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wouldn't be about to have sex with
you."
    She laughed and slid her hands back
up his legs before wrapping her fingers around his cock. She stroked
him once slowly, still staring up at him. "Then you don't have
to worry at all."
    He groaned low in his throat and
dropped to the couch beside her, pulling her back into his lap.
"You're on something?"
    "Other than you?" She
traced her lips down the line of his jaw until she found his ear,
then bit it softly. "I'm on birth control, Wes. It's fine."
    He kissed her again, hard, then
maneuvered until his cock prodded her entrance, pressing inside. He
groaned her name, his hands shaking on her hips. "Jesus, Addie.
Christ—"
    She rocked her hips, taking him
deeper each time until her body was pressed against his. Her fingers
curled around the back of the couch as she sucked in a breath then
dropped her forehead until it rested against his. "How's your
control feeling now, honey?"
    "What control?" He ground
a curse between his teeth and thrust up against her. "Your
experiment is either a smashing success or a horrible failure,
because I don't think I could do a damn thing right now except fuck
you."
    The coarse language, so unlike Wes'
usual easy-going nature, was hot enough to curl her toes again.
"Good." She braced herself against the couch with one hand
on either side of his shoulders. "You keep telling me how much
you want to fuck me, and I'll..." She raised her hips a little
and then slammed them back down with a groan. "Do this."
    "Fuck—" His hands
wrapped around the back of her shoulders, cupping them and dragging
her down into his next thrust. "You can't tell how much I want
this? How badly I want to feel you come again?"
    She dragged one hand down his chest
and slipped it between their bodies until she could brush her fingers
over her clitoris. Fire shot through her, and she threw back her head
with a groan. "That shouldn't…take long…."
    He grinned again before pleasure
twisted his features, and she felt the touch of his telekinesis
again, phantom fingers on hers, urging her on as he braced his feet
on the floor and plunged up into her even harder. "Now…"
    This time she did scream, his name
flying out of her as she hung on the edge of release for an endless
moment. When she fell there was nothing but grinding, panting
pleasure, and she rode out her orgasm, her lips blindly seeking his.
    With blood pounding in her ears, she
felt rather than heard him cry out, a hoarse, wordless sound of
pleasure muffled against her mouth. He arched into her and shuddered,
his hands scrambling over her skin, drawing her closer.
"Addie...Addie…"
    "Wes!" This time his name
was a helpless moan as she rocked with the aftermath of her orgasm,
the slight movement of her hips drawing another soft swell of
pleasure from somewhere deep inside her.
    It took several long moments for his
hips to still, moments he spent whispering into her neck, stroking
her skin. "I'm usually a lot smoother than that, you know."
    She couldn't help the exhausted
laughter that escaped her as she slumped against his chest,
thoroughly sated. "God, help me."
    "I'm not kidding," he
panted. "I can bring it. You just wait and see."
    "Mmm. I'm not doubting you,
Wes." How could she, when their hasty, frantic groping had
already been more satisfying than any sex she could remember. She was
exhausted, wrung dry from the stress of the day and the force of
their passion. She could fall asleep like this, cradled against his
chest with his hand sliding up and down her back.
    And if a tiny little voice in her
head nagged that it hadn't been the sex of her vision... There's
time for that later. Dirty old break room couches don't really
encourage romantic lovemaking.
    She barely noticed when Wes shifted
them, finding a comfortable position half propped up against the arm
of the couch with her body cradled against him. She closed her eyes
and made a soft, contented noise as she curled against his chest,
snuggling under the blanket he