My hips snap. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room. “Fuck! C’mon, Liv.”
It doesn’t take more than a few more thrusts before she’s coming undone. It has me pumping harder. Her shouts bounce around in my head before I explode, emptying my release into the condom.
“Yes!”
I hold on tight as I pour everything inside her. Electricity bounces between the two of us as I still.
Holy fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. My muscles are wrung out as I collapse on top of Olivia.
“That was incredible.”
Slipping out of her, I tie off the condom and pull her into my arms. “Damn right it was.”
She links her fingers with mine and snuggles into my hold. “Think you can do that again?”
I shift so I can look down at her. A playful smile sits on her face. “Are you questioning my abilities?”
“Never.”
“Good. Because I plan on doing it all night long.”
Chapter Four
OLIVIA
Why is there light waking me up? Did I not shut the lights off last night? Or forget to close the curtains? Shifting to try and find the source of what’s waking me up, I’m met with a hard body.
Oh my God.
Tag.
One arm is thrown over his eyes, another resting on his abs. The sheet covering him leaves very little to the imagination.
I still can’t believe I did this. I don’t regret it for one second. The number of times this man made me come is more than I ever have in my life.
The men before him were adequate at best.
Tag? He is on a whole different level. Not that it’s one I can keep up. I don’t do this, and now that the cold light of day is seeping in through the window, I need to leave and get back to real life.
A man like Tag isnotreal life.
Real life is facing the consequences of my actions at work.
Slipping out of bed, I cover myself with a stray pillow and shuffle into the kitchen to grab my skirt and blouse. My bra is lying on top of the pile.
“Crap. Where are my panties?”
I get dressed as best I can before wandering back into the bedroom.
Tag stirs. Shit. The last thing I want is to have to talk to him this morning. This is a one-night thing only. Even if I’d like for him to make me come again and again.
I spot the soft pink cotton of my underwear and grab them before he can wake up and stop me from leaving.
Bolting from the room, I grab my heels, shove the offending clothing item into my Mulberry bag, and am out the door.
I glance at my phone as I quietly close the door behind me, and it’s blowing up with messages. A light rain is falling as I hail a taxi to take me back to my place.
Imogen
