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  Sawyer kicks off his shoes as I push his pants down, and he lets them fall to the ground, kicking them to the side as well. Finally, I get my first look at his long, hard length. I feel a tremor of nerves fluttering in my stomach as I wonder whether something so long and thick will fit inside of me – I’m a small girl, after all. But he makes it clear that’s not something I need to worry about right this moment.

  My hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and he grips it hard, yanking my head back firmly as he steps forward. Gripping his thick rod, Sawyer runs the head of it around my lips, letting me feel the slick moisture spilling from the tip. I’m so turned on the taste is like honey to me.

  “Open your mouth,” he commands.

  I do as he says. With slow, deliberate motions, he slides his cock into my mouth, and I taste his salty precum. He rolls his hips, slowly pumping his staff into my mouth, and I feel the fire between my thighs burning bright.

  “Close your mouth now,” he gasps through gritted teeth, his voice thick with desire.

  I wrap my lips around his shaft tight, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock as he starts to piston his dick into my mouth. His rhythm is slow at first. I moan as I feel every inch of his rod in my mouth deliciously. A few moments later, though, he starts to move his hips faster, driving his thick member into my mouth even harder. I can’t get enough of his taste

  Sawyer grips my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him as he fucks my mouth. My body tenses, and my pussy quivers as I relish the feel and taste of him. I listen to him grunting, hear how labored his breathing is getting, and know he’s coming close.

  I reach out, intending to finish him off with my hand and mouth, but when I grip the base of his cock, Sawyer grunts and staggers back a couple of steps. He’s got a wild-eyed gleam in his eye and a roguish smile on his face as he takes a minute to gather himself.

  “I’m nowhere near done with you,” he growls.

  A small squeal escapes me as Sawyer hauls me to my feet. He spins me around and bends me over the bed. He digs around on the ground, finally coming up with a small silver packet. He opens it with a soft rip and quickly slides the condom down his throbbing length.

  My heart is thundering in my chest, and there’s a fluttering in my stomach as I realize what’s about to happen. This is it. I’m about to lose my virginity to a man I never would have even considered sleeping with back in college. But my body is ringing with need and begging for release – and everything about this situation feels so right.

  I want this. I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.

  I want him.

  Sawyer pushes my skirt up around my waist, and then I feel his hand in the middle of my back, pressing me down as he steps up behind me. I feel the head of his length press against my hot, wet opening. My heart lurches in my chest, and my entire body starts to tense up in nervousness and anticipation at the same time.

  “Just relax,” he says soothingly.

  “I’m trying.”

  I feel the head of his length parting my swollen lips, and a moment later, I grimace and do my best to stifle my cry as I feel him sliding into me inch by inch. There is an intense pinch of pain as he moves deeper into me, and my eyes shimmer with tears as Sawyer fills me up. It’s not long before he’s entirely sheathed within me, and I’m biting my tongue so hard, I can taste blood.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I don’t trust myself to speak without sounding like I’m in sheer agony, so I just nod. Sawyer starts to roll his hips slowly, and I feel his engorged staff moving within me. I’m just about to tell him to stop when a wave of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known comes in from nowhere and crashes down over me.

  Sawyer’s rhythm steadies out – he slips deep into me and then moves back, almost pulling out completely, before plunging into me again – and the pinch of pain that accompanies every thrust is blended with an overwhelming rush of pleasure. The pain actually seems to make the pleasure all the more vivid.

  “Sawyer,” I gasp. “Oh my God, yes.”

  He picks up his pace, thrusting his hips harder, slamming himself deep into me. He grips my hair and pulls my head back again, the steady slap-slap-slap of our bodies crashing together filling my ears. My body is alight with an erotic energy that fills me from head to toe, and I’m screaming out as he fucks me.

  The sound of flesh meeting flesh rings out a moment before I feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass. At the same moment, he drives himself impossibly deep into me. The sensation is so overwhelming, when I open my mouth to cry out, all that comes out is a ragged gasp. Still gripping my hair tight, Sawyer smacks my ass again, that sharp lance of pain augmenting the pleasure he’s giving me.

  I feel his cock swelling within me as his movements become more frantic. He plunges himself into me again and again, both of us moving together in unison. I feel my body tightening again as Sawyer delivers another hard smack to my ass while he pierces my molten core.

  “Play with your clit,” he instructs.

  I reach down and immediately begin to do as he commands, teasing and playing with my clit as he plunges his dick into me with a wild abandon. It’s not long before I feel like I’m touching a live wire. My body is seared with sensation. I shudder and cry out as my orgasm grips me tight. Sawyer’s grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls my head back harder as he slaps my ass again, fucking me as I come.

  My orgasm is so powerful, it leaves me breathless and boneless, and I pitch forward, collapsing onto my stomach. Undaunted, Sawyer rolls me over onto my back and settles in above me, bracing himself on arms that are rippling with muscle. He spreads my thighs, running his fingertips along my silky stockings, growling low with approval.

  I gasp, and my eyes grow to the size of dinner plates as he drives his cock back into me. I reach up and dig my nails into his shoulders as he resumes his rhythm, thrusting his length into me hard and deep. Leaning down, his mouth crashes into mine, and he forces his tongue past my lips, the passion in his kiss matching the intensity he’s fucking me with.

  Our bodies move together. The sensation of him filling me up is absolutely electric. As I’m rocked by another wave of pleasure, I dig my nails even deeper into his shoulders, drawing a sharp hiss from him. Sawyer drives himself into me one last time and holds himself there for a moment. Then all at once, I feel his cock pulsing and throbbing deep inside of me, and then a low growl passes his lips as he bursts into the condom.

  We remain coupled together like that for several long moments, our eyes locked together as we catch our breath. Eventually, he withdraws his cock, and as he does, I feel almost – empty. My every nerve ending is singing with delight and vibrating with an erotic energy that lights up even the darkest corners inside of me.

  “That was amazing,” I whisper.

  He nods. “Yes, you are.”

  He plants a soft kiss on the tip of my nose before rolling off me and flopping onto his back. Sawyer pulls me to him, and I rest my head on his chest, feeling comforted by the steady sound of his heartbeat booming inside of him – and it’s not long before I give myself over to the warm, dark comfort of sleep as it pulls me under.

  * * *

  My eyes snap open as a bolt of bright white fear rockets through me. I sit up in the bed and look around wildly, not certain where I am for a moment. But then I feel the aches and pains in my body, in places I’ve never been sore in before, and it all comes rushing back to me – every last delicious memory, which brings a smile to my lips.

  I slowly turn my head, half-convinced I’m not going to see Sawyer laying there, that this was all some elaborate dream. Or maybe in a champagne fueled haze, I went back to somebody else’s room – a thought that makes my skin start to crawl. But when I look over, I see him lying there, propped up on one elbow, staring back at me.

  I run the tips of my fingers along his cheek, trailing them over his, scruffy beard as I stare into eyes that are sparkling like they’
re lit from within. Sawyer gives me a crooked little grin.

  “You snore,” he states simply.

  I laugh and slap him playfully on the chest. “Shut up.”

  I glance over at the clock on the bedside table and frown. It’s later than I expected, and although Nadia said she could stay the night, I don’t want to put her out too much. But the thought of getting out of this bed and breaking that magic spell is tough when all I want is to stay nestled in his arms – and maybe do a bit more of what we did earlier.

  But then an image of my dad crosses my mind, and despite how hard I clung to it, the magic bubble I’ve been floating in all evening vanishes.

  “I should go,” I say softly.

  He pulls me down to him again and wraps me up in those thick, hard arms. Almost unconsciously, my body melts against his, and I relish the feeling of being engulfed by this man’s body. It makes me feel warm. Cared for. Safe.

  “Stay,” he murmurs.

  “I wish I could,” I respond with a sigh, reluctantly pulling myself out of his embrace. “But I really need to go. It’s late.”

  “Got a date?” he grins.

  “Maybe,” I laugh.

  I see a flash of something in his eyes – it’s brief, but it’s there – and from where I’m sitting, it looks like jealousy. But he quickly covers it with a warm smile that puts a small flutter in my heart.

  “Well, then he’s a lucky man,” Sawyer replies.

  “Oh? Who said it’s a man?” I give him a wink.

  His laughter booms off the walls of the room as I slip out of bed and start to gather my clothes. He watches me intently as I put my bra and shirt back on, the lust in his eyes still more than clear. I’m tempted to take it all back off and let him have his way with me again. But my duty to my father comes first – before me, and definitely before anything I want for myself.

  I let out a long, frustrated breath as I straighten my stockings and smooth my skirt out as best as I can – next time I’ll remember to take them off before I fall asleep.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  I’m caught off guard by the question. More precisely, it’s the sincere concern in his voice that throws me off guard the most. It sounds like he actually cares. I don’t know why it strikes me like it does – but it does, all the same.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply. “I just – I have some things I have to take care of.”

  He glances at the clock. “It’s coming up on midnight.”

  “Life and responsibilities are a twenty-four-hour commitment,” I fire back.

  Stepping over to the side of the bed, I pick up his phone and quickly input my number as he watches me.

  “That the number to Big Al’s Oil Changes and Donuts?” he cracks.

  I stick my tongue out at him. “Still can be if you’re not nice.”

  “I’m always nice.”

  I laugh, leaning down and planting a kiss full of fire upon his lips. His growl is muffled by my mouth, and I feel him trying to pull me back down into bed. When I resist, he takes my hand and moves it down to his crotch, where I feel how rigid he is. It’s a temptation that takes all of my willpower to resist, but I step away feeling a bit lightheaded and laugh softly.

  “Down, boy,” I remark.

  “You do this to me.”

  “I have a feeling a stiff breeze can do that to you.”

  He shrugs. “Maybe. But you look and feel nicer.”

  I give him a flirty smile and a wink. “Call me.”

  And with that, I march out of the hotel room and softly close the door behind me. With a small shake of my head and a smile I can’t get off my face, I head for the elevators feeling utterly amazing, and for the first time in my life, completely satisfied.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sawyer

  “.. and then she split,” I say. “Practically sprinted out of the room. It was weird as hell, man.”

  “Maybe you’re just exceptionally bad in bed, and she needed to run home to her vibrator just to salvage the evening,” Rider laughs.

  I laugh along with him. “You’re such an asshole.”

  “After all these years, you’re just now figuring that out?”

  “Hardly,” I fire back. “Just reaffirming a known fact.”

  “My mom always said she thought you were a bad influence on me.”

  “That’s funny because your mom always used to tell me she wished she had a son half as amazing as me.”

  Our laughter eventually tapers off, and in the silence that follows, Rider frowns slightly and looks down at his hands, which are folded in his lap. We’re sitting in my office, and I’ve just told him about the evening before – sparing all the gory details, of course. But I can tell there is something bothering him.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  He nods. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he replies. “Go on.”

  “You can talk to me about –”

  “I’m good, man.”

  I eyeball him for a moment longer. Whatever it is, he obviously wants to keep it to himself for now, so I have no choice but to respect his wishes.

  “Anyway, the way she rushed out like that with no explanation was strange,” I go on with a chuckle. “Which means she’s probably either married or a drug dealer.”

  Rider laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, that sounds plausible,” he rolls his eyes. “Berlin just seems like the type who’d run a cartel.”

  I grin but give him a shrug. “I’m just not sure what to think, honestly.”

  “I think you’re overthinking this.”

  “It’s possible.”

  “It’s definite,” he corrects me. “It probably had nothing to do with you. She probably just had something to do.”

  “At midnight?” I wonder. “I mean, she was a virgin, so I know she doesn’t have a kid –”

  “So, you’re discounting the possibility of an Immaculate Conception?”

  I laugh out loud. “I know she’s practically a saint and all, but…”

  “She fucked you. That’s got to count for a Mother Teresa level act of charity.”

  “Well, you’re just full of jokes today, aren’t you?”

  He grins, but it soon fades, and he’s left looking at me, his expression more serious than before. I can see that he’s still wrestling with something in his head, but he seems no more inclined to talk about it than a few minutes ago, so I leave it alone. For now. I know if I press, he’ll likely make some comment about my control issues – which is standard fare for him. But if he’s struggling with something, I want to help.

  “I think you’re looking at this the wrong way, man,” he finally says.

  I lean back in the chair, the leather creaking beneath me. “And how should I be looking at it?”

  “Berlin wouldn’t give you the time of day back in school, right?”

  I nod ruefully. “Yeah.”

  “So not only did she give you what I have to assume was her most prized possession – her virginity – she gave you her number to follow up with her,” he notes.

  A wry grin touches my lips. “I haven’t tried calling yet, so I don’t know that it’s actually her number yet.”

  Rider looks at me, a deadpan expression on his face, clearly not amused by my bullshit. I hold my hands up, palms out at chest level in mock surrender, chuckling at how serious he’s suddenly gotten.

  “Okay, fair enough,” I say.

  “Obviously, if she was willing to sleep with you, then something in her has shifted,” he declares. “God knows what, but it’s obvious that she’s into you. She wouldn’t just run away like that without a good reason.”

  I let out a long breath. “Yeah, maybe.”

  “No, definitely.”

  There’s an underlying heat in his voice that catches my attention. I look up at him and see the struggle in his eyes. Whatever he’s wrestling with in his head is big – which makes me think it’s also important. Which, in turn, makes me even more curious than I already am.
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  “What is it, Rider?” I finally ask. “What is banging around in your head?”

  “Nothing, man,” he replies. “I’m good.”

  “That’s bullshit. I can see that you’re not,” I demand. “I can see you’re fighting with something.”

  “It’s not my story to tell, Sawyer.”

  “Well, whose is it?”

  It’s then I realize that it’s Berlin’s story. I don’t know what Rider knows and what he’s hanging onto, but I know with utter certainty it has to do with Berlin – which means I have to know.

  “Out with it, man,” I tell him.

  “Like I said, this is not my story to tell, Sawyer.”

  “Kind of seems like it’s something I should know, though.”

  “Maybe,” he replies. “But it’s not my business and –”

  “If it has to do with Berlin, as I suspect it does, I’m making it your business.”

  He chuckles wryly. “Not sure that’s how that works.”

  “Come on,” I press. “If it explains what happened last night, I think I need to know.”

  He leans back in his seat and frowns. Rider has always been good at keeping secrets – it’s one of the reasons I trust him as much as I do. The man never opens his mouth about anything. It’s a trait I admire and value – but one that is really irritating me right now.

  “Were you sworn to secrecy?” I ask.

  He hesitates for a moment and then shakes his head. “No. I just don’t like being up in other people’s business.”

  “I understand and appreciate that,” I continue. “But if you weren’t sworn to secrecy, there’s no expectation of privacy for whatever this is.”

  He laughs softly. “You need to stop hanging out with lawyers.”

  I shrug. “They teach me a few things now and then.”

  Rider runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “You know, you could just ask her why she dashed out of the room yourself,” he says. “I know you can be persuasive.”

  “You know I don’t like going into a situation without knowing the lay of the land,” I retort. “I like to have an idea of what I’m dealing with.”