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Oh fuck. It feels so damned good.

So damned good. "Mmmm," I groan. Sweat trickles down my back as I pump slowly into her, easing my cum deeper and deeper, watching my cock disappear into her sweet little pussy.

She trembles, and her legs shake. I like knowing that I wrecked her. If I want more, which I do, she has to know she can't get better anywhere else.

I don't want to pull out. She feels so good. So perfect beneath me. Celine blinks up at me, her pupils still blown so wide, her eyes are almost as black as mine.

"Fuck, Elias. That was…"

I rest a finger over her lips. "It was." There's no point in either of us sliding into something emotional after sex.

Yes, fucking Celine is the best sex I've ever had. Yes, she makes me smile with her sassy humor and fiery character. She’s not afraid to bite back or to go for what she wants. I respect that. But that's it. That's as far as it goes, for both our sakes. I don't date, and even if I did, Celine's rebounding hard, which is not a foundation for building anything new.

But that doesn't mean I won't enjoy this for what it is.

I roll onto my back and pull Celine against my chest, staring up at the ceiling I face every night.

"Girl, you rock my world," I tell her.

"You smash mine into a million tiny pieces."

We stare at each other, and I take in the tiny freckles that dust her nose and cheeks like glitter and the pout of her bottom lip. I've kissed all the makeup from her face, but that's okay. I like her better this way.

I let my hand roam her hip and ass, and then I slick my finger between her legs. She's dripping what I shot inside her, and the sensation that I've claimed her makes my balls tighten again. Instinct drives me to push what's leaking out back up inside her.

"We didn't use protection," I say. "You were on birth control last time."

"I still am. I got tested, too, in case Eddie passed me something nasty. I'm all good."

"I'm good, too." I don't elaborate that she's the only girl I've ever gone bareback with.

I let my thumb play with the short curls between her thighs, and she moans enough to make my cock thicken. She shifts like she's already hungry for more. Like last time, we're a match just waiting to ignite. "I know you wanted a change," I find myself saying as I focus on a lock of her hair between my thumb and forefinger. "But you looked good before, Celine. Don't be afraid to go back."

Her throat clicks when she swallows, focusing on the wall I've covered with posters of my favorite footballers and some bikini-clad women. She doesn't answer, but when her hand snakes around my cock, making it hard all over again, and she shifts until she takes it into her mouth, I forget everything I was thinking in an instant.

5

CELINE

Dornan arrives at my door at seven pm, dressed smartly in a light blue button-down shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown leather boots. His hair, which is usually floppy, is styled more formally and pushed back from his rugged face. He smells good, too, like a forest during a thunderstorm.

The way his expression changes when he sees me is hilarious. "What did you do to your hair?"

"I'm a new me." I twirl in my dark green dress, tossing my hair over my shoulder.

"Wow. You look good. It's just a shock."

"Yeah. You're kind of having the same reaction as Elias, except he did a better job of covering it up."

Dornan holds out his hands with the palms facing forward. "I'm sorry. You look good…I just wasn't expecting it."

"Yeah. Elias was happy the carpet didn't match the drapes."

It takes Dornan a couple of seconds to work out what I mean, and when he does, his eyes drop to my crotch before he forces them back up. The splash of color beneath both of his eyes is so cute. "Did you have a good time?" He raises his right hand before I can answer. "You know what? Probably best you don't answer that."

"We had a good time." I rest my hand on Dornan's upper arm, appreciating the firmness. I can't resist giving it a little squeeze. "And I'm sure we're going to have a good time tonight, too."

Wow. That came out stronger than I intended, and Dornan seems slightly winded by the idea that we might share more than just cocktails. I get why. We're buddies. We don't share bodily fluids, or at least, we didn't until I kissed him the other night. It was a frivolous thing that I did while I was drunk, but it stirred something inside me that I haven't been able to forget.

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