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wanting more of her. Fuck, she was every bit as amazing as he knew she would be. Wild, sexy and unrepressed.
    “Please tell me you have condoms,” she whispered. “Because if you don’t get up here and fuck me soon, I’m going to scream. Again. Not in the good way.”
    Holy hell. He grabbed his cock and squeezed the base hard to stop himself from coming. Darcy ignored his shaking body and trembling fingers as he retrieved a condom from the night table, tore it open and slowly rolled it down his hard length. Petra watched him intently as she traced a pattern on her stomach.
    Cocking an eyebrow, Darcy lowered himself so he hovered a few inches above her. His cock brushed against her clit as he gave an experimental thrust forward. “Tell me if there’s something you don’t like.”
    Petra snorted. “You’re too slow.”
    “Really?” With one steady push forward, he fully impaled himself in her. Petra gasped and her eyes widened. “Fast enough for you?”
    Her frantic nods were followed by a breathless “More.”
    Darcy slid an arm under her neck, giving him stability while keeping her as close as possible. Trailing his free hand down her side, he stopped when he reached her hip.
    “You really are beautiful.” With another thrust, he welcomed the twin feelings of comfort and desire that heated his body.
    Petra turned her head and sucked hard on his biceps as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. The change in position allowed him to slip even deeper into her pussy and within moments they found the perfect rhythm. He tangled his fingers in her hair, stroking her neck with his thumb. With her face turned away, he took advantage of the expanse of her neck, licking and nipping the soft skin, doing his best to memorize every inch of her.
    Her body started to shake once more. She wasn’t far from her second orgasm. Releasing her hip, he curled his hand around her shoulder. The shift now had him covering every inch of her skin. Their sweat mingled, the slide of their bodies even more erotic than before.
    Darcy cataloged her every gasp and moan, relishing the feeling of her body squeezing his as she silently encouraged him to move harder, faster. Everything would be perfect if they were kissing.
    The brush of her lips against his was electric. Gone was the light flirtation from before, the gentle teasing, and in its stead was the full force of Petra’s desire. Her mouth was demanding as she sucked on his lips until he fully opened to her. Her tongue explored his, mapping out the sensitive skin. The kiss grew sloppy as she began to moan louder and her nails clawed his back.
    “Darcy.” She arched into the mattress, grinding down on his cock and crying out as her second orgasm hit.
    It was too much. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed his face into the crook of her neck, gave two more thrusts and shuddered through his release. Strong arms held him tight through the aftershocks and gentle kisses peppered his cheek.
    When he finally came back to his senses, Darcy slid away to make short work of the used condom, then pulled Petra tight against his side once he reclaimed his position in bed.
    “Well now,” he muttered, fighting off the lulling effects of fantastic sex. “You’re really something.”
    Petra’s chuckle barely covered a yawn. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
    “Give me a few and I’ll be more than willing to offer a repeat performance.”
    “Cocky.” She nipped at his nipple. “I like that. You’re not rich by chance? That would make you perfect.”
    He stiffened without thinking. No, it was only a joke. She didn’t strike him as the gold-digging type.
    “I’m glad you do. I was scared tonight was going to be a complete waste. I’ve met most of the nominees before and I can’t say they’re my usual crowd.”
    Turning his head, he looked down at Petra. “I meant to ask you what site you’re with.”
    Petra’s eyes were closed and she’d drifted off into a light sleep.