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“You realize you didn’t dispute any of my underlying assumptions?”

“Oh. Well. Let me dispute them now. Did you fuck me better than anyone ever has?” She pauses. “Actually, yes. Okay, I gotta give you that one.But ever will? I have no freaking idea. How can I know that without any basis for comparison?”

“You’re saying I was your first sexual experience?”

“No, of course not—I’m saying you were my firstno-stringssexual experience. Maybe the secret ingredient to our amazing chemistry wasn’tyou,per se, but the lack of connection I felt between my body and heart. Maybeallmeaningless sex is that amazing when I genuinely despise my partner? How will I know until I try it again with someone else I equally abhor?”

My blood flash-boils. I grab her arm and stop her from walking, my eyes blazing. “Enough with that shit, Tessa. You can’t say that shit to me. Never again. It’s totally fucked up that you say that shit to me.”

She smiles wickedly. “Oh, dear. You look a bit... riled up, Ryan.” She wriggles free of my grasp and continues walking and I follow behind her, my chest heaving and my dick throbbing.

“Don’t say that shit to me,” I say evenly.

“Fine.”

“Ever again.”

“Fine.”

We reach her door.

“Gimme your key,” I say, putting out my hand.

She smacks her key into my palm in a huff. “How did I find you so attractive three months ago? I can’t even remember what I saw in you. You’re so utterly... annoying.”

I wordlessly swipe her card-key while she continues talking behind me.

“Plus, you’re cocky,” she says. “And possessive. And full of yourself. You’ve obviously fooled your parents and siblings into thinking you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread, but I’ve seen a side of you they haven’t, obviously, and I’m not fooled.”

I open the door and motion for her to step inside, which she does, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes blazing.

I close the door behind me with a soft click and turn around.

And then, without further ado, we lurch toward each other and maul the living fuck out of each other.

40

Ryan

“What he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him.”

We’re a frenzied blur of hungry lips, groping hands, and voracious tongues. She’s got my shirt off. My pants on the floor. I’ve got her dress off. Her bra unclasped.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re my crack,” I murmur into her mouth.

She makes a sound of arousal that makes every cell in my body strain for her.

I yank her undies down, off her hips, and she pulls sharply on my briefs, panting and gasping for air. I help her get my briefs off, and a second later, they’re flying through the air and landing on a nearby lampshade.

She grasps my rock-hard dick as I bury my face in her incredible breasts and suck and grope and lick and bite and revel in them.In her.

I kiss and lick my way up from her breasts to her neck, and then devour her lips, and she strokes my shaft and balls and taint, making me lose my fucking mind. I slide my fingers between her legs and stroke her swollen, wet pussy ’til my fingers are slick with her juices and she’s moaning like crazy.

I somehow manage to grab a couple condoms out of my pants on the floor, scoop her naked body into my arms, and carry her to the bed, kissing her voraciously as I go.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard, baby,” I say, laying her onto her bed, the tip of my cock already beaded with pre-cum. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Her eyes blaze.