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rhythm fucking into his mouth. When Dre gagged, tears teasing the corner of his eyes as he gazed up at me, I knew the tightening of my balls meant I wasn’t going to last much longer. My anger at Dre mixed dangerously with a yearning desire to fill him, mark him, own him. “Gonna come, think you can handle it?”

Dre nodded and brazenly reached to fondle my balls. His touch sent me spiraling and my release pulsed onto his tongue and down his throat. Before my cock even stopped throbbing, I yanked him to his feet and spun him around, shoving his chest against the wall. Moving my fist from his hair, I gripped his chin and forced his mouth around to mine as I worked open his jeans. Devouring his lips, hot and hungry, I licked into him and savored the taste of myself on his tongue. Pulling out his thick cock, breathing heavily as I imagined him stretching me open, I fisted his length and began to stroke as my tongue continued to battle with his. Lips and tongues fought for dominance, teeth clicked together, and Dre pressed his ass against my valiantly recovering dick. I jerked him hard and fast, twisting at his head with each stroke, thumbing his slit as my teeth bit his lip and my hips rocked against him.

Forcing his head to the side, I licked his exposed neck, relishing the shudder that traveled through him as he thrust his cock into my fist. “Give it to me,” I growled at his ear before assaulting the sensitive skin where his neck met his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his flesh, silently begging that whatever this was between us would simmer down after we’d both shot our loads. I needed us to return to our regularly scheduled programming. Dre cried out, his back pressed hard into my chest and his rhythm faltered as his cock exploded in my hand, his cum coating my fingers and dripping down the wall.

Swearing to myself that what we’d just done would never happen again, I took advantage of the moment and captured his mouth for one more kiss, demanding and deep, before breaking away and leaning against the opposite wall.

The heat of the moment slowly dissipated and regret immediately blanketed me. “That was a one-time thing.”

“If me talking and trying to work things out ends in that, you better believe I’ll never shut up.” Dre tucked himself back into his jeans and smiled lazily.

“Let it go. We’re good. There’s no need to beat a dead horse.” I moved to the bathroom and grabbed a damp towel. “Clean that mess up. I’m gonna shower real quick. Figure we’ll hit the exhibit hall in the morning and then head home.”

Dre smirked. “Aye-aye, Captain.”

“Knock it off,” I groused. “And stay on your own side of the bed. That,” I gestured toward the wall, “wasn’t an open invitation. It was a one-off, nothing more.”

Dre just turned to wipe his spunk from the wall and tossed the towel to the floor. “Hurry up in the shower, I want to take one before bed since I’m all sticky now.”

I wanted to shove him against the wall and kiss him until morning—my lips actually longed to taste him again—but I gathered up my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I’d been dumb to kiss him and I was a complete idiot to push him to his knees, but it was over and done with. We’d scratched an itch and there was nothing more to it.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You ever felt like this after sex with anyone else?

Didn’t matter.

Dre and I didn’t even like each other.

So what if the sex was hot as hell, it couldn’t happen again. Fuck, I didn’t even want it to happen again. As if calling my bluff, my cock twitched as the image of Dre on his knees floated through my head. Nope, not going there. The sex may have been outstanding—enough that a few more rounds might have been enticing—but good sex did not a good relationship make.

We’d get back to Remington and settle back into our normal.

Nothing to worry about.

Except, the next morning, I woke up plastered to Dre’s back, my arms tangled around him and my rock-hard cock pressed against his perfect ass.

Fuck. My. Life.

Dre chuckled as I attempted to sneak back to my own side of the bed. “Glad I followed the rules and stayed on my side of the bed. Could have made for a really awkward morning, you know, since yesterday was a mistake, a one-off, and never going to happen again.”

“Shut up,” I growled. “Get your ass out of bed. We’re going to the exhibit hall and then home. I’m done with this weekend.”

What the actual fuck was wrong with me? I’d never been much of a cuddler in bed. Okay, that wasn’t true, I loved to cuddle, but Blaine hated it so it wasn’t something I’d had a lot of in the recent years. But waking up with Dre in my arms had all sorts of stupid feelings flowing through me and the whole damn shitastic situation needed to be shut down. Stat.

“Made you coffee,” Dre said cheekily as I entered the kitchen for our next shift.

“Don’t want it,” I groused.

I headed toward the backdoor, but not before seeing a smirk on Dre’s face as he shrugged and picked up both travel mugs. We’d been back in Remington a couple weeks and he’d continued to make a coffee for me before each shift. I refused to take every coffee he made for me. Dre never got pissy, just kept making me a coffee and drinking it when I didn’t want it.

“Mornin’,” Jesse called over the fence as I walked to my car.

I gave a quick head nod and returned the greeting. “What’s up?”

“Got an early appointment today. Lady wants to leave early to drive to her daughter’s house and wants the full works on her car before she heads out.”

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