She sinks down on me in one smooth motion, ripping twin sounds of gratitude from our throats that prove how desperately we needed this.
God, I needed this, neededher.
Needed her pussy hot and tight and perfect around me, and her head falling back as she relishes every inch.
She rides me hard and fast, rolling her hips with a grace, an ease that makes it feel like we’ve been fucking for years. Orshouldhave been fucking for years.
I swear to God, it feels like she was made for me. Made to squeeze every inch of me, made to shake me to my fucking core and erase the thought of every other woman—past or future—from my mind.
How could any other woman compare to this?
To the way she feels. To the sexy-as-fuck sounds she makes. To the sight of her small breasts bouncing with each rock of her hips, the sheen of sweat on her skin that I lick from her neck before capturing her mouth again.
I kiss her deep, wild as I slide a hand between us, finding her clit. She jerks against me, gasping into my mouth as I rub her in deep circles, matching her rhythm.
“Nix,” she pants as she begins to tremble. “Oh, God, Nix.”
The feel of her clenching around me, pulsing with her orgasm, soaking my cock in her heat pulls me into the spiral. My balls clench, and my internal organs rearrange themselves as I grip her hips hard and shove up, burying myself deep as I let go, losing myself as I fill her.
And fuck, it’s as hot as it was the first time…
Hotter…
Probably because I’ve been dreaming about coming inside this woman again since the night I was lucky enough to do it the first time.
For a long moment after, we sit panting, her forehead resting against mine as our ragged breath slows. Smooths.
Finally, I manage, “Ten out of ten. Would definitely do again.”
“Totally a ten,” she agrees, her voice still shaky. “But we can’t. We really can’t.”
“Lies,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll be fully capable of bending you over the end of this couch and showing you a very good time.”
She huffs a laugh. “I’m sure you…”
She trails off, her head snapping up, eyes going wide at the sound of the latch lifting on the back gate.
“Shit,” she hisses, jerking the straps of her dress back up over her breasts. “We have to hide!”
But she’s still straddling me, my cock still inside her—though her dress thankfully covers where we’re stillintimatelyconnected—when a young woman walks into the yard.
I recognize her from earlier. She’s one of Charlotte’s staff, a pretty brunette who freezes like a deer in the headlights halfway across the lawn when she spots us on the porch.
“Oh my God,” she squeaks before emitting a nervous giggle. “I’m so sorry! I just— I forgot my phone. I thought it would be okay to pop in and… But I’ll go. Now. I’m already gone, in fact. Forget I was ever here. I know I have!”
She spots her phone on an empty café table, grabs it, and sprints back toward the gate, calling over her shoulder, “Bye! Have a great night!”
Charlotte curses, wincing as the gate slams shut. A beat later, the sound of a car engine rumbles through the night before moving away, leaving us in buzzing silence.
“Of all the people…” Charlotte closes her eyes. “Of all the people, it had to be Molly.”
“Molly?”
“Molly LaCroix.” She sounds like she wants the earth to open up and swallow her whole. “Her brother plays for the Saints, and her cousin Remi, the jazz musician, owns half the clubs in the French Quarter. Her mother also just won a seat in thestate legislature, and her aunt is head of the Junior League. The LaCroix family is everywhere in this city, and they all love to talk. After Sunday football, gossip is practically their family pastime.”
“So, you think she’ll say something? About what she saw?”
Charlotte nods miserably.
