“Keep it up and you’ll find yourself fucked again before we hit the water.”

“Promise?” Her naughty grin shouldn’t have surprised him, but every time he thought he knew the woman, she seemed to shift his impression of her. So much for the sex-kitten-girl-next-door vibe. Now she looked like a hungry seductress out to eat him alive.

He rolled them over and sat her over him. “Ride me so I can watch your tits.”

Her eyes narrowed, and the flush that stoked her cheeks returned. Justine liked the dirty talk, and he liked arousing her. She started moving on him, willing his dick back to life. Already wet, the feel of being inside her had him stiff and aching in no time. As she moved, he sat up and drove deeper inside her while he latched onto her nipple, teasing her to a fevered pitch.

She writhed and moaned on top of him, dragging her body up and down.

The sound of her passion excited him, and he pumped up as fast and hard as he could while she took her pleasure. He slid his hand between them, grazing her clit, which made her bounce harder. The thought that they could have made a child before, and perhaps again, if she weren’t on birth control pushed him to get as close to her as he physically could.

“I’m coming, Xavier. So hard,” she moaned just as he shoved up one more time and spilled into her.

They remained locked together, their bodies in sync as they shared in the joy of belonging.

She hugged him, smothering him with kisses while she caught her breath.

It was some time before they relaxed and eased back, watching each other with hazy surprise.

Justine blew out a breath. “I just…wow.”

He nodded. “I agree.”

“And now we need to make it to the bathroom without making a mess.” She nibbled on his lower lip and kissed the tiny sting away. “You came a lot inside me.” She shifted slightly, and they both groaned. “So sexy.”

“Justine, it’s like you want me to come inside you again.” But he needed a much longer break this time.

“I do. All night long.” She smiled. “But first, the bath. Because you’re my love slave for the night, I expect a lot of pampering.”

“As long as that includes me buried inside you somehow, I’m in.”

They paused, stared at each other, and said, “Literally,” before laughing.

Later in the bath, as she lay on top of him, cradled in his arms, Xavier knew he’d never had a more perfect night. Too tired now to be afraid of what came next, he stroked her breasts and belly and let the hot water, and the even hotter woman, soothe him.

“What do you think I should do about Ted?” she asked after having confided what she’d witnessed earlier.

“Well, I’m no expert.”

She snorted.

He grinned into her hair and kissed the top of her head. “But if it were me, I think I’d say nothing. Not because what Ted did with that woman wasn’t wrong, but because it’s over. You heard him end it. Besides, it’s your sister’s wedding day. You don’t want to ruin it for her. And you don’t want to be remembered as the one who ruined it either.”