The smoky bite washed the taste