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I’ll admit it; he strokes my ego a little.

I figure after such a long dry spell I deserve this. Letting my hair down for the first time in a while feels fantastic. It’s not like I’m ever gonna see this guy again; he’s not even from around here.

He lines up and pushes back in. This angle is deep, and I grip the comforter beneath me, sticking my ass out to meet his thrusts.

“So good.” I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, my head falling forward. “Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He whispers sexy things in my ear as he fucks me.

Such a tight pussy.

You’re so fucking perfect.

I wanna fuck you all night, baby.

What’s more? He has stamina like I’ve never known, and yes, that’s likely because he’s twenty-fucking-seven. Clearly, the rumors about younger guys are actually true because I’ve literally lost count of how many times he’s had me hollering his name.

Just when I think I can’t climax again, he pulls out, spreads my cheeks and uses his tongue to plunge in and out of my pussy as I scream. After shoving himself back in, he pumps me over and over until he stills, my name a groan on his lips as he shudders violently and empties himself into the condom.

I don’t know why a part of me wishes he’d done that inside me. I don’t even know him.

But something tells me we’re only just warming up.

CHAPTER 4

DRIFTER

My heart thunders. I’ve been in and out of sleep. The beautiful woman by my side is like an angel, her hair splayed over the white pillows; the contrast is electric. Ruby fell asleep after our third round.

I dig that she’s appreciative of my skills in the sack. As promised, I did get her off in under three minutes. I glance at her sleeping form. She’s facing my way, her perfect heart-shaped mouth slightly open.

The woman is the epitome of exquisite. Flawless. The second I laid eyes on her, I knew she was it.

I’m hooked.

I’ve never fallen in love before, especially at first sight, but that’s how I know I’ve never felt this way, because I don’t get tongue-tied around women. My palms definitely do not sweat, and I never second-guess myself. That’s all changed now, thanks to Ruby.

She stirs, and I turn on my side to watch her. Sleeping like a princess, she sighs, and I wonder what she’s dreaming about. Fucking sap.

I need to get a grip, but every time I tell myself I need to turn over and go to sleep, the urge to reach out and touch her takes over.

Maybe I told a white lie tonight. She’s not gonna like it when she finds out who I am, but that can’t be helped. I don’t want reality to dawn and her not want me.

Did I set out to sleep with her? Heck no.

Do I regret any of it? Also no. Not in a heartbeat.

But the second I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t walk away. Let’s face it, she was up for it, too.

Granted, I probably should have disclosed who I am, but she wouldn’t have looked twice at me if I had. The only reason she did is because she doesn’t know my identity. While I’m not necessarily a shallow person, I’ll use my looks if and when I have to. We had fun, and if she’ll let me do it again, I’ll be all over it.

Something tells me she may see things differently when I arrive at the clubhouse tomorrow. She’s definitely gonna know who I am then. Which reminds me, I should put my number in her phone, just in case she decides to slip out before I wake. I grab her phone off the nightstand—deliberating for two seconds about whether this is a good idea—then scan her face and add my number as a contact. I call myself, then click her phone closed. I’ve no interest in going through it; that would be a complete invasion of privacy. But if she’s mad at me tomorrow, it’s an assurance that I can at least text her and explain myself. Not that I’ve thought any of that through yet.

Then I think about the brief conversation we had earlier…

“You have no parents?”

“Who’d have thought that was worse news.”