Afterward, we lie there next to each other, one of my legs thrown over his, my body still buzzing. He runs a hand absently through my hair.
“Thank you,” he says. “I needed a distraction, and you were more than I could’ve hoped for. Truly.”
“I should actually be thanking you. Aside from my vibrator, you’re the first action that I’ve had in . . . well, it’s been a while. And that was so good. It’s just too bad you’re leaving soon. I mean . . . not that I’m saying I want to see you all the time or anything—I know this was just a hookup—but . . . I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
“I hear you. You’re actually making me wish I had a bit more free time while I’m here in L.A. Which is saying something, because I fucking hate it here. I’m only here because . . . well, never mind. I don’t feel like talking about it. Don’t want to ruin the mood.”
“I’ve got a few unsavory things coming up, too,” I say, thinking of tomorrow night’s dinner and how potentially awkward it’s going to be to be meeting some of my new family for the first time. “But you’re right. We shouldn’t talk about these things right now. In fact, there’s only one thing I’d like to ask you.”
“Oh yeah? And what might that be?”
“You think you can go again?” I’m going to be sore tomorrow, I can tell already, but the only thing I want right now is to feel him inside me. “You up for it?”
“You’re a cheeky little thing,” he says. He lifts his head, looks down the length of his body. “But yes, I’d say I’m more than up for it.”
“That’s good.”
He starts to get up, but I put my hand on his chest and push him back down. “No,” I say. “My turn.”
I slide one leg across him, straddling his midsection. I push myself back a little, and I’m still so wet he glides in easily. Already those sensations are starting to build again; it’s like all my body needs is to be near his for those feelings to start flowing. I try not to think about the fact that the hottest sex I’ve ever had is with a man who is leaving in a few days, someone I am never going to see again. I push the thought out of my mind and proceed to fuck him like it’s the last time we’ll ever see each other.
Because it probably is.
Scarlett Ward is a yoga-loving, tea-drinking writer who finally took the plunge and wrote her first book. Her debut series, Step F*@k, debuted in 2015. When she’s not breaking laptops by typing too vigorously, she works as a critical care nurse. She’s still looking for her McDreamy… or her Jai Carter.
Growing up, Scarlett always loved to put pen to paper. She had a stepbrother, too, but he wasn’t hot in the slightest. To ease her disappointment, she created Jai, and he’s much better.
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