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entirely sure I could manage anything coherent yet so I nodded, a weak wobble, but he knew what it meant and, a moment later, I felt him slide inside my pussy, the cool latex warming instantly with our heat.
    “Oh, my Kat,” he murmured as he slowly entered me. “You feel amazing.”
    If another man had said that, I might've laughed, but hearing the words from Blayne made me catch my breath. Then he was all the way in, rocking against me and I gasped for a completely different reason. Every inch of my body felt like it was twice as sensitive as it had been before and he was pressing against my throbbing clit. I whimpered as he drew back and then wailed when he snapped his hips forward. He kept going like that. Slow withdrawals. Quick, hard thrusts forward. Each one drove me higher, sending pulsing, pounding pleasure over and through me. I came a second time within minutes and could feel myself working towards another when Blayne began to move faster.
    I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and held on as I came again. He swore as my body tightened around him, but it didn't slow him down at all. He rode me hard and fast until he buried himself deep, calling out my name.
    My name.
    Not hers.
    He wanted me.
    And I more than wanted him.
    Dammit.
     

Chapter 7
    Blayne
    As Katka snuggled closer to me, I wrapped my arm more securely around her and kissed the top of her head. It was funny, I thought. I'd never really been one for cuddling. I mean, there was always a couple minutes after a good fuck where legs weren't working properly or we both needed some time to breathe right again, but I didn't really consider that anything other than post-orgasmic down time. Even the odd time or two when I spent a weekend with a girl – the ones I remembered anyway – I didn't do the whole cuddle and talk thing. There was recovery, fucking and eventually, passing out from exhaustion. Awkward breakfast, more fucking. And usually a healthy dosage of drugs and booze.
    With Katka, it was different. I generally used the necessary clean-up as an excuse to get out of bed and go somewhere else for a while. Tonight, I'd been reluctant to even move. Then, once I was done, I hadn't even thought twice about climbing back in next to her. I actually wanted to hold her, enjoy just being with her. It was the first time we'd really had that.
    I knew this situation was totally fucked up. From the way we'd met to where we were now. We'd started with lies and misdirection and I'd known, as soon as I'd found out, I needed to end it. But I hadn't been able to do it then, and I sure as hell couldn't do it now. I'd slept with her once after I'd found out who she really was. I'd told myself it was a mistake and couldn't happen again.
    And then I'd found myself calling her. Thinking about her. I'd asked her to come to this hotel without even giving myself the excuse that I planned to break things off and this was the best place to do it. I'd finally admitted to myself that I didn't want to let her go. Until just now, however, I hadn't acknowledged the whole truth. It wasn't only her body I wanted.
    I looked down at her, studying the curve of her lips, the cheekbones that could've made her a model too. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, and it wasn't only due to her physical appearance. There was a light in her, an energy and glow that drew me to her.
    On the outside, she was just like Livie. The differences were subtle. Katka wore her hair down, while Livie pulled hers back. Katka applied her make-up to enhance her beauty while Livie used only the barest amount. Their wardrobe was just as different. But all of that was superficial. If I'd only cared about appearances, there wouldn't have been any differences between how I felt about Katka and how I felt about Livie. They would've been equally attractive to me.
    While I admired Livie and enjoyed spending time with her, I knew I'd never be able to get close to her,