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ready for motherhood. Of course she wanted to be a mother, as soon as the time was right and she found the perfect guy. Her mind leaped into a likely scenario: a little girl sitting at the piano, her brother across the room with his violin. Both with her blue eyes and his thick, dark hair…
    What the fuck. You can’t have maternal fantasies that include a one-night stand!
    “A one-night stand with you doesn’t mean I won’t settle down and raise a family with someone else,” she told him stiffly.
    “You know, I think that’s the first time a woman has ever called me her one-night stand to my face.”
    “Oh sorry; are they usually saying it the next morning when you’ve mysteriously disappeared from their bedrooms?”
    He growled, the sound strangely erotic. Flipping her to her back, Erik leaned down and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.
    He wasn’t like any man she’d ever known. He’d only come a few minutes ago, but his cock was already getting hard. He obviously wanted to have sex again. But the strange part was that she did too. The sweet scent of sex clung to everything around them, and it drove her senses crazy.
    He settled himself between her legs, nudging them farther apart to accommodate his bulk. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
    She took a breath to answer, but before she could say yes and throw him out of her apartment, Erik slid his cock into her wet pussy. Her words caught on a gasp. Even in the near pitch-black of the room, she could see him watching her.
    He thrust hard, and her pussy made a wet noise. “You were saying?”
    Her hands settled on his biceps, fingers digging into the skin. If she’d been going to argue, she couldn’t remember what it was about. “I was?”
    “That’s what I thought.”
    He thrust again, rearing back and lifting her legs over his shoulders to gain deeper access to her body.
    “God, you’re tight, Talia.”
    “How”—her sharply indrawn breath interrupted her question—“how can you be ready again?”
    He chuckled, his laughter reverberating around the room. “Sweetheart, my cock will never get enough of your tight little cunt.”
    Her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her breasts toward him. Lowering his head, he caught one taut nipple in his mouth and tested it with his teeth. She moaned, tilting her head back to thrust her breast more insistently into his face.
    He obliged, suckling hard on the warm flesh, biting her nipple until she gasped. Releasing the hard bud, he moved to its twin. His touch was intoxicating. She’d never experienced this intense desire before. It was as exhilarating as it was frightening.
    “Erik, I think I’m coming,” she gasped.
    “Come for me, Talia. Bring me over the edge with you.”
    His thrusts created heat that pooled like fire at the base of her spine. Each stroke burned until her soft whimpers punctuated each rub of his thick shaft against her sheath. Her body slid from her control, flying into climax as he groaned and pushed deep inside. His cock pulsed, releasing hot jets of ejaculate as he pumped once, twice more into her body before rolling them both to one side and tucking her protectively against him.
    What kind of slut took a stranger home, had wild, passionate monkey sex with him until neither of them could move, and then didn’t regret it? What was wrong with her? Why did snuggling next to Erik feel so damn right?
    “Is it always like this?” Her voice sounded small and insecure to her own ears.
    “Is what always like what?”
    “This, us, the sex, everything.” Talia paused, wondering how to phrase her question and not feel like a naive idiot. “Is it always this easy?”
    His chuckle rumbled through his chest, tickling her cheek. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. But the answer is no.”
    A strange lump formed in her belly. “You make it sound like you’ve had plenty of material for comparison.”
    “Hey now, you’re the one who made me sound like an