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The key rattled in the door before swinging open. I nearly stepped through, but JR caught me around the waist, tugging me close to him.

“Be sure about this, baby. Once you walk through that door, there’s no going back.”

I didn’t even look over my shoulder as I stepped back confidently, firmly placing myself outside the jail cell.

“Are you coming or not?”

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JR

The doorto the hotel room slammed open, banging against the wall in my haste to get her inside and finally rip the clothes from her body and find out what was hidden underneath.

“JR,” she murmured, her fingers tearing through my hair, yanking the strands out one piece at a time.

A growl worked its way up my chest, ripping through me at the sound of my name on her lips. I had been fighting her every step of the way, ignoring how she teased me when every single second, I wanted to shove my cock between those pretty lips just to hear her mumble my name around my length.

Kicking the door shut, I tore her shirt over her head, not even bothering to stop and get a good visual. I was a man on a mission, and nothing could stop me now.

Just as desperate for me, she tore at the buttons on my shirt, barely removing even one before frustration took over and she tore the shirt right down the center, sending buttons scattering around the room.

“Oops,” she whispered, her eyes frenzied and filled with lust as she stared at my naked chest. “So worth it.”

And then she was on me again, her lips devouring mine as her nails skimmed down my flesh, burning into my skin with every inch toward my zipper. The moment she touched me, I hissed, wondering how long I could last with her hands on me like this.

It wouldn’t be long.

Grabbing her around the thighs, I hoisted her up against my body and spun, running straight into the wall. A small grunt left her lips, but she never pulled back. Not as I tore her leggings down again, when I fumbled to yank my own jeans down, or when I sheathed myself inside her in one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” I muttered as her heat wrapped around me, making it impossible to think of anything but coming inside her pussy.

“Harder!”

Chuckling, I gave her what she asked for, thrusting my cock hard and fast inside her. Indecent moans and expletives flew from her lips every time her back hit the wall, but I didn’t let up, not even when I felt my balls drawing up, ready to spill my cum inside her.

I barely had time to thumb her clit, flicking that sensitive nub over and over just as I came hard inside her. Her pussy clenched around me, nearly making me black out from the sheer pleasure of being inside her.

Breathing hard and unsure of how long I could stay upright like this, I shuffled over to the bed, flopping us both down in the freshly pressed sheets. Rolling off her, I kicked my pants off the rest of the way and stared at the ceiling.

“That was…” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Where are we?”

I wasn’t even sure. I saw the hotel sign and pulled in, barely tossing my card over before I grabbed the key and dragged her upstairs. Now…

Shit.

If I had thought this through a little, I would have talked myself out of it. She was my neighbor, and frankly, a complication I didn’t need.

And I was definitely no good for her.

Then again, she was just as willing. It wasn’t like I had to twist her arm to get her into bed. If anything, she was practically egging me on. All that crap about how I kept walking away after kissing her…what was that?

“So…” she murmured, chuckling slightly.

So.