truths, or buried desires. Anything that might convince her he might actually stay with her once he left for his business trip.
“Give it to me hard,” she whispered. Like maybe he could break something inside of her that would serve as the final souvenir of their time together. Too late. He’s already breaking your heart.
His eyes went hooded and he scooped his palms underneath her ass cheeks, hoisting her from the waist down. He groaned as he reached a new depth—a new angle altogether—and her heart raced, dangling on the precipice of another orgasm.
Daniel picked up an intense pace. Harder than any time they’d made love before. This time, he was really fucking her.
Her entire body jiggled each time he rocked into her, every inch of her skin taut with anticipation of the next climax. She reached out for something to grab, but only her nails grazed his abs.
“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice gritty.
She snapped them open, his cerulean gaze pinning her to the bed. The ache was back in her chest now, made worse by the divine pleasure between her legs.
This. Him. Them. She wanted it all. All the time.
She cried out then, her orgasm ripping through her like a fire. She burned and pulsed and ached all at the same time. Daniel kept up his pace, pounding into her, the muscles of his shoulders rippling.
“I’m close, princess,” he warned.
“Give it to me,” she moaned, relishing the last lovely remnants of her orgasm as he pounded into her. “Please, Daniel.”
He grunted and then a long, gravelly moan ripped out of him. He stilled, burying his face in the hollow of her neck as he came inside her. His abs spasmed a few times, the heat of his release filling her. It was a sensation she’d never experienced before, but oh, oh how this changed things. This was an intimacy she hadn’t even been able to fathom. The most carnal part of him, swimming inside her.
Daniel melted down on top of her, showering her with kisses. Each time together had been better than the last. Which meant that they needed to stop now, or else Jackie might never be able to recuperate from knowing Daniel.
“Oh, my God,” he murmured. “That was so fucking good.”
“How is the second orgasm of the day better than the first?” she asked, laughing weakly.
“It’s you. You make me like this.” He took a soft bite at her shoulder.
They stayed like that, in their sticky, sweaty cocoon, until Daniel finally rolled off of her. His cock was limp and he collapsed onto the bed, sighing contentedly.
“We’ll sleep well tonight,” she murmured, cozying up to him again.
“I don’t want to sleep just yet,” he said, but he already sounded like he was on his way. “If anything, I’ll just rest before we start round three.”
She snickered, nuzzling against his chest. They lay there for a while, not speaking, just being together. The sound of his heartbeat was a huge comfort. It grounded her in the post-coital emotional swirl.
But after enough time had gone by, she realized Daniel’s breathing had become very regular. And then at long last—there it was.
He was snoring.
She sat up, looking him over.
Daniel had fallen asleep.
She laughed to herself, heading to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she was done, she turned off the lights and slipped into bed beside Daniel. She snuggled back up to him, intent on falling asleep as well.
But sleep didn’t come. Despite all the glasses of wine, the general exhaustion that she usually felt after big public events like the wedding, and the outrageous sexual satisfaction…she couldn’t fall asleep.
She tossed and turned for what felt like hours, her mind running rampant with thoughts and questions and worries.
It was reassuring to know that Daniel intended to see her when he came back from his business trip. He’d said he wanted her to be his girlfriend and that was part of what she’d wanted to hear…but she knew how to read between the lines.
It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him when he said he wanted to be with her—she surely did. She just knew that if it worked the first time, it wasn’t going to work a second or third.
Their long-distance relationship—if that’s what he even wanted to shoot for—would be better named the occasional fuck buddy. Once a month, they bone until they bruise their pelvises. And then what?
Sooner or later, it would eventually, inevitably end. Because Daniel wasn’t destined to be hers. If she could make