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of her shorts so I can push them down. I grow harder as I realize she’s not wearing underwear.

One hand travels back to her tight ass. I move my other hand up her thigh. Her breath catches as I almost touch her pussy. I bend closer to her, running my lips down her sternum and toward her beautiful globes, licking one of her dark pink nipples and sucking on it. She moans, her back arching as she grabs the back of my head.

I wrap an arm around her waist and cup her breast with my other hand, squeezing it, flicking her nipple as I continue sucking on the other. My face is buried between her breasts, my hands exploring her luscious body. I move my hand away from her breast, dragging it to the apex of her thighs, and she shudders against my hand. She’s so wet. For me.

“I want you inside me,” she says, firmly, almost commanding.

She pushes down my running shorts.

“Wait, I want to make it good for you—for both of us,” I pant, trying to slow down the pace. “I want to taste you,” I say, sucking my wet finger, savoring her juices. She grins. It’s a mischievous grin that promises to do a lot more than just letting me lick her wetness.

Licking her lips and running her thumb over my crown, she surprises me by saying, “I want to taste you too, but later.”

She’s set on what she wants and not shy in asking for what she needs, and it makes me like her even more. I push her down onto the bed, stepping out of my shorts and grabbing the condom. I open the foil and roll the latex down my length.

Kneeling in front of her, I watch those blue eyes widen with surprise. I push her thighs open, sliding my hands toward her core before burying my face at her center, kissing her beautiful pussy.

Chapter Five

Siobhan

I didn’t expire from having sex with a perfect stranger. Actually, I don’t give a shit about what's happening around me. Well, I do, but so far, nothing catastrophic has happened. It is as if having sex fixed my bad luck.

Next time things start going upside down, I should drive to the city and look for a hot guy to fix it with sex. Ha, if life was just that easy to improve, the world would be a much better place.

It’s around noon when I head toward my office that I see him. The stranger from last night. The casual one-hour-stand. I liked him yesterday wearing a suit. Earlier today, all skin, rippled muscles, and a few tattoos on his back and arms. This casual version with a button-down shirt and a pair of jeans is just as yummy.

Wait, what is he doing here?

“Can I help you?” I ask, pretending I don’t know him.

He turns around, sees me, and grins. “I could tell you a way or two if you have time,” he jokes.

“Are you stalking me?”

He shakes his head. “Not at all. I hope this isn’t awkward. Unless you want to make it interesting.”

I’m already dripping wet with his words and those eyes. This guy can make me come if he says I’m going to fuck you right now.

I should say, “You need to leave. I work here.” Instead of saying, “What do you have in mind?”

He winks at me. “A few minutes in a private place. I’ll make it good.”

“I shouldn’t,” I whisper.

“But this might be the part of your dream where you wanted me to go down on my knees, push your pencil skirt up, move your lacy underwear to the side and eat your pussy.” He pauses, licking his lips. “I’m hungry, again.”

I squirm. This guy. That voice. Those words. They make me say and do stupid things, like drag him to the janitor’s closet.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He sucks in a breath as I unbutton his jeans slowly, my fingers grazing the bulge of his hard length.

“Do I have an effect on you?” I ask.

My gaze is locked on him as I set my hands on his strong chest, moving them upward and taking his shirt off. Then I tug his jeans all the way to where the V muscles are covered by his boxers. His cock springs free in my face. I stare at it intently.

There’s something about this man that makes me want to push everything further, like suck his cock down my throat and swallow