Man, things didn’t go well on the lower level as the square played keep-away from his sloppy hand.

“Let me help,” Marie-Terese said, joining the hunt.

She was the one who finally caught the pale blue prize, pushing herself up and laughing as she held it over her head. “Got it!”

Vin started laughing along with her, and in a flash, he pulled her in close, hugging her. He was still fully erect and panting to come, but he was also light and free as he grinned and she giggled and they rolled around together, messing up the duvet. The condom got lost in the process, resurfacing and disappearing by turns like a fish in the water.

The thing ended up stuck to his side, like it had finally decided to be claimed. Or had decided to claim him.

Vin peeled it off, broke the foil open, and sheathed himself. Rolling her over onto her back again, he nudged his way between her thighs and swept her hair back from her eyes.

The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him.

“What,” she whispered, palming his face.

Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. “Hello, lovely lady…hello.”

As she blushed beautifully, he kissed her deep, his tongue stroking against hers, their bodies settling in. One shift of his hips and his erection moved into position, and then he was driving forward slowly, easing into her. As her core took him inside and that spectacular constriction resonated, he dropped his head into her gorgeous hair and let go.

Long, deep, pounding…no more laughter now—only delicious desperation that choked him and revived him by turns. It was the same as it had been when she’d had her mouth on him: the kind of thing he never wanted to end, although that just wasn’t possible.

Overcome, Vin roared as he contracted from his head to his calves, and from a distance he heard her say his name, felt her nails rake down his spine, absorbed the waves of her release.

When they’d caught their breath, he was still hard as he held on to the base of the condom and withdrew. “I’ll be right back.”

After he was finished in the bath, he returned and stretched out next to her. “You know what I have in there?” He pointed with his thumb toward the marble expanse he’d used to clean up.

“What?” She ran her hands over his arms and onto his shoulders.

“Six. Shower. Heads.”

“Reeeeeally.”

“Yup. Larry, Curly, Moe, Joe, and Frankie.”

“Wait, only five have names?”

“Well, there’s Freaky, but I’m not sure whether he’s fit for mixed company.”