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I fall forward lazily on the bed when his hands leave me. I hear the pad of his feet against the hardwood and the unmistakable slam of a drawer. The soft sound of the condom package ripping spurs on my desire even more. The bed shifts when he gets back on.

"I'm ready to fuck you, Kayla." The words are terse, direct and decisive. "That beautiful cunt of yours is going to take all of me."

I whine knowing that it's going to sting. There's a potent bite of pain when he enters me fully. He's wider and longer than any man I've been with. It's only going to be more intense when I'm like this. I'm wet, spread, ready and open to take him.

His hand runs over my ass cheek, stopping to linger on my pussy. "You're so fucking wet. You love when I eat you, don't you?"

It's not a question I can answer. I can't breathe right now. I know what's coming. I know that within seconds he's going to be buried deep within my body, his balls crashing against me as he pumps his cock into me. I whimper from sheer want.

"I can't stand it." The words accompany his entrance. There's no warning at all. He plunges into my body fully and harshly.

I fall forward but his hands grab my waist, pulling me back onto him. He pumps harder, increasing the intensity with each thrust. The only sounds in the still air are his muted grunts, my moans and the slap of his flesh as it hits mine.

"I could fuck you forever." He bites the words out in a deep voice. "I could fuck this body for the rest of my life."

"Do it," I whisper into the pillow. "Do it."

My body lunges forward as his hips grind into mine, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. My name falls from his lips over and over again as he nears his release.

I hold tight to the bed, push my wetness back into him and scream as we both come long and hard.

Chapter 7

"You haven't told them yet, have you?" He's leaning on one elbow when I open my eyes.

I glance past him towards the nightstand. There isn't a clock. "What time is it? I think I fell asleep."

"You're not in a rush to be anywhere, are you?" His lips glide over mine. "I want you to stay the night."

I want that too. It's not an offer he's made before but I grab hold tightly to it. "I'll stay," I try to even my tone. I don't want him to see how eager I am to have this. I can't let him into that part of me yet. It's the part that falls too hard and too fast at the promise of something that my heart has always longed for.

"Good." He scoops me into his arms, pulling my head against his strong chest. "Are you going to tell them?"

This would be so much easier if Noah and Alexa weren't woven so tightly into the fabric of my relationship with Ben. I have to tell them. I can't hide my connection with him forever. Sooner, rather than later, I'm going to have to confess to them both that I'm still sleeping with him.

"I need to tell them." The words aren't minced. There's no doubt there. "I want to tell them soon."

"Noah is never going to change his view of me." He runs his hand lazily over my bare shoulder. "It's been years since it all happened and he's never forgiven me. I wish that he would. I miss him a lot."

I turn to face him directly, soaking in the sight of his beautiful face. "I care about Noah," I begin wanting the words to come out with every intention that is behind them. "I do care about him but I don't live my life for him or for Alexa."

It's true. They are my family in many ways. They helped me when I first came back to New York but they are starting a life together and I need to find my own way too. I can't discount what my heart is feeling simply because it's something that Noah doesn't agree with. I can't change what happened between him and Ben in the past but I can plan for my future. I need to be selfish as I do this. I have to look out for myself and do what my own heart is telling me is best.

"Did you know Noah before you left New York?" His lips rest against my forehead.

"I did." I lean back wanting to hold his eyes with mine. "I met him a few months before I moved back to Boston."

"Why did you leave here to go back there?"

I knew it was coming. It was inevitable. I can't avoid the subject of my ex-boyfriend indefinitely. I promised myself, after Ben had told me everything about his mother's death, that I wouldn't hold any secrets from him. I want to start our relationship in the most open and honest way that I can. "I went back for a man."

His expression doesn't shift. The only indication that he's heard me at all is in the slight movement of his brow. "A man? What man?"

Names don't matter at moments like this. They don't add any detail to a story that needs to be fleeting and fast. "A man I was in love with."

"This man lives in Boston?"

Good question. "I'm not sure where he is."


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