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“Mateo—”

“Shannon,” he growls. “Quiet. No one can see us.”

I find that hard to believe. I can see several people from where we stand. One is across the busy street—some lady doing gardening. The neighbor to the left is out, talking to the high-school kid who must live next door. And there’s an older woman a couple houses down with a dog on a leash.

“If you’re quiet, they’ll never know that I’m fucking you on the front porch, just a few feet away.”

“You’re crazy,” I say.

“Not really,” he says. “Just adventurous.” He sits down on a leather couch, placing me in his lap so we’re facing each other. “Did you have fun inside?”

I nod, still feeling the throbbing from my orgasm. I want more. I am dying for more.

“Put my cock inside you.”

I lift up my hips and find his wet tip. I rub it along my clit a few times, burying my head into his neck from the sensations. And then I place him at my entrance and ease down.

“Oh, fuck,” I say, as he stretches me wide.

“Fuck me,” Mateo says. “Fuck me the way you like it so I know how to do it next time.”

I forget about the people all around us. I forget about everything. How old he is, how much more experienced he is, how much trouble I will be in if people find out, what they’ll call me. I throw it all away because the only thing I have room for is the way he makes me feel.

I place my hands on his shoulders, gripping his hard muscles, and ease up and down so slowly it makes him grimace.

“Slow, then?” he asks.

I nod into his neck, my teeth nipping at his skin, my hands desperate to bring him closer to me. His finger finds my ass, probing the tight entrance just enough to drive me wild.

“Ohhhh,” I moan.

“Shhh,” he says. “We can be loud inside, but when we fuck out here, we will be quiet.” He whispers that so close to my ear, it vibrates through my whole body. The only part I care about is the promise of more.

I want more.

So I ease down, and up, and down and up. I get a rhythm going, my hips moving forward as I press his cock inside me so I can rub my clit against his shaft. Our breath becomes heavy and mine turns into uncontrollable panting.

“Come,” he whispers in my ear. “Come on my dick.”

I can’t help myself. Even if I wanted to wait, I can’t. I lean my head into his neck, my fingernails grip his shoulders so hard he growls, and I bite his ear—moaning, and moaning, and moaning so only he can hear me.

We sit there like that until I can feel his come slipping out of me. “We didn’t use a condom,” I say.

“We don’t need one,” he says back. “I found your pills in your room last week.”

Chapter Sixteen

He doesn’t give me any time to question him about that statement, because he says, “Lie on me, Shannon,” as he rearranges us so we are lying back along the couch and I’m on top of his chest.

I give off a huge sigh.

“Tired?” he asks, dragging a long strand of my hair up and down my back.

“Relaxed,” I say.

And then we go quiet. Our breathing evens out and I listen to his heartbeat get slower and slower and if he wasn’t still tickling my back with my own hair, I’d be convinced he was asleep.

“Will you come back here on Friday?” he asks, breaking the silence.