How I longed to break the kiss, panting, and admit those feelings. Fear, though, prevented that. Fear of rejection. He wouldn’t say it back. He didn’t feel it. If we didn’t have a relationship, he certainly wasn’t falling in love.

Could I do this? Could I spend the weekend with a man who wanted me but would never give me his heart?

As he continued to kiss me with such force and passion, I realized I already knew the answer.

Yes.

Yes, I could.

When this ended—and it inevitably would—I’d be devastated.

But until then, I’d enjoy what I could have of Rock Wolfe. His body. His attention. His warm mouth on mine.

He pushed his cock into my belly and his leg between mine. I ground into his hard thigh, my clit pounding in time with my rapid heartbeat.

He broke the kiss, and we both inhaled heavily.

“Damn, Lace. I could kiss you forever.”

I shivered, my nipples hard and aching. He was caught up in the moment. That was all. He didn’t mean he literally wanted to kiss me forever.

How I wished it were true, though! How I wished he could love me.

Before I could think much more, he turned me around, yanked the robe off me, freed his cock, and pushed it into me.

This was how he’d taken me that first day in my office. Hard and fast and from behind. I’d been slick as aloe then, and I’d bet I was even wetter now. I couldn’t get enough of Rock, of his raw maleness, of his massive cock.

“You’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight. You’ve got the sweetest pussy on earth.”

His words made me hotter. They weren’t the words I longed to hear, but they spurred me on anyway, and soon I was jumping into orgasm.

“Rock!” I pushed backward, trying to force him farther and farther into me, so deep into me that we became one.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my hard cock. Come all over me.” He plunged into me again and again.

Again and again and again.

Until he jammed into me one last time, groaning. “Lacey, my God!”

When I pulled out after he finished, I held back the whimper that threatened. I pasted a smile on my face and turned to face him. “Hungry? We’d better eat before the food gets any colder.”

“Hungry for you, baby.”

I let out a little laugh that was supposed to sound nonchalant but instead sounded forced. “There’s plenty of time for that. Let’s eat.”

“You okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine.” And I was. Sort of. He hadn’t promised me anything past this weekend.

I was okay with that.

I had to be.

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