Her orgasm melted through her, and she moaned, clinging to Sloan William’s neck, her brain blissfully blank. The finger penetrating her sped up, pumping deep and making her scream.

“Oh my god!”

He clapped a hand over her mouth and withdrew. Eden barely had time to whine before two fingers plunged inside her, their dryness a delicious friction. He pumped deep, making her eyes roll back. She was so wet, she could hear every thrust.

“Again?”

She tried to say no, that she never came again, but the impossible was already happening. With a growl, he pressed his face to her neck and fucked her faster. Eden’s eyes blurred, every muscle in her body burned. Re-release washed through her like acid, making her thighs shake and her brain turn over. She screamed into his palm, the gag intensifying her pleasure.

He slowed, uncapping her mouth and drawing his fingers from her pussy. Eden screwed her eyes shut.

Wait, she wanted to say. One more minute.

But the connection was already broken. She was alone again.

But that wasn’t right. He was still pressed against her, panting. She touched his chest, pushing herself against him like a stray cat. He was so broad, a wide plane of muscle and bone wrapped in cotton, and it seemed to her that men were supposed to be made like this.

“Fucking Jesus,” he muttered as though she’d done something to him.

She heard a soft sound and realised he was sucking his fingers. She whimpered.

Take me home. Carry me back to your house and let me sleep in your bed.

She pulled away, sliding against the wall so they were no longer touching. He blew out a breath and she felt like she needed to say something, but ‘good job’ or ‘thank you’ would be ridiculous.

“Hi.” She cringed. “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what? I’m Willow, by the way.” He held out a hand and without thinking, she shook it. A guy she’d just come on was introducing himself. That was so dirty and awesome. And ‘Willow’ was a lot better than ‘Sloan.’

“Cool name,” she said.

“Thanks. Nice to meet you, Eden Jade.”

He said it like she was a real celebrity or something. Flattering, but a bit scary. If he really was a fan of Bunny Descent, she was supposed to be untouchable. Instead, she’d let him touch her as no one had. She chewed her cheek, at a total loss for what to say next.

“You have a perfect cunt.”

She laughed out loud. “Thank you?”

“Have you been told that before?”

“No, but I’m sure many have thought it.”