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  She was laughing so hard now, it was difficult to speak, but she managed to blurt, “No! I don’t.”

  His fingers moved toward her feet.

  “Okay, okay!” She jerked her feet from his hands, spreading her legs wide. “We can fuck now!”

  Before she could draw another breath, his chest was pressed to hers and his hips were settled between her thighs. The long, hot brand of his erection pressed right against her sex. She blinked up at him, both of their breathing ragged.

  His deep brown eyes sparkled. “Right where I wanted you.” He flexed his hips, entering her the slightest bit.

  Her erratic breathing hitched. Her heart still pounded from laughing so hard, and her body was having trouble keeping up with the swift switch of gears. Around his dick, her body went liquid, flushing hot.

  He pulled back, leaving her, and her hands flew to his shoulders where she gripped tightly, moaning at the loss. She canted her hips, chasing his body with hers automatically, which was apparently exactly what he wanted her to do, because with a soothing noise, he palmed her ass with one hand and thrust again, this time entering her fully and seating himself until his pubic bone met hers.

  Her head tipped back, and she bit out a curse. He was big. Uncomfortably so. Just when she was starting to panic, however, she realized he wasn’t moving. He hadn’t thrust inside her body and immediately started going to town. He was giving her body time to adjust, and while he was doing that, he was pressing soft kisses along her cheek.

  Within seconds, the soft press of his lips to her skin was driving her a little wild, and the fact that he wasn’t moving manifested itself in a tight coil deep in her gut.

  She trailed her hands down from his shoulders, scraping her nails lightly along his back, until she could grab hold of his firm ass. Clutching him tightly with both hands, she ground against him, chasing the pressure she needed against her clit almost frantically.

  He shifted his hips just the slightest bit, and suddenly, she had what she’d been seeking. He rotated against her, sending shivers up her spine and all through her body. She moaned harshly.

  He pressed a kiss to her jaw just below her ear. “Right there?” he asked in a husky whisper.

  “FuckJesusyes.”

  His breathy chuckle wafted through her senses. He continued to press kisses down her neck while languidly stirring his hips. He wasn’t thrusting, and that’s what confused her, because she was about to shoot the top of her head off in a blinding orgasm, and the man was barely moving.

  Talk about your major mojo. I’m never sleeping with a non-gigolo again.

  Amid another rotation of his hips, his hand moved up from her flank to cup her right breast. He squeezed at just the point of most devastating pressure against her clit, and followed the squeeze by smoothing his thumb across her painfully pebbled nipple.

  I’m definitely going to come. There was no stopping it, and it was going to be embarrassingly strong. The muscles of his ass flexed in her hands at the same, measured tempo, but everything inside her body went on high alert. She stiffened.

  “Don’t fight it, Freckles,” he whispered against her collarbone, thumbing her nipple once more. “You’ve got plenty more coming, so just let it happen.”

  “Oh, God,” she murmured, her fingers curving into his meaty ass. She stopped resisting, and at once, pleasure flooded her entire body, shooting outward from where they were joined.

  As lights shot behind her squeezed-tight eyelids, Gage began to move. He kneed her legs wider, pulled back his hips, and thrust into her hard. Then he thrust again. And again.

  By the fourth time he thrust, her orgasm had reached new heights. Can I die from pleasure? A broken, high-pitched sound was escaping her lips, and the muscles of her sex were constricting so violently, she was sure she was going to be sore tomorrow.

  Gage growled into her skin, and as she came down from the orgasm to end all orgasms, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes, never once breaking the stride of his measured, rough thrusts. “Okay?”

  Is he kidding? She nodded her head vigorously, stroking up from his ass to his back, wincing as her fingers discovered welts her nails had left behind.

  “Good.” He smiled. “Hold on tight. The second one’s always easy.”

  The second one? Before she could think harder on that, he shifted the angle of his thrusts. Now the hard ridge of his piercing hit a spot inside her that made her gasp so hard, she nearly swallowed her tongue. “Gage!” she pleaded, not quite understanding what she was asking for. Mercy? More? Harder?

  Apparently, all three. And somehow, he understood. Lowering his head, he sucked her turgid nipple into his mouth. At the same time, he added a twist of his hips at the end of every thrust so not only was his piercing driving her crazy, but he ground against her clit as well.

  “Oh, shit.”

  With no warning at all, she was thrown headlong into another orgasm.

  The easy second one. Of course. Because that was, apparently, a thing.

  This second orgasm was much shorter than the first, but no less intense. By the time she could think again, his thrusts had slowed and gentled.

  She could feel a fine sheen of perspiration along her chest and neck, and she couldn’t figure out why—she hadn’t really been doing anything. Her sex continued to spasm around Gage’s dick.

  “I . . . feel like . . . I’m getting the better . . . end of the deal,” she gasped, stroking from his shoulders down to the muscles of his arms that bulged with holding up his weight.

  He shook his head, his smile lopsided. “From my angle, I seem to be getting a pretty good deal.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Then, maybe you need a different angle.”

  Wrapping her legs around his knees, she pressed against his chest with both hands, rolling them until they were flipped. She’d managed to keep them joined, making her look smoother than she was. She planted her knees on either side of his hips, rose up, and sank down heavily on his dick. With a smile, she asked, “How’s this angle?”

  Chapter Six

  Holy fuck shit.

  Cassidy was bouncing on his dick. Her pert breasts bobbed with her every movement. The two orgasms he’d already given her had left a rosy stain on her chest, neck, and cheeks, and her eyes had a well-pleasured sheen to them.

  He squeezed her thighs with both hands and struggled for his signature control—the control that, for some reason, had been hard to come by ever since he’d thrust into her uncannily tight pussy.

  Scratch that: he’d been in control for about five seconds. Then, he’d discovered she wrinkled her nose during sex.

  You’re a professional, remember? A damn good one. If he had to use every trick in his book to remember that, he would.

  He shrugged with one shoulder, stroking her inner thighs with his thumbs. “I like this angle okay.” His throat felt thick around the words, and it felt like his dick was literally buzzing.

  She was so slick from coming that he could feel her coating the condom, which, in and of itself was not an unusual occurrence whenever he had sex with a woman. But for some reason, noticing this detail in Cassidy was stimulating as hell.

  She leaned forward, and planted her palms over his pierced nipples. Using his chest for leverage, she raised and lowered herself on him again, this time grinding her clit against his pubic bone on the downswing. She nibbled her bottom lip and moaned. And then she wrinkled her nose. Again.

  He bit back a groan but wasn’t quite successful in containing it. She cracked open her eyelids, peering at him with those sparkling green eyes of hers. He coasted a palm up her flat belly until he could hold one of her bobbing breasts.

  She sighed as he skimmed his thumb over her nipple, twisting a little more this time when she landed in his lap.

  A telltale feeling curled at the base of his spine, and Gage momentarily froze before squeezing her breast again with barely a pause.

  Rising up on one elbow to take the nipple he’d been stroki
ng into his mouth, he narrowed in on that feeling in his lower back. No, that can’t possibly be right.

  He’d had two clients today. Though he didn’t always come when he was with a client, he had with the second one. Just a few hours ago. But, swear to God, that curling warmth at the base of his spine signaled he was close to orgasm. After just a few minutes and only two orgasms for her. A problem he’d never had, outside of this room, in his life.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  As he sucked on Gamer Girl’s sweet nipple, she cried out softly and clutched his head to her breast. The coil in his spine tightened, and he felt a moment of true panic.

  I’m not remotely in control right now.

  He scrabbled for it. It eluded him. Next he knew, he was shoving up into Cassidy’s pussy as she lowered on her knees. She bounced with a gasp.

  He wrenched away from her breast. “Shit.” What the fuck, man? “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” The words poured from him with no space in between.

  She tilted her head, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him for a long, silent moment.

  She’s going to kick me out. And he deserved for her to. He couldn’t believe he’d lost control. He could—and often did—do rough, but that was only when explicitly asked, and when he was able to tell that it was genuinely wanted and not just dirty talk. Cassidy had given him neither.

  She’d gasped. And not like she had when he made her come.

  “Do it again.”

  He froze, his frantic thoughts piling up like a derailed train. “What?”

  She looked him dead in the eye. “I want you to lose control again.”

  He was tempted to laugh it off. To claim he hadn’t lost control. But there was no denying it; his slip had been obvious. Besides that, what she asked was impossible. “I never lose control,” he said gravely.

  He couldn’t afford to. Any time in the past when he’d lost control of his tightly reined emotions, disaster had ensued.

  She narrowed her eyes. “Not even if I ask nicely?”

  Especially not then. “No.”

  There must have been something telling in his expression, because as he watched, all hints of teasing disappeared from Cassidy’s face. She reached for him, threading the fingers of both hands through his hair and cupping his cheeks. “Hey,” she said. “Are you okay?”

  Now, he did laugh it off. “Of course I am, Freckles.” He ducked his head, gently dislodging her fingers. Head in the game, Adams. He was ruining this. They were supposed to be having fun.

  Time to take control again.

  Without warning, he surged up, crashing his lips against hers and wrapping his arms around her back. She gasped with what had to be surprise, and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue against hers and then flick the roof of her mouth.

  Cinching his arms tightly, he pulled Cassidy up, and as though he’d spoken a command, she wrapped her legs around his hips. He peered over her shoulder as he continued to kiss her and began prowling toward one of her gaming chairs on his knees, her weight firmly held against his chest.

  She moaned around his tongue as he settled her into the leather seat, surging between her thighs at the same time.

  He didn’t know why, exactly, he’d moved them to this chair: the one he’d seen her playing video games in nearly every night since she’d moved in. Probably wanted this memory of him fucking her senseless to be tied permanently to a location she spent so much time in.

  She’ll never be able to sit here again and not think of it.

  Good fucking God. He was losing his mind. And, worse, though he’d regained most of his control, the knot in his spine had not loosened.

  He was going to shoot his load. And soon.

  “You need one more,” he murmured against her lips. “I need to give you one more.”

  She groaned and nuzzled his chin, making him tip his head back. She pressed a kiss to his neck. “Just fuck me, Gage. Stop thinking so much.”

  Okay, then. He eased his hand between their tightly pressed bodies and found her swollen and throbbing clit with his thumb.

  Biting his bottom lip hard enough to generate grounding pain, he stroked her clit and started thrusting again. This had boiled down to a race: Make her come before I do.

  It was neck and neck.

  Her breathing changed in a promising way. Her hold on his shoulders tightened, and when she pressed her next kiss to his neck, it had the bite of teeth.

  Not helping. He gritted his teeth, swallowing the sounds that wanted to spring out of his mouth. “Come on, Freckles,” he murmured into her wrecked hair. “Let me feel you.”

  He started stroking her clit in faster, tighter circles, and, thank God, it worked.

  “Fuck,” she moaned. She closed her teeth over his collarbone, and as her arms and legs squeezed him tightly, her pussy started to squeeze him as well in synchronized pulses.

  Blinding pleasure, in a class he couldn’t at this moment remember ever feeling, rushed over him. “Shit . . . sweet—” He bit off whatever idiocy he’d been about to mutter just in time. “Shit.”

  His come seemed to punch from the end of his cock, filling the condom in wave after wave of coinciding rapture. “Cassidy,” he groaned, pulling her close and grinding against her as his orgasm went on longer than he thought he could bear.

  This isn’t normal. Shouldn’t be this good.

  He knew that, and yet. . . .

  Finally, the pleasure started to abate.

  In the aftermath, their hectic breaths the only sound in the apartment, he felt . . .silly. His cheeks heated. Like he’d made a spectacle of himself. Groaning her name and fighting not to come and holding her close.

  You’re still doing that last one. He abruptly dropped his arms and withdrew, his flagging erection slipping from the warmth of her body with nearly palpable regret.

  He shoved a hand through his hair, finding it a knotted mess. He’d just jerked away from the woman he’d had sex with. Damn, that was an insult. She was going to be upset.

  He brought his anxious gaze to her face and paused. Cassidy was sprawled out, legs and arms everywhere, with a blissed-out expression on her face. She gazed up at him from beneath lowered lids, her eyelashes nearly blocking the green from view.

  Not upset, then.

  “Fuck . . . yes,” she breathed. She stretched then, rolling her back and spreading out her arms, which just so happened to put her breasts on breathtaking display.

  His cock twitched against his thigh. Down, boy.

  Cassidy twisted mid-stretch and stared at the time on the cable box. She yawned then said, “I have an early morning, and I’m so ready for the sleeps.”

  “Oh,” he said lamely. Oh? “Yeah, me, too.” He rocked back on his feet and rose to a standing position. Cassidy’s gaze followed his movement, and she licked her lips as he pulled the condom off and tied it in a knot.

  She struggled to sit upright, and he reflexively extended a hand.

  “Thanks,” she said, slipping her fingers into his. He pulled her up, and she thanked him with a pat to his naked chest. “I’m just going to—” She pointed down the hallway toward her bedroom. “Can you lock the door on the way out?”

  “Uh. . . . ” Yes, you fucking idiot. The word is yes. “Yeah, I can do that. Just twist the lock on the knob, or—”

  Okay, now he was babbling.

  She was already walking away from him, the sight of her shaking ass no less devastating than it had been thirty minutes earlier. “Yep. Bye, Gage.”

  No See you later. Not even Good night.

  “Bye?” To his horror, it had come out as a question. Luckily, she’d already closed her bedroom door and missed him pussying out in the middle of her gaming room.

  He stood stock still, staring at their scattered clothes. I’ve been dismissed. From Cassidy’s apartment. From her life, apparently.

  It was exactly what he’d been wanting and hoping for his entire adult life. What he couldn’t figure out as he
shoved his legs through his pants and yanked them up was why he wasn’t ecstatic right now.

  His back stung as he pulled on his shirt. He threw a glance over his shoulder. Cassidy had scored the ever-loving fuck out of his back.

  Shit. His clients tomorrow weren’t going to like that. He’d have to get creative to keep them from seeing it. He would have stopped her if he’d been half inside his usual mind.

  Sure, you would have. Don’t pretend you aren’t more pissed about having to hide the scratches at all. What, like he was proud of them?

  He scrubbed a hand down his face. Time to get out of here.

  The night was over. It had been a one-time thing. End of story.

  Why then, as he clicked the lock and pulled the door closed behind him, did the spot behind his rib—where a normal person’s heart would reside—why did that spot ache?

  Chapter Seven

  Cassidy whistled as she stirred some sugar into the crappy coffee someone had made in the break room. This was her second cup of coffee in an hour and it hurt to sit down, but damn, it was one fine morning.

  “Are you . . . whistling?”

  Cassidy froze. Shit. She knew that voice. So much for a good morning. She turned, her coffee in hand. “Hey, Chris.”

  The guy she’d made the mistake of sleeping with a year prior stood in the open door. She’d apparently spun around more quickly than he’d been anticipating, because she caught him staring at her ass. Ugh, seriously? She could call him on it, but a quick exit was the more attractive choice. She pushed away from the counter she’d been leaning on and headed toward the door. Unfortunately, that meant she was also heading toward Chris.

  “If you’re whistling, something good must have happened,” he said with a wider-than-necessary smile and a slightly desperate glint to his eyes.

  “Just a good fuck,” Cassidy said before she could stop herself. Double shit. Now he was going to do the puppy-dog eyes.

  “Oh.” Right on cue, Chris’s brown eyes—a very ordinary brown when compared to Gage’s, not that she was comparing—drooped.