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I can see Captain Happy there when I get back from getting one? Then I’ll put the bad boy on you, and we can go from there.”
    “Right.”
    Stacey strolled into the bathroom. He watched her naked, firm ass while she moved and became so consumed with it he almost forgot to undress. The shutting of a drawer in the bathroom jarred him out of his Stacey-has-the-nicest-ass stupor.
    He tugged his briefs off and chucked them in the general direction of his pants. She came back out of the bathroom holding an unopened box. It made him blissfully happy they hadn’t been opened before. A brand-new box meant maybe it had been a while since she’d had anyone else here. Maybe. He realized he grinned ear to ear like a fool. Totally not cool . He tried, and failed, to stifle his smile.
    “Hello there.” She lowered her voice when she spoke, putting on a thicker New Orleans accent. “I believe I used to see you around some time ago.”
    “Get over here,” he ordered. Stacey sped up her gait and came to kneel in front of him. His hands were shaking so he felt nothing but gratitude when she opened the box and pulled out the packet. Using her teeth to tear, she withdrew the condom from its packaging.
    He watched her, his dick throbbing with every passing second, begging him to go inside of her and take what he wanted. “Shit. They make that really tough, don’t they?”
    “I guess they don’t want tampering. What’s the matter, Red? Impatient?”
    She gripped the base of his cock while she rolled the sheath over it. He sucked in his breath. How in a million years would he survive this sweet torture? His breathing came out in rapid bursts. God, he wanted her. He wanted her right that second.
    As if sensing his desperation, she moved forward to climb on top of him. “Hold on. I need to see to you first.”
    He inserted one finger into her warmth and groaned when he did. Stacey was wet for him, soppingly so. She’d wanted this as much as he had from the beginning of the night.
    Using his thumb, he found her clit. He’d always been able to get her off. Even at twenty, when his friends lamented their partners’ inability to come, she had always shattered into orgasm for him. She moaned, closing her eyes as he stroked her. Her clit felt swollen, and he knew she’d be fast once he got inside of her.
    “Another time—later this month—I’m going to make you come on my hand. This second, I want to be pressed up inside you when you come apart in my arms.”
    “I want it, too.” Her voice sounded soft, breathy. “Please hurry, Aidan.”
    He didn’t need to be asked twice. He got them down to the bed so he was on top of her then pushed himself into her warm, waiting pussy with one quick shove. She moaned as he did, and her muscles stretched to meet him.
    Aidan closed his eyes. She fit him like a glove and for a second, he didn’t want to move, couldn’t move. He wanted to stay inside Stacey, where everything made sense because only she existed in the universe.
    Stacey thrust her hips upward, and he groaned. His lover didn’t want to wait, and he couldn’t blame her. Starting out slowly, so he could be sure he rubbed her clit as he entered and exited her, he then picked up his pace. Stacey was no passive partner. For every move he made, she met him with her hips pulling him in her deeper, begging him with her body to give them what they both wanted.
    Finally, his pace became frantic. Words, thoughts, ideas all fled his consciousness. He might never see them again and he didn’t care. Stacey’s cries became more and more audible.
    “Yes, Aidan. I want you hard. I want you fast.”
    He would do whatever this beautiful woman wanted, whenever she wanted it.
    As fast and as hard as he could, he thrust into her. She wanted hard, she’d get it. His pulse jacked up, the condom soaked with Stacey’s sweet juices.
    His balls tightened and he knew this would end soon, with or without his consent.
    Stacey called out his name,