“Is it wrong?” I asked with a shrug of my shoulders. “If we’d met any other way, you and I, me wanting you, wouldn’t be a problem. But…there are relationships that are important to us that make it so this can never exist outside of this moment. Even indulging it just this once is probably a bad idea, but…” I drew my hands up the back of her legs, gripped her ass, and slipped my fingers between those pert cheeks to find her wet slit, skim across her pinched tight exit, make her gasp. “There’s no way I’m giving up the next eighteen hours.”

I stood and tucked my hands under her arms, lifting her into the air. She wrapped her legs, arms, everything around me as I carried her over to her bed.

“I’m gonna dive face-first into every single one of my fantasies.”

“How dirty are these fantasies?” she asked as she peppered my lips with soft kisses.

“Hm… There’s the one where you tie me to your bed and edge me all day but don’t let me come until you’re good and damn ready. Or the one where I eat your pussy by the pool in the middle of the day where any one of your neighbors or passersby could see. Or maybe one of the ones where you force me into a dark corner or up against the wall and command me to give you pleasure whenever and wherever you need it. But I think, right now… I just want you to use me. Ride me until I beg you to let me come and then use me some more.” I yanked the sheets and coverlet off the bed. We had so little time, and I didn’t want to waste even a second of it on untangling our limbs from them.

Eighteen hours… I wanted more time, but I knew there was no point in pushing against that boundary. I was lucky to even have this.

I crawled to the middle of the bed on my knees and deposited her gently on the pristine white sheets. Her knees fell wide, and I caught the scent of her arousal — musky, sweet, and still on my tongue. It nearly made me pin her to the bed with my dick.

“Condoms,” I gritted out, but not before she lifted her hips, making the tip of my dick skim through her folds, dip into her opening. I fisted my hands in the sheets as she rolled her hips again. “Oh…shit. Condoms, condoms, condoms,” I chanted, but it took every bit of my strength to pull away and find my tux jacket and produce the packet of condoms I’d stowed there earlier today.

She watched me with hooded eyes and played with her pussy, slipping her fingers inside as if she couldn’t wait to be filled.