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He licked her earlobe, then her neck. “I want to fuck you this way. Open for me, Alicia.”


Already eager to feel his cock inside her again, she lifted her leg while he put another condom on. He was back in a hurry, this time sliding inside her with one thrust.

Their coupling was passionate and furious as she ground against him while he pistoned his cock deep, fucking her with fast, hard strokes that made her crave an orgasm. When she reached between her legs to rub her clit, Garrett slowed down his thrusts.

“Make yourself come. Let me feel your * squeeze the come right out of me.”

She loved the low, dark tone of his voice. It spurred on her movements and brought her ever closer to the climax she was seeking. And when Garrett pulled her onto her knees, she went willingly. She dropped her chest and head to the mattress, and raised her butt in the air, letting him drive his cock deep into her, needing him inside her as far as he could go.

She swept her hand over her clit while he pounded her with his cock. He gripped her hips with his fingers, the pain and pleasure combined sending her spiraling over the edge.

“Garrett, I’m coming,” she cried, her * squeezing his cock like a vise as she felt the rush of her orgasm.

“I’m going to come in you, Alicia,” he said, his fingers digging into her as he slammed his cock deep, then shuddered against her. He wrapped his arm around her, and they both fell to the mattress as they rode out their orgasms.

Alicia caught her breath as Garrett rolled them over, then got them a washcloth and towel to clean up.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.

“You made me sweat,” he said. “You’re always making me sweat.”

“Uh, you’re welcome. Or I’m sorry.”

He brushed his lips across hers. “No apologies for that sweat session.” He kissed her deeply, so deeply her toes curled.

She felt light-headed and ridiculously content.


*

GARRETT LISTENED TO THE SOUND OF ALICIA’S breathing and felt her body as she nestled against him in bed.

She was tense. A couple of orgasms should have taken care of that tension, but apparently being in bed with him made her anxious.

It took her about a half hour to fall asleep. Her body finally relaxed and her breathing became deep and even.

But she’d struggled with falling asleep. It hadn’t come easy for her.

Maybe he should have given her another orgasm. She needed to loosen up a little more. After all, she hadn’t even wanted to sleep with him.

Maybe he wasn’t as good as he’d like to think he was.

But he knew that wasn’t the case. He liked to watch her come, and damn, had he liked feeling her come when he was inside her. That slow burn had been agony for him, but worth every second. A fast fuck was always fun, and he’d really needed to get off, but he’d loved feeling every inch of her, her * clenching around his dick, tightening around him every time he slid deep inside her.

His cock hardened as he thought about what it felt like to be connected to Alicia that way.

He’d fucked a lot of women in his lifetime, but he hadn’t made love to very many. Hell, hardly any. He wasn’t much for deep emotional connections. They only got in the way of having a good time. But there was something about Alicia that begged for more than just a fast fuck, and like it or not, he was into her.

He knew it couldn’t last. She was his therapist. There was already a conflict of interest, and eventually, they’d have to part ways. But tonight they’d had a hell of a good time, and he wanted more of it. So while they were working together, they could also play together.

Because they’d just gotten started, and he wasn’t nearly finished yet.

And hey, sex was good for recovery. Something about orgasms and increased blood flow to healing tissues or something, right?

He’d discuss that with his therapist in the morning.

He smiled and closed his eyes.





SEVENTEEN


ALICIA HAD SLIPPED OUT OF BED BEFORE DAWN, wanting to get up before she and Garrett woke up together. Avoiding the inevitable awkwardness was always best, and despite sleeping with him last night, this was the light of day, and she was much more clearheaded now about where things stood.

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