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When York gave me a tight smile, I thought he might play hard to get again. Instead, he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me hard. His unrelenting tongue lit a fuse deep inside me. I’d never been so aroused in my life.

His thick cock filled me slowly, claiming each inch and stretching me wide. I moaned eagerly and arched my back. Unaccustomed to such pleasure with a hint of pain, I both pushed him away with one hand and wrapped my other hand tighter around his neck.

York thrust at a steady pace, unrelenting yet never rough. He watched me. I watched him right back. We were daring the other to break first.

Being mature enough to lose, I came hard from the friction of his sizable dick brushing against my clit. Gripping his shoulders, I felt such relief after months of wondering how this moment would play out.

Of course, never once in any of my many fantasies had I truly considered what would happen after the sex.

YORK

Goldie wasn’t kidding about being horny. She came hard and fast like she’d been in a state of heat for a long damn time. For a minute after her orgasm, she went completely limp and just stared at me. Thinking she was upset, I nearly stopped thrusting. I did slow my movements and waited to see if her sassy mouth rebooted.

A smile warmed her face, and she reached for my jaw. “I knew you’d make me feel good.”

Her words lit a fire in my chest. I wanted to make this woman worship me.

Moving with more speed, I considered how she caught my eye immediately. There were plenty of attractive women in the Crimson Guard, but none were like Goldie.

Every time we shared a room, I struggled to hide my interest. Now, she was buck naked under me in bed.

Goldie’s fingers explored my chest, skimming the scarred and inked flesh before giving my nipples a playful pinch. Her pussy rhythmically clenched my cock until I couldn’t hold on any longer.

Her fingers traced my lips as I came. Goldie’s gaze was electric and filled with affection I never expected to feel focused on me.

As Goldie’s lips found mine, I wanted nothing more than to wrap her in my arms and keep her. But that wasn’t part of the game plan.

Once my dick left her, Goldie jumped off the bed. I frowned at how she seemed ready to bail. Instead, she yanked on her socks and returned to bed.

“My feet get cold,” she explained and stretched out next to me. “Want to see if there’s any football on the TV?”

More interested in exploring her body, I mumbled, “I can watch sports anytime.”

Goldie remained silent while my fingers moved along her bare flesh. I admired her arms covered in colorful flower tattoos with hidden skulls in the designs. My fingers skimmed her soft, inked skin.

I lingered on her bruised ribcage. My mind flashed with thoughts of hunting down the assholes who roughed her up. Goldie was a tough chick, but she was half their fucking size!

Before my temper got away from me, I kissed her tenderly. Goldie pressed her hands against my shoulders and rolled into a sitting position. Resting against the headboard, I worried she might take off.

Instead, Goldie settled her knees next to my thighs and straddled me. Up on her knees, she sank her fingers into my hair as she smiled down at me. Even with her perky tits in my face, I couldn’t look away from her grinning lips.

“I don’t want to date anyone, but I like you,” Goldie said, watching me with a curious gaze. “Maybe we can be fuck buddies. We’d need to keep things on the down-low unless we want everyone up our butts with questions and expectations. But maybe once or twice a month, we can meet up. I can come see you in Baton Rouge. You can come see me here.”

“No,” I said without thinking.

Goldie’s easygoing expression cracked, revealing hurt and a hint of her temper. When she stopped playing with my hair, I wondered if she might yank on it.

“You can’t visit me in Baton Rouge,” I said and cupped her ass. “People will get suspicious if they see you there. If I’m spotted here, no one will care.”

Goldie’s expression was slow to warm again. She studied me like I might be fucking with her. My hands caressed her back before sliding around to her tits. I looked up at her and held her gaze until she mellowed out.

“I don’t date,” I said and kissed her right nipple. “I wasn’t raised with any romantic notions about love or relationships. My parents were more friends than lovers. They often claimed they were together for tax reasons. Since I lie on my taxes, I’ve got no need to marry someone to get a break.”

Her brow furrowed as she mumbled, “That might be the saddest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not sad, only practical. I like my life the way it is, but I’m aware of the benefit of spending time with you.”

Goldie smiled softly as her nails scratched at my scalp. “I don’t have weird parents like yours. Mine fell in love the old-fashioned way. Just two killers, one with a chip on his shoulder and the other with a few screws loose. They realized life was better together than apart.”