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pray to God her walls are sound-proof.
    I’m tempting fate big time, but I push on, reaching up to fondle and play with her breasts. She escapes her new plateau and comes again, arching her neck and back as it rips through her. That expression on her face kicks me right to my orgasm. I buck my hips up and down, bouncing her as I go. In a few final plunges, I release my hot come.
    I know she’s spent when she flops down onto my chest. I hold her close, and rub her back. She takes a while to catch her breath. Her breathing eventually eases. I hold her there. I have no idea why, but I let her be. I don’t move to leave the room. I just let her rest, and soon, I think she drifts to sleep.
     

Chapter Seven
    Rebecca
    I’m beginning to think I was a daredevil in a former life. I hear my boss tell me I have no fuck passes left and what do I do? I let Jonathan into my bed and I sleep with him—again. I have no idea what got into me. It would be easy for me to blame it on Jonathan’s irresistible wiles. But I’d be lying my pants off.
    Yes, the man is irresistible. But he didn’t come on to me. I’m the dumb, risk-seeking brunette who runs after him when he leaves my apartment. I’m the one who asks him to dinner. And I’m the one who just probably gave him one of the most memorable blow jobs he’s had in a while. Well, at least it was memorable for me. And now he’s sleeping beside me—in my bed.
    The man even looks good in his sleep. And he smells amazing. That aftershave—I’m turned right back on when I notice the muted smell. I’m instantly awake. This tall, ripped Adonis of a sleeping man is lying next to me. He’s sound asleep. I place my head back on the pillow facing him, and I breathe him in. I think this would definitely qualify as invading his space.
    I’m tempted to touch the stubble on his cheeks, now rough and sexy and totally eligible for rubbing against every part of my body. I look at his smooth chest. There’s not a hair anywhere near his pecs. I think I die and go straight to heaven when I pull back the sheet and stare at his chest and abs. The man is ripped.
    I begin to think there has to be a law against what I’m doing right now. Voyeurism without consent, or something equally sexy and disturbing. I’m not a peeping Tom—or a peeping Tammy for that matter—but I must be somewhere in the ball park. Of all people, I should know. Maybe I’ll look into jurisprudence on this when I get a chance.
    I stare at his sleeping form. God, if he wakes up now, I’ll feel so busted. My gaze can’t get past his cock. He’s still hard, even as he sleeps. I’m wondering if that’s his neutral size, or whether he’s just hard from what we did. Either way, it’s lovely. His arms are tucked under his head, like he was pondering something before he fell asleep. I lean closer and I actually inhale. I have to be certifiable.
    This close to him, I feel the heat coming off his body. It’s masculine and invigorating, and I want to rest my head on his chest to soak it up. I let him sleep. I turn my back to him, plump up my pillow under my neck, and close my eyes.
    The bed springs shift gently when he turns in his sleep, rolls toward me and pulls me into him, his arms around the waist. His smoldering hot chest is now pressed to my back, and his hardness is practically knocking on my back door. His body is broad, almost enveloping me as we’re spooning, with so much room to spare. And the biceps on those arms—oh God, I think I could stay like this for days without getting out of bed.
    I fantasize about him sliding his manhood into me right now; kissing my neck and massaging my breasts as his cock drives into my pussy. My body reacts. I’m wet again, and my nipples are hard and ready to be touched. I press my ass gently into him without thinking. His cock twitches against my lower back. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. I have a sizzling hot, naked man I’m rubbing against—and shit! The