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would probably be right back at my door, ready and willing to lead me back to his place.

Another text came in before I could respond.

But coffee’s good, too. And maybe tomorrow night I’ll save you from the noisy roommate.

Even knowing this was moving fast, I still couldn’t resist. I’d like that.

Good night, Presley. See you at seven?

I didn’t bother telling Jake that I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, I ended the conversation with, Seven works. Night.

Flopping over onto my bed, I stared at my phone screen for the longest time. And before I allowed myself to drift off, I set my alarm for six thirty.

Because, even though I knew I shouldn’t, I definitely intended to see him again.

Soon.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Jake

Sex.

It was what the moment called for.

And since I wasn’t having any tonight, I figured what the hell. Might as well get it out there.

Still, I couldn’t help but think about Presley and me as Kora and Donovan. It was one of those fantasies that I was about to put on paper, and my dick was hard just thinking about it.

Grabbing my pen, I closed my eyes momentarily, putting myself into the scene, then started to write.

Kora wasn’t sure how they’d gotten to this point so quickly, but she didn’t really give a shit, either. The only thing she cared about was feeling Donovan. In the span of a few minutes, he’d already made her body burn hotter than anything she’d ever felt before. She was to the point that the ache between her thighs hurt, longing to feel him inside her, filling her. She needed him. And she needed him now.

After rolling the condom over his thick, heavy cock, Kora sucked in a breath, desperate and aching. He was big, bigger than she’d expected. Definitely bigger than Sam had been, which both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure.

“You sure about this?” he asked again.

Seriously, how many times was he going to make her tell him this was exactly what she wanted? Rather than answer him, she reached between them, then guided his erection toward her entrance, hissing when the blunt head pressed against her wet sex.

“Donovan,” she whispered. “Please.”

I stopped writing for a second in an attempt to gather myself. I was getting lost in the moment and knew I shouldn’t fight it, but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t get Presley out of my mind. She was next door, probably lying in her bed. Was she thinking about me? Thinking about all the things I could be doing to her right now?

She was so fucking close, yet it felt like she was a million miles away.

I seriously had to get my head out of the clouds. This book needed my attention and these characters were waiting.

I knew from experience the thoughts would go once I started the sex scene. These were always the easiest for me. The words would come rapidly and little editing would be done. That would come later, when I went over it again, tweaked it for maximum impact.

Flexing my fingers, I reviewed the last paragraph, then put my pen to the paper.

Thankfully, Donovan took it from there, his hand sliding beneath her thigh, lifting her leg against his hip as he gripped himself, aligning their bodies perfectly. He’d been teasing her ruthlessly since they’d stepped into that closet, and now, the only thing she wanted was to be filled by him.

“Hold on to me, Kora,” Donovan instructed, his voice loud in the small space.

Kora slid her arms around his neck, holding him tight as he brought their bodies together, pushing inside, filling her, stretching her, making her moan.

“Kora,” he growled against her ear, a needy sound that matched what she was feeling. “Fuck, baby.”

She wasn’t sure why he was using terms of endearment; this was a one-time thing and she was more than willing to let him send her into hyperspace, but she could do without the needless chatter.

“Fuck me,” she insisted, tightening her hold around his neck, taking him deeper as his fingers dug into her thigh. “Hard.”

Donovan muttered something, but then he thrust his hips forward, slamming into her, filling her completely.

Kora sucked in a breath, blinded by the sudden bite of pain that quickly dissipated, morphing into incredible pleasure. It was too much and not enough—all coalescing into a turbulent storm that she was eager to drown in.

“Don’t let go, Kora,” he demanded, and Kora realized her arms had slipped from around his neck. “Hold on tight.”

Needing him to give

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