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“Not … stopping…”

Her skin was on fire, and her clit was swollen beneath his fingers. She was nearly there. She was going to orgasm up against this brick wall with Wyatt buried deep.

And then it could be contained no longer. She didn’t want it to be. She let it out, yelling as she did so.

Deep inside her, his cock throbbed, and her pussy hugged it with each gripping spasm of her release. Each one was more potent than the last.

She was dizzy. Her body possessed by pleasure. The feel and sound of Wyatt coming inside her was so intense, more so than anything she’d experienced before.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said breathily and stopped with his cock lodged deep. “That was perfect timing.”

She opened her eyes, for a moment wondering where she was. Before her was a shadow-strewn fence. The bruised sky cloudless and a pockmarked wall filled her vision to the right.

“We’re perfect together, babe.” He pulled out and stepped back. “Don’t forget it.”

Fresh air washed over her naked behind, and a warm trickle seeped down her right inner thigh.

Her heart squeezed. So did her stomach. A red-hot flash seared through her mind.

She spun to him, stared at his still-hard cock. “You…” She held up her hands. “You … you didn’t use a fucking condom!”

Chapter Twelve

“Should I have?” Wyatt tucked his cock away and drew up his fly.

Belle’s mouth fell open. Had she heard him right? She shook her head. “Yes. Yes, you should have. Wyatt! What are you? A moron?”

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “I guess I forgot in the heat of the moment.”

It was like a train had hit her, the cargo fury, disbelief, panic, and self-reprisal. How could she have been so stupid as to forget?

“I told you last time, I’m not on birth control. And now.” She reached for her panties and drew them up but stopped mid-thigh. “Now I’m full of your cum, so full it’s dribbling down my damn leg.”

His brows drew together. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“How’s that going to help when I pop a baby out in nine months?” She reached for her purse, the movement ungainly in her current situation.

“Don’t be dramatic. You won’t get preggers with one fuck.”

She stared up at him. “Didn’t you do sex ed at school?”

“I know plenty about sex.” He chuckled. “Don’t you worry about that.”

She found a tissue and wiped herself before dragging up her panties. “I need a shower.” She adjusted her dress.

“Yeah, I’ll join you.”

“No. No, you won’t.” She pulled her purse over her shoulder. “You’ve done enough, Wyatt. I mean it, stay away from me.”

“Did you mean those words the last time you said them?” His attention went to her breasts, and he licked his lips. “’Cause your body was saying something else.”

She followed his eyeline. Her right breast was spilling out of her dress, the nipple visible. Quickly, she adjusted her clothing. “Just … just take a hike, okay? We’re done.”

She marched back to the alley, the clatter of her heels echoing like bullets. The sooner she washed his semen out of her pussy, the better. But damn it, she’d always been so careful. Her mother had two children, and as she’d been fond of saying, she’d only had sex without protection twice.

It was a stark warning as to her genetic makeup.

When she reached the main road, she turned left, quickly made her way past the entrance to Champs without seeing anyone she knew, then half walked, half trotted to her motel.


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