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“Good.” That was it—that was all he said before he entered me.

“Fuck!” I yelped, and he clapped a hand over my mouth.

Oh my God. He was huge.

“You’re so wet.” He grunted as he thrust into me, hips pumping. “You’re so tight.”

I had never had sex like this in my life. He was hard, driving, relentless. My body sucked him in greedily, craving the deep strokes. He held my hips tight, almost rough, and pounded into me. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against me, and I reached back and lightly squeezed them.

Jack grunted, pure male pleasure. And then he announced, “I want you to come now.” He took his thumb and circled my ass, tentatively pressing against me.

“What…What are you…?” But it became clear soon enough. He gently pressed his thumb inside while he pumped into me, owning me everywhere, conquering me, filling me, and my body started to quake around him. “Oh. Oh!” So. Much. Pleasure…

I cried out, not caring who heard me.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered as I shattered.

He thrust deeper, his own orgasm seeming to build. “Oh, fuck yeah.” He slapped my ass with his spare hand.

He bucked his hips again, one last final time, so deep—and then he came in a torrent.

Our bodies shuddered together in the moonlight.

The first fireworks burst in the sky over the water, and Jack laughed.

“Perfect timing.”

I woke up with a mixture of feelings—pleasure and pain. Pleasure because my limbs felt loose and relaxed. Pain because my head was fucking killing me.

Bright sunlight blinded me—I hadn’t managed to close the curtains. I glimpsed at the nightstand—the clock read six a.m. A glass of water and two Advil were placed neatly beside the clock. And a note.

Nice meeting you. — Jack

I took the Advil, guzzled the water, and promptly hid under the blankets. I couldn’t believe what I’d done with Jack last night. My cheeks heated as the scene played out in my mind. Sex. In public. With a stranger. And I’d gone down on him. And he’d gone down on me. And—I rubbed my ass, refusing to think about it.

At least he’d be gone this morning, abandoning the island with the rest of the guests. I’d never see him again.

On the one hand, that was a shame. I’d never had sex like that in my life!

On the other, it was definitely for the best. I’d sworn off men for the summer. I had to study for the bar and prepare for my new position at the firm. My “real” life was about to start, and I needed to be ready.

Plus, if Jack had been that good in “bed”—of course, we’d never made it to a bed—how many women had he been with? He must be a man-whore, one of Derek’s vile, frat-boy friends from Duke. Ew. One and done.

At least it was a good one!

I waited until the painkillers kicked in, then threw on some sweats and padded downstairs. The Vejas’s house was insane. It was an older farmhouse, but they had updated everything with high-end finishes. It was clean, pure luxury, decorated perfectly. Living here for the summer would be the upgrade of a lifetime.

I made myself a coffee and went and sat on the front porch. The air was chilly, but the sun had already risen, promising warmth with its rays. Its golden reflection shimmered against the blue-green water and bathed the mainland’s mountains with a warm glow. Despite my hangover, I smiled as I had a sip of coffee.

Little Seal Island might be the most beautiful place I’d ever seen.

It was quiet, save for the tide coming in and the birds chirping. I wasn’t sure, but Maine might be heaven.

“I’m in hell.” Alex trudged down the street, barefoot, heading for the house. Her hair was a rat’s nest, and her mascara was smeared beneath her eyes.

“Are you okay?”

She collapsed into the rocker beside me, booze fumes emanating from her pores. “No.”