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This is divine.

This is the music of the spheres made flesh.

This is the kind of spectacular fuckery that sticks under your skin like a bur, soul-deep and always reminding me it’s there. As long as I can keep her.

My cock heaves for an eternity, wringing my balls out.

Then I collapse on top of her, into the warmth of her embrace.

We lie like that for a while—me bracing so I don’t crush her and her limbs tangled with mine.

I can feel her heartbeat slow, and I’m sure she can feel mine too.

“Wow,” she whispers, thoroughly exhausted.

“Yeah,” I agree. “Wow.”

“Is it just me, or was it better than last time?”

I press a kiss to her forehead, glazed with sweat. I want to tell her so many things, but they catch in my throat, so I just say, “Yeah. I’ve heard that happens when you know someone well.”

And Iwantto get to know her.

It’s ridiculous and unnecessary for the paid sham we’re running, but I do.

She twists around until we’re lying on our sides, facing each other. The unnatural flush has left her face now, mostly, but she’s still glowing from exertion.

This might just be my favorite look on her.

“Your first time?” she teases.

“What? Do I look like a damn virgin to you?”

“Doing it more than once with the same girl, silly.”

Laughter barks out of me, harsh and unexpected, and I brush my lips against hers.

“First time it’s made me want to do it again so soon,” I say.

She laughs, fingertips dancing against her jaw.

“How long do we have to wait?”

“Give me five.”

Her eyelids flutter closed, though it’s not that late yet. We haven’t even had dinner.

I know the feeling. The whole day’s slipped away, and I didn’t get much sleep with her in my bed last night.

Tonight, I’m only going to get a few hours again.

Not that it bothers me.

For once, I’m not thinking about work or the dog food formula or my father slumped in his chair, angry and disapproving of every breath I take.

Tonight, it’s just Lena and me, and that’s all I want in my world.

Tomorrow, I’ll worry about the impact—the feelings I shouldn’t have slamming into my life like a screaming meteor.