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I could only let her do it for so long. I was tempted to fuck her mouth but worried about hurting her. When I was too close to coming I tugged lightly on her hair to pull her off, then helped her to her feet.

“I won’t last if that keeps up,” I said to her pouting face.

I pressed a hard kiss to her lips, then went to turn her around, but she resisted.

“Can we do it like this?” she leaned back against the door and tugged me closer. She threw a leg around my hips, the shift in angle causing the head of my cock to rub against her opening, making us both moan. “I want to see you,” she said, breathless.

Like I could deny her anything.

I backed her further against the door, my hand sliding around the thigh she’d pressed against my hip, the tips of my fingers brushing her ass cheek as I held her in place. One of her arms slid around my neck, and the other went down between our bodies, so she cupped me in her hand to position me at her entrance. She rolled her hips, and I thrust mine forward, and I slid into her as our gazes held. I was still for a moment, just relishing the feel of her around me. Then I circled my hips, grinding against hers. Scarlett gasped, her head tipping back as her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Just like that,” she murmured, her hips moving with mine.

When I decided she was open enough for me, I slid out, slowly, until only my tip remained inside, then thrust back in just as slowly. Her mouth dropped open.

“Scarlett,” I moaned her name, burying my face in her shoulder.

I set the pace, picking it up little by little until I was fucking her hard and fast against the door. She had one hand on my back, nails digging into my shoulder blade. Her other hand wrapped itself around the tie, tugging on it as she writhed and whimpered in pleasure, and I growled and moved my hips a little faster, a little harder with every harsh tug.

“Zach!”

I nipped on her neck in response to her crying out my name. I wanted to hear more, so I moved even closer, leaving no space between us as I pressed her against the door. My hands slid to cup her ass cheeks, holding tight as I fucked her. I left open-mouthed kisses all along her neck and shoulder. The door rattled a little with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin not quite loud enough to drown out her moans, but loud enough. It had me wondering if anyone passing down the hall could guess what we were doing.

Just the thought had me hot.

I could feel desire curling low in my abdomen, every thrust into her body had little shocks of electricity running up and down my spine. I was close, so fucking close, and was holding back from coming before she did with nothing but my will.

Then she was there, her slickly heated walls convulsing around my cock as she came with a cry. I grunted as my smooth strokes turned into erratic thrusts, and I surrendered to my orgasm, clamping my teeth on her shoulder to muffle my moans.

I slumped against Scarlett, and she held onto me tightly as I took on our combined weight. Her thighs trembled against mine, and I was pretty sure she couldn’t walk.

“You’re smug, aren’t you?” she murmured, sounding drowsy and sated. “I can feel your smirk pressed against my neck.”

I stalled, then chuckled. “You know me too well. And you’re one to talk when you sound like that?” I teased.

She tugged on my hair, hard enough to pull my head back, and pressed her lips to mine in a soft kiss.

Chapter 3

Scarlett

I groaned when I woke, my body a little too slow to follow, moving sluggishly as I stretched out. Only, my hands found something hard and warm, and it gave me pause.

I thought back to what happened before I slept and found a big blank in my memory. But I could feel a low pounding in the back of my head as my mind became more aware, and I guessed I’d had something to drink. That must be why I couldn’t remember anything.

With a frown, I blinked my eyes open and looked at what my hand was touching. I wasn’t surprised to find a guy lying there, I’d guessed as much. But then I looked at his face, familiar even with his hair over his eyes. I sat up abruptly. Wincing, I held my head, trying to stave off the hangover. I sat very still, sighing in relief when the pain reduced, and my eyes moved back to look at Zach.

Then last night came back to me.

Well… fuck.

At least I remembered the whole thing. I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy myself, but there were consequences to having a one night stand because that was all there could be between us.

I sat there for a few moments staring at Zach, internally starting to panic, feeling a little angry at myself. Because I fucked up. Badly.

“Dammit!”

Carefully, trying not to wake him, I slid out of bed. Our clothes were strewn all over the floor, and I felt a blush warm my cheeks as I remembered how they got there. After he had fucked me against the door, we’d gone to bed for a few more rounds before passing out, exhausted. Just then, as if to remind me, my body ached, particularly between my legs. Even worse, I felt something warm start to trickle down my thigh, as if the whole thing weren’t humiliating enough.