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His hips slammed into me over and over, his cock punishing my pussy as he fucked me relentlessly. All I could do was fist the bedsheets and hold on, taking the pain, taking the pleasure, taking all he had to offer.

How was it this ridiculously easy for him? How was he so fucking skilled at working my body?

And then, before my mind could process what was happening, I was there, exploding into a thousand pieces, my orgasm slamming through me with so much force I saw stars behind my eyes.

I fisted the sheets, screaming into the pillow, bucking wildly against his cock, until he was right there with me, his groans growing louder, his movements more out of control, until eventually he pulled his cock out of me, and jerked against my ass with a ragged, animalistic groan, his cum dripping down my pussy and onto the sheets below.

The room had gone almost silent now, except for our breathing. The tension stretched tight enough to hurt.

But just as I went to talk to him, to push myself up and look at him, we heard it…

Footsteps outside the door.

My whole body froze. The sound was faint, but close enough to yank me straight back into reality.

“The hallway,” I hissed on a whisper.

There was someone in the fucking hallway!

Vienna jerked, every trace of heat vanished from his expression, replaced by cold alertness so fast it almost made me dizzy. He stepped back from the bed in one smooth movement. I spun around just in time to see him backing out of the balcony doors.

“I’ll be back,” he promised with a wink, and then he vanished, disappearing into the darkest edge of the balcony without a sound.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I yanked my nightdress down and scrambled upright just as a shadow passed beneath the slit of light under my bedroom door.

I stopped breathing as the footsteps slowed, and then paused.

My pulse was deafening now, my skin still burning, my body still caught somewhere between want and terror so sharply I thought I might actually faint.

For one endless second, the shadow stayed there.

Then a male voice muttered something too low for me to make out, followed by the faint clink of a bottle. The shadow laughed, and then he retreated until there was nothing but silence once more.

I stayed frozen for another few seconds before I dared move.

My whole body was shaking.

I turned back toward the window on instinct, breath still too shallow, and found Vienna stepping slowly out of the shadows once more. His jaw was locked so tightly I could see the muscle ticking in his cheek even from where I stood.

For a second, neither of us said anything. Then, very quietly, he asked, “You alright?”

The sudden gentleness of it nearly undid me. I nodded once, but he didn’t look convinced.

“Gabby,” he said, terrifyingly tender after everything that had happened. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the heat still clinging to my skin.

“Maybe,” I whispered, voice unsteady, “we should stop doing this. We’ve got it out of our system now. Maybe we should stop playing with fire.”

The words didn’t even sound real as they left my mouth, because I didn’t mean them. Not really. And the second they were out there, lingering between us, I hated them.

Vienna stared at me for a long moment before he gave a slow, humourless smile. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “We probably should.”

He didn’t move and neither did I.

The lie sat between us, obvious and useless.

Then, after a beat, his eyes dropped to my mouth one last time before lifting again.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured. Then he stepped back into the dark and disappeared. As I stared at the empty balcony, my pulse still racing from how close we had just come to being discovered, I found myself thinking of the first time we’d ever been caught.