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  Simone was barely able to breathe by the end of his little speech. Never in her life had she been treated that way. Even with her friend Kayla, there were limits to what Simone felt comfortable asking for; she never wanted to be seen as taking advantage of her friend’s money. But with Dylan, this was something very different. “That might be crossing a few lines for me professionally. I’d be accepting payment to write a story on you. More than a few conflicts of interest there.”

  “Then I won’t give you cash. If anyone asks, we’re simply friends enjoying one another’s company, and I’m treating you. No one should have any issues with that. If you don’t use my real identity in your story, then no one will be the wiser.”

  “There aren’t any rules about me spending time with someone I met on a job outside of work. I guess that would be fine.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, needing the slight pain to distract herself. “And what about sex?”

  “It doesn’t have to be on the table if you don’t want it to be. Just like my site, this isn’t about sex. You’re not prostituting yourself. It’s simply an exchange—your time for my money. What we do beyond that is nothing more than an agreement between two consensual adults.”

  Dylan reached up and took the end of her ponytail in his hand, gently threading the hair between his fingers. Simone sighed, loving the feeling of being petted. “For tonight, for right now, I would very much be interested in having some hot, sweaty sex.”

  A small growl escaped Dylan. “There is nothing hotter than a woman who knows exactly what she wants.”

  “What I want is for you to stop talking and kiss me.”

  The words had barely left her mouth when Dylan reached up, cupped her face, and kissed her hard. There was no hesitation as he pulled her hard against him and plunged his tongue into her mouth. Her hands balled his shirt, as she held him close, refusing to let anything ruin this moment. For nights now, she’d wondered what it would be like to kiss this man, to feel his heat against her, the press of his tongue against hers. He was a contradiction of hard angles and gentle touches. While his hands held her close, she felt his body shift against her and the sudden press of his erection against her stomach.

  Simone sucked in a small breath at the contact, wanting to see exactly what he was hiding. Letting go of his shirt, she slid her hand down across his stomach to the band of his pants, hesitating only for a moment before running her fingers along the hard ridge of his erection. It was Dylan’s turn to sigh as she squeezed his cock.

  “I might have to walk back my earlier statement about my abilities and good sex if you continue to do that.”

  “We wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?” Simone tugged on the zipper of his pants and slid her hand inside, worming her way beneath the band of his briefs. “I’ll be careful.”

  “You’re going to kill me.”

  Simone chuckled as she dropped to her knees, only to realize that the height would be off and she wouldn’t be able to reach his cock from this angle. “Shit. I think we’re going to have to move to a couch or the bed. I’m too short for you.”

  Dylan tugged her back up to her feet. “This way.”

  His bedroom was easily double the size of hers back in her tiny apartment. The blue and brown color scheme suited him, though she couldn’t imagine him picking out the bedding or paint on his own. The plush carpet cushioned her feet as she strode behind him, trying her best to keep pace with his long strides.

  “Welcome to my lair.” He spun her around and tossed her on the bed in a single motion.

  Simone giggled as she bounced with her landing, the new T-shirt pulling tight across her breasts. “You don’t strike me as much of an ogre.”

  “I’m a beast.” He growled as he climbed up on the bed, positioning his body above her. “And I’m here to eat you.”

  “God, I hope so.” Her last sexual encounter had sucked ass. The guy didn’t do that eating-out shit, and unsurprisingly, she was left wanting. “Though I believe I was in the process of trying to get a peek at that cock of yours.”

  When Dylan smiled down at her, his entire face lit up. “Well, you’re the one calling the shots.”

  In a single move, he flopped onto the bed as he grabbed her and rolled her on top of him. Simone laughed again, not remembering the last time sex was this fun. Her hair flopped over her shoulder and dangled in the space between them. With a flick, she dropped it onto his chest as she worked down his body, flicking open the buttons of his shirt on her way to the opening of his pants.

  It only took her a moment to unzip him and free his still-hard cock from the confines of his briefs. The sight of his swollen shaft had her mouth watering with anticipation of what was to come.

  “Hello, Mr. Williams.” Simone dipped her head lower and licked the head of his cock. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “The pleasure…is definitely all mine.” He reached out and captured her hair, wrapping the strands around his hand.

  While she loved banter during sex, Simone had been dreaming about this moment from almost the second she’d first laid eyes on him. The last thing she wanted was for one of them to say something and make things awkward. Closing her eyes, she sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage, until she was scared she might gag. Only then did she increase the suction and pull back slowly.

  “Fuck.” He bucked his hips as she reached his crown and tugged on her hair gently. “You’re really good at that.”

  “I’m just getting warmed up. Help me with this.” With effort, they worked together to pull his pants down, fully exposing his groin to her. “Oh yeah.”

  “Fair warning, I’m going to stop you before this goes too far. As much as the idea of coming in your mouth is a temptation, I want to feel your pussy squeezing me. I want to taste you when you come in my mouth.”

  Simone wrapped her hand around his shaft and took a steadying breath. “You’re good at the sex talk. I’m not good at that.”

  “You’re good at other things. Like”—he sucked in another breath when she ran her tongue up the length of his cock—“that.”

  Now that she’d committed to sex with Dylan, Simone was going all in. She licked and sucked on his cock, shifting lower to tease his balls with her tongue before going back up to the crown of his shaft to scrape her teeth gently across the sensitive skin. With her free hand, she teased his balls and went even lower to rub her nails across his asshole. Not all men enjoyed that, but Dylan widened his legs, giving her better access.

  Maybe he really wasn’t as vanilla as she’d first thought.

  She continued to tease his asshole with her finger as she set a steady rhythm on his cock. Simone loved giving head, even more so when the recipient uttered a constant litany of sounds, like Dylan was doing. Her clit pulsed as her arousal grew with each passing moment. She squeezed her legs tight together, increasing the pressure on her pleasure center.

  His cock throbbed in her mouth, its girth increasing slightly. Dylan tugged her hair as he sat up. “Stop, stop, stop.” He leaned over her, his breath coming out in sharp pants. “Enough.”

  She couldn’t stop her grin. “Too much for you?”

  “You have a wicked mouth.” He rolled them once more, so he was now on top of her, his hard, wet cock pressed against her thigh. “But so do I.”

  He pulled her T-shirt off over her head but didn’t bother to undo her bra, instead pushing it up to free her breasts. Her nipples went instantly hard in the cold air, eliciting a moan of her own.

  Dylan moved his mouth to her left breast, maintaining eye contact with her as he sucked the swollen peak into his mouth. Simone fought and lost against keeping her eyes open, letting them roll back into her head as his tongue teased her sensitive skin. With each flick of his tongue, she could feel a complementary pulse of pleasure in her clit until her pussy was wet with her arousal.

/>   She carded her fingers through his short hair, encouraging him on. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

  “Mmm.” He switched breasts and increased the suction.

  With his free hand, he went to work on the front of her pants until his fingers found her clit. Shit, he wasn’t the only one who was close to orgasm. She rode out the rising pleasure as long as she dared before pushing down on his shoulders. “If you want to taste my come, you better relocate.”

  Dylan pulled back with a pop, pausing just long enough to place a quick, hard kiss on her mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Simone hadn’t had a man strip her that quickly ever in her life. Her new Blue Jays T-shirt went flying across the room to land silently somewhere, while her pants and panties were shoved to the floor. Naked and completely exposed to him, she stretched her legs wide, giving him full access to her body. “Have at me.”

  Dylan wasted no time, shifting lower, so his mouth was only a few inches from her clit. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since that night in my car. I didn’t want to wash my hand, wanted to keep your smell with me as a reminder for as long as I could.”

  “That’s gross.” She laughed, turning to look away from him, not wanting him to see how much the sentiment meant to her.

  “Hygiene is critical.” He then dipped his head and sucked her clit hard into his mouth.

  Simone moaned and bucked her hips forward as her hands flew to the back of his head. “Shit.”

  “Mmm.” He rapidly flicked his tongue across her clit, quickly followed by pressing two of his fingers deep into her pussy.

  Her ability to speak evaporated as he fucked her once again with his hand. As horny as she’d been up until now, it only took a nanosecond for her orgasm to threaten to explode. Dylan sensed her impending release and pulled back, slowed down, and generally frustrated her. “Oh no, you’re not getting off easy.”

  “Not a good time for puns.” She sucked in a deep breath and tried to get herself under control.

  “It’s always a good time for puns.” He turned his fingers, so they now pressed against the top of her pussy, sending a burst of warmth through her. “You’re fucking delicious.”

  Whatever reply Simone intended to come up with quickly left her mind when Dylan pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed in a circle with his fingers deep inside her. Every cell in her body threatened to explode from the intensity of the pleasure. She squeezed the bedsheets in her hands in a vain attempt to hold her body down on the mattress. With her feet braced, she lifted her hips as her orgasm slammed into her, and a cry ripped from her mouth.

  Dylan moaned low and deep as he increased the pressure on her clit. He worked her orgasm with his hand until she was left a gasping mess on the bed.

  “You make the most delicious sounds.” Dylan sucked her juices from his fingers.

  Simone forced her eyes open, in awe of what he was doing. She’d never been with a man who enjoyed sex as much as Dylan clearly did. She couldn’t imagine why he was single, why he would want to be single, given how good he was at this. She was also surprised by her own greed at wanting him again.

  “Condom?” She swallowed, her throat sore from her orgasmic cries. “Tell me you have one.”

  Dylan got off the bed and marched over to the nightstand, where he pulled out a roll of condoms from the drawer. “It always pays to be prepared.”

  It took him little effort to strip away his pants and briefs, leaving him gloriously naked in front of her. Dylan was every bit as big as she had hoped and dreamed he was. Her excitement at what was about to come was almost more than she could handle. She hadn’t known him long, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t fantasized about what it would be like to sleep with a man like him. Someone in control, someone who knew what they wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

  Someone who wanted her.

  Dylan opened the condom wrapper and rolled it down his shaft quickly while maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. “Take your hair out of that ponytail.”

  It took her a moment to force her body to comply with the request, yet it felt good the minute she freed the hair from its elastic confines. She still had her glasses on, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to see his expressions as they fucked.

  Crawling up the bed to cover her body with his, Dylan licked the skin as he moved. Pausing when he reached her breasts, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teasing her with his teeth and tongue. She took his head in her hands, scratching her nails along his scalp at the back of his neck, encouraging him on.

  She felt the press of his cock against her opening, and she widened her legs. He didn’t push into her all at once, entering her body with short moving thrusts until finally he was seated fully inside her. He braced his body on his forearms so that he could look down at her, his gaze flicking across her face.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous.” He bucked his hips, increasing the pressure against her sensitive clit. “I want to feel you come around me.”

  She didn’t want to moan, but she couldn’t stop, and she squeezed her legs around his hips as she leaned up and nipped at his chin. “Challenge accepted.”

  Setting a steady rhythm, Dylan took her mouth in his and kissed her long and deep. One hand found her hair, tugging and touching everything he could find. The other hand moved along her body, caressing the side of her breast, her arm. She did her best to keep her eyes open, but there was no way she could, given the pleasure that was coursing through her body.

  She wasn’t typically one to have multiple orgasms during a sexual encounter, but there was something very different about Dylan. He seemed to sense what her body was feeling, how close she was to orgasm. Once again, the familiar tingle of pleasure began to build deep inside her. Her nipples rubbed against his chest hair, a continuous tease that she was not used to. She began to buck her hips against him in rhythm, increasing the pressure against her clit and pushing her closer to release.

  “Close.” She swallowed hard. “Harder.”

  Dylan pressed his face against the side of her throat and increased the force of his thrusts. He kissed and licked at the sensitive skin at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. He was speaking, though she couldn’t make out the words. It sounded like he was moaning yes and more and beautiful.

  This was more than she had ever felt before; it was overwhelming physically and mentally. Her orgasm was close, but she knew she needed help to push it over the edge. She tried to reach between their bodies to touch her clit, but he pulled her hand away. Leaning back, he sucked his thumb to wet it, before pressing down once more on her clit.

  That was all it took. Simone squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm washed through her once again. This time the pressure of Dylan’s cock deep inside her intensified her release. It must have been too much for him to handle because the next thing she realized he was crying out and slamming into her as hard as he could.

  It was all too much for her, and the moment he finally settled, relaxing on top of her, she turned her head and let her exhaustion win out.

  Either seconds or minutes passed—Simone was uncertain—but eventually, she felt Dylan move, sliding from her body and placing a kiss between her breasts. “Let me clean you up.”

  He disappeared then, leaving her cold and shivering on the bed. She reached for the covers she was lying on and pulled them around her body, missing his warmth and his touch.

  Dylan chuckled upon his return. “You look like a burrito.”

  “Mmm.” She snuggled deeper into the covers.

  “Here, I’ll clean you up a bit.” He tried to pull the covers away from her, but Simone fought against him.

  “I’m cold. Come cuddle.”

  “I’ll cuddle if you let me in.”

  It was hard to argue with that logic. With a sigh, she lifted the covers and let him climb inside. She was only a little s
urprised when she felt the wet facecloth at her back.

  “Do you need the cloth?” He kissed her shoulder.

  “Not right now. Just you.”

  She heard him toss it somewhere on the floor behind them before he wrapped his arms around her once more. It didn’t matter if this was just sex; it didn’t matter if neither of them was interested in a relationship. Right now this was the one place in the world Simone wanted to be.

  She would figure everything else out later.

  Chapter 15

  Dylan had a problem.

  Simone was wrapped around his body like a second skin, snoring away. Her hand rested lightly on his chest, moving up and down in time with his breathing. Strands of her blond hair were draped across his shoulders and along the side of his arm. Her leg was bent at the knee across his, and she’d tucked her toes beneath his thigh. She looked completely at peace as she slept, and the last thing in the world he wanted to do was wake her up.

  The problem was that he had to pee.

  Desperately.

  Simone let out a tiny little snore that made him smile but only served as a reminder that if he didn’t do something soon, she would continue to sleep for God only knew how long, while he’d probably pee the bed.

  It was a bit of a no-win situation.

  As carefully as he could manage, he slowly squirmed his way out from beneath her, pausing when she moaned and tried to grab hold of him once more. Shit, she was a clingy sleeper. Knowing there was no easy way out, Dylan decided to go with the Band-Aid method and moved quickly, hoping the result would be painless.

  “Mmm.” Simone frowned in her sleep, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her annoyed expression. “Sleepy.”

  “Then sleep.” He pushed her hair from her face. “I’ll be back.”