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I stepped behind her, notching my cock against her opening. I was so needy for her, I could lose control in seconds if I let myself. She thrust back, trying to take more of me, and I smacked her ass. She let out a moan that I felt in my soul.

“Not yet. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” I admired the pink mark my hand had left on her pale ass cheek, and my cock throbbed relentlessly.

I eased another inch into her, dying to shove in all the way. I wanted this to last. For both our sakes, I was going to draw out the sensations until neither of us could take it anymore.

I gripped her hips, holding her in place. I pulled one hand back and gave her ass another slap, this one firmer than the first. The whimper I got in response was pure bliss. I rewarded her by easing my thick cock in farther. She was soaking wet from her earlier orgasm and so hot around me that I ached. My own thighs trembled from the strain of holding back. I pulled away, then pushed in deeper, smacking her ass again as I slid forward. With each smack, I thrust harder, deeper, until I was buried. I scattered kisses across the back of her neck. I held myself immobile, adjusting to her tightness, trying to control my arousal.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Fuck me. Spank me. Make me come.” Jane’s voice was a whisper, as if she was afraid to ask for what she wanted.

I loved that she had told me what she wanted. Her trust was a gift I wouldn’t take for granted. I gave her ass another firm slap. “You like this?”

She nodded and whimpered. “Yes. Yes, please.”

I gave her another slap, snapping forward and driving into her pussy as my hand came down. She let out a cry of encouragement, and I repeated it over and over, alternating spanks with deep, powerful thrusts. My own desire reached a boiling point as each thrust dragged me through her wet heat. Her pussy was squeezing around me, and my balls were drawing up, ready to explode.

I wanted to make sure that she felt as good as I did, that she came with me. I pulled back far enough to reach for her clit, stimulating it with two fingers until she was screaming, shattering around me in wave after wave. She had my cock in a vise grip, milking me as she came. I pounded into her, my own guttural cry coming as I spilled into the condom.

I collapsed over her, panting. The intensity of my need for her was a little scary. I had to remember that this was temporary. My emotions getting involved would be a mistake.

Jane was starting to shiver against the aluminum table, and I wrapped my arms around her to ward off the chill. When we finally untangled our bodies, my legs felt like Jell-O. I helped her off the table.

“Fuck. That was . . . I have no words. You can surprise me at work anytime.” She pulled my head down and kissed me hard.

I looked around for something to clean up with. We couldn’t go back to the house smelling like sex. And we needed to sterilize her work surfaces again.

“Here.” Jane handed me a clean towel. I picked up our clothes and followed her to the bathroom.

I disposed of the condom, and a wave of guilt hit me as I registered that we were both still wearing our shirts. We’d been so frantic for each other that I hadn’t bothered to undress her.

I held the towel under warm water, then carefully wiped her face. I held the cloth against her pussy, soothing her pink skin. I dried her with another clean towel, then helped her step into her underwear and pants before I washed my own face and rinsed out my mouth. Once I had my pants back on, we went back into the prep area.

“What do you need me to do?” I scanned the area, and the only thing that looked unclean was the counter I’d fucked her on.

“Spray down the work surface with this.” Jane handed me a bottle.

I sprayed down the surfaces, and she followed behind me, wiping it down with clean towels. As I stretched to put the bottle back where she had taken it from, she smacked my ass as she walked by.

“My turn.” She grinned and twisted away as I reached for her.

“You’re a bad, bad girl.” I chased her around the middle table, laughing as she tossed a towel in my direction to distract me.

When I caught her, I pulled her against me and captured her mouth. She opened under me and I swept my tongue inside, trying to memorize her taste and feel enough to last until the next time we were together. Part of me wished we didn’t have to go back to the house. How was I supposed to act like she was nothing more than a platonic friend when all I thought about was how it felt when she fell apart around me?

Chapter 23

Jane

May

I pulled into the driveway, exhausted but exhilarated. It had been another banner sales day for us at today’s matinee game, and this time we had been prepared. We hadn’t run out of anything, and there would be no emergency baking tonight. We were ready for the games this weekend.

Over the past several weeks, we had fallen into a rhythm at the house. Most nights, Chad didn’t eat with us. He would fix himself something later, after I’d gone to bed and when Brooke and Carter weren’t around. It had reduced the friction points of him being here. He’d been behaving himself, giving me no reason to toss him yet. And he was making an effort with Ethan, for the first time in years.

Brooke had promised to take care of cooking tonight, and mouthwatering smells were coming from the grill in my backyard. I entered the kitchen to find a build-your-own-burger bar set up on the island, plus several sides to go with the burgers.

Carter had arrived home before me and was sitting with Ethan on the couch, watching film from Ethan’s last road trip with his team.