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He strokes over it again and again, then curls his body over mine, the hot skin of his chest pressing against my back, and one arm wrapping firm around my waist, pinning me tightly to him. He dips his head and bites my earlobe.

I moan, and his big hand moves up to cup my breast.

He groans and pinches my nipple. I clamp down around his dick, and he hisses in a breath. “Fuck yeah. Do that again.”

I do, and he rises on his knees, grabs my hips, and begins to thrust into me with hard, jolting thrusts that have my breasts bouncing with each impact. Slowly he picks up the pace until he’s pounding into me, the sounds of him slapping against my wet pussy filling the quiet room.

He reaches around me and slides his fingers through the slick release, then circles my clit until I’m about to come.

“Player,” I pant.

“Come for me, Taylor. Come all over my dick.”

And I do. I come hard as a powerful orgasm crashes through me.

I shout out, and he slams into me, pressing deep, his hands tight on my hips, pinning me to him as he roars out his own orgasm.

He comes long and hard before collapsing on top of me and forcing my knees flat. I take his weight, loving the feel of him pinning me to the bed.

He’s only there a moment before he rolls off, breathing hard.

“Fucking hell, Taylor. That was so fucking good.”

I smile and scoot toward him, wanting his warmth. He rolls to the side and gathers me close.

“Give me five minutes, and we’re doing that again.” He smacks my ass lightly.

I giggle and snuggle closer.

“What have you been doing all these years? Did you leave a job to come take care of your mom? Hell, I don’t even know what degree you went after in school.” Player admits softly, his voice serious now.

There are things I don’t want to talk about, so I tell him about school and my job. “I studied French. I’m a French translator.”

“No shit? For real?”

“Yep. For real.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised, I mean, I’m not. You were always super smart, and your father was from France, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“So, what do you do as a translator?”

“I work for a government contractor. The job is fully remote, and I can make my own hours. I meet with my boss over a 15-minute video call every other week to discuss what I need to work on. He’s been really understanding about mom being sick.”

“So, you can do the job from anywhere?”

“Yeah. That’s the great thing about it.”

“I’ll say. Not many people fall into a job like that.”

“I didn’t exactly fall into it. It was a lot of hard work.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply it wasn’t. I think it’s awesome. Do you love it? Your job, I mean.”

“I do. And my boss is great. I’m really happy working there.”

“I’m glad. Really, Tay. You deserve that—to be happy.”