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“The clerk was a total cockblocker. He was eyeing you up for himself.”

I tapped his arm playfully. “He was not.”

Martin looked over his shoulder at me. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

No one had called me gorgeous for a long time, if ever. I knew I wasn’t a hag or something. I ate well, other than my love affair with fried potatoes that is. Thanks to my physical job and running around with my boys I was in good shape, avoiding the middle aged spread that was showing up on many of my peers. But it was also pretty rare for me to put even this much effort into my appearance. I didn’t need mascara to run parts through a machine or skinny jeans to pick up my kids from a school event.

“You’re not that bad lookin’ yourself,” I teased as he finally got the door open.

“That’s the ringing endorsement I was hoping for,” he mumbled as we practically fell into the room.

“How’s this for an endorsement?”

I pulled my blouse over my head without unbuttoning it, then tugged off my tank top, leaving me in a white lacey bra that I’d spent way too much for when I went to the mall the other day after work.

“This is my new underwear,” I said, summoning up what I hoped was a sexy voice.

Martin stared at me with heat in his eyes as I dropped my new jeans to show him the matching panties. Most of my underwear was cotton and utilitarian, but these were a damn work of art.

“How much would you hurt me if I ripped those off you with my teeth?”

And just like that, my brand new panties were soaked.

“Well, I did spend a lot on them.”

“You better get them off then,” he growled.

He took his own advice and took off his clothes. The instant we were both naked Martin backed me up against the door, pressed his naked body up tight against me, and kissed the stuffing out of me.

“Fuck,” I whispered when we finally came up for air. Martin was nipping along my neck and the top of my shoulder while my hands squeezed the firm muscles of his ass.

“Should I get a condom?” he asked.

We’d had this discussion on New Year’s Eve. I’d told him I had an IUD and hadn’t had a partner in a while, and he’d said it had been a long time for him too. Maybe it had been risky to not use protection that night, but I’d trusted him instinctively. Him reconfirming that it was okay to go in bareback only increased that trust.

“We’re good without one.”

Martin grabbed the tops of my thighs and boosted me up against the door.

“We got a bed just over there,” I reminded him, even as I wrapped my legs around his hips and rolled my pelvis until the tip of his dick slid right between my folds.

“The bed’s too far away, I need you now.”

He shoved his penis into me so hard I lost my ability to breathe.

“Relax,” he whispered against my neck. “You’re strangling my cock.”

I huffed out a laugh, which helped my internal muscles adjust from the stinging pain of his invasion, leaving behind nothing but pure pleasure. I loved feeling this full with him.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah, you can move now.” I rolled my hips against him for emphasis.

Martin set a fast pace, slamming me against the door with each hard thrust. He thoughtfully wrapped one hand around the back of my head to shield me from a concussion, and I arched my back to get leverage to meet his strokes.

“You feel so good, Lillian, I...it’s never been like this before.”

He pulled back to look at me, to let me see the truth in his eyes.