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Cole unzipped his jeans as he approached. He pulled me decisively to the edge and ground against me.

“You really want me, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, unable to fight this delightful, kinky thing we’d been up to a minute longer.

The fact that it felt wrong for a dozen reasons only made me crave it more.

Cole pulled out his wallet and handed me a condom, then dropped his jeans. I freed his cock from his boxers and rolled the condom over the head, my fingers slowly pulling it all the way down to the base. He shuddered, then leaned to kiss me.

I wrapped my ankles around Cole’s strong legs, needing to have him. He slid within me—hard and desperate. I gripped the wooden tack box for dear life, keenly aware I was a terrible person for enjoying this and that it was a ridiculous fantasy of my making and for my benefit.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned.

“Yeah. You like that?”

He picked up his speed, pounding into me deeper. To stay quiet, I bit his chest and came as quietly as I could. My legs twitched and I gasped for air as Cole continued to pound.

Then, he stopped. “Flip around. I want to take you from behind.”

“Yes, sir,” I hopped down.

I loved the feeling of being owned as he pressed me over the box’s cold wood. Once more, he thrust inside. I moaned into the hard surface, my nails digging into the finish. Cole gripped my ponytail tight and spanked my ass.

“See, what dirty thoughts you give everyone, Chloe?”

“I know. It’s really not nice,” I moaned. “Oh… oh fuck!”

He thrust harder and faster as I came again, so wrapped up in this delicious pursuit that I couldn’t remain quiet. Then, he came, falling forward onto me and grunting in satisfaction.

He pulled away, finding the bin to toss a condom and wisely burying it under wadded horsehair.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I giggled.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have, but damn it felt good,” Cole admitted. “Did I help you with your scene?”

I bit my lip. “More than you would even know. But we really do need to clean up. Toss the contents of the trash in the big bin before you leave.”

I pulled up my jeans and passed Cole. He pulled me back by the hand. Cole wrapped his arms around me and gave me the longest, swooniest kiss out of nowhere. If the sex was deliciously dirty, this kiss somehow made it all feel wholesome.

“I’m sorry I did that,” he looked apologetic.

Confused, I cocked my head. “What? I wanted this⁠—”

“The kiss. I… didn’t mean to make it awkward.”

I knew what this was. Even in the tack room’s shitty light, the glint in his eyes gave it away. He wanted me to know this was more than a hookup by giving me that swoony kiss. Then, insecurity got the better of him. I brushed his cheek reassuringly, realizing that I didn’t want to cheapen the moment, either. I wasn’t offended.

“You don’t have to apologize, Cole.”

“It’s just that I realize I could have crossed a line.” Cole dropped my gaze. “I’m sorry, baby. I mean… Chloe.”

Baby. I could have feared the genuine, sweet term of endearment, but I didn’t. I needed it. When I didn’t respond, he continued to spiral.

“I keep wondering what it might be like if… well, for once, it wasn’t just a cut to the chase thing.”

I pulled his chin towards mine and lay his fears to rest. “It doesn’t bother me if you kiss me like that. I’m not frightened. I trust you. I think we make a decent team, actually.”

He cupped my face and gave me a slow, strangely longing kiss. “Me, too.”