If she’s sober enough to think about protection, then she’s sober enough for us to do this. God knows I can’t stop now.
“I’ve got plenty.”
Her kiss resumes—an almost violent and punishing kiss that has my eyes trying to roll back in my head. I hold her to me for a second longer before I put her down, quickly removing and discarding her dress.
Fuck me. Tria in lace isn’t something I was prepared for. A thong? I’m never going to last. Not after being hard for this long.
She reaches her hand in my pants, and delicate fingers take a firm grip on my cock, stroke it, and make me stumble again when my knees falter. Damn. She’s going to make me fuck up and come too early if she keeps this up.
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I lift her to be on the dining table in her massive suite. Her girly panting makes me hurry my motions as I fumble for a condom. She gets to work pushing my pants down while I tear open the condom, and I roll her thong down, desperate to be buried inside her the way I’ve fantasized about being all night long.
I rip the pack open with my teeth, but she takes the condom from me and rolls it on like I’m taking too long. The slightest touch of her hands on my cock has me counting to ten, trying my damnedest not to embarrass myself.
The second it’s secure, she spreads her legs and jerks me to her. A low growl comes from my throat as I grip her to me, my eyes roll back as I sink in, and I almost come then and there when she moans in delight.
I was really hoping she wouldn’t feel this damn good. Fuck. It’s like a hot, wet, velvet heaven is encasing me, squeezing me like a gentle vice.
I start moving slowly, doing what I can to last long enough for her to find her release first, but it’s never going to happen. Not after the way she’s had me worked up all night.
“Kode,” she murmurs, pushing back.
Fuck. She’s changing her mind now? Damn it.
“Yeah?” I mutter, going down to kiss her neck, praying she doesn’t stop me just yet.
“We hate each other,” she says, tilting her head to give me a better angle, and I take advantage. I also push back inside her, making her breath catch when our bases meet and rub together.
“So?” I ask, knowing where she’s going with this, but praying I’m wrong.
“So fuck me like you hate me, already.”
Damn. If I didn’t hate her, I think that would have made me fall in love. That’s really not going to help me last long.
I pull out of her and flip her over, pressing her against the table, and I slam into her from behind before she has time to register my actions.
“So much better,” she moans as I ram into her again, and that’s all I can take.
Fucking three strokes later and I’ve humiliated myself by getting off so damn quickly.
“No,” she groans, pressing back on me, begging me to keep going.
“Five minutes is all I need, and then I’ll fuck you like I hate you all night,” I say against her ear, enjoying the chills that rise on her soft skin.
“You’d better.”
Chapter 3
TRIA
Shit. It wasn’t a dream. Kode Sterling is still in my bed, proving all my wild fantasies from the night before weren’t just incredible dreams. Even the devil sleeps, apparently.
His arms are closed around me—a parody of a lover’s embrace—and his blonde hair looks even blonder in the room full of early-morning sunshine. His evenly tanned skin, along with that hair, gives him the appearance of a laidback surfer, instead of a Sterling mogul. And that body… No man should have a body like that to match a face like his. It’s just not fair to the rest of the world.
He looks so peaceful, and if everything I remember is real, then he’s probably exhausted.
No. No. No. This can’t be happening.
Groaning internally, I rush to the bathroom to pull on my robe. After stepping over all the carnage, I quietly slip into the bathroom in search of a few answers. I gasp when I see the trashcan. One, two, three, four... five condoms? Oh damn. This is bad. So, so bad.