We lay chest-to-chest, our legs tangled, my arms wrapped tightly around him, and his cock still planted deep inside of me. Together we were a sweaty, panting, mass of exhaustion, and a beautiful ache pulsated through my body.

I dragged my nails up and down his back and smiled as his muscles tensed under my touch.

“What have you done to me?” he groaned against my neck before his teeth nipped my skin. “Never had that before, sweetheart.”

“What? Great sex? Because there is no way I’d believe you were a virgin.” I teased, my voice soft and raspy, and my breathing still broken.

“That was way beyond a great fuck, and I haven’t been a virgin for a very long time,” he growled and pulled my body even closer to his.

“You erased him. First the kiss, and then that.”

I held my breath as his head rose and his eyes met mine. The ferocious need and fire I’d witnessed as he pounded into me had disappeared, and now his deep blues were swimming with compassion and ease.

“Glad to be of service, sweetheart.”

Pleasure sailed through me and my body switched into overdrive as he pressed his thickening cock deeper within me. My eyes slammed shut and a million bursts of light was all I saw, while every inch of my body felt all of him. My hips rose slightly off the bed when his hand disappeared between us. I gasped, desperate for his next move, craving his touch, and when his finger swept over my sensitive clit, I panted his name.

“Give me one more taste, Sasha.”

The feeling that this would be the last kiss we’d share hung over me, so I wanted to give him my all. One night was all I had to give, so for tonight I would give him all of me.

I pressed my mouth to his and got lost in the moment. This kiss was so beautifully different. It was slow, sensual, and mesmerizing. It was tongues, gasps, and quiet moans. It was the beginning of the end, the anticipation of a birthday cake and then blowing out the candles and being surrounded by the swirl of smoke. It was waking up on Christmas morning and then realizing there were no more presents to open. It would be the perfect yet heartbreaking kind of a memory.

Our bodies twisted until he was above me and there was no beginning or end to us. Slowly we began to move as one, but quickly the tempo went full throttle. My nails dug into his back, pushing into his flesh, begging for him to go harder. He soon lost control and every thrust went deeper than the last. Moans and groans of lust-fueled passion filled the air as our movements became frantic.

“Ben,” I panted as my body soared to the heavens above. In the light streaming in from the streetlight outside, I saw his eyes locked with mine as he kept thrusting in and out of me. My mind was scrambled with thoughts of what was happening. Why couldn’t I have met this man under better circumstances? I shook the thoughts away, pulled his face back to mine, then slammed my lips to his and kissed him. The kiss was soon broken, as I desperately needed to breathe and pant his name. My body was screaming for release.

“You ready to come again?” he asked as his mouth hovered over mine.

I gasped and lost all ability to put a response together as he slammed in me with fierce intent. Was it possible to break your vagina? At the rate he was going, it was 100% certain that my body would ache in beautiful delight for days, possibly weeks.

“Tell me,” he growled, and his hips suddenly stopped moving, his cock went still, and he pulled his mouth away from mine. Our gazes locked, and I cried out in disbelief. I was seconds, no milliseconds away from having an epic orgasm, more than likely two, and he stopped. It was time for him to take control and be leading man. Right at this moment, I’d do whatever he wanted.

“Yes,” I whispered and felt completely exposed. “I need this. I need . . . you.”

His hands dropped to my hips and pinned me to the bed as he began to move. Our eyes remained locked, but the intimacy that was swirling around us was too much for me to handle. Intimacy was something I couldn't feel when it came to him. I broke our stare and my gaze moved to where he was sliding into me. I didn’t know what was worse, getting lost in his eyes or witnessing us joining as one.

His fingers dug into my bare hips as he lifted me from the bed and went deeper. I whimpered as my body soared into bliss. Our bodies slapped together and my heart pounded furiously. Ben’s groans fell in sync with my breathy moans, and I was spiraling headfirst into oblivion.

“Ben,” I moaned loudly and dragged my nails down his back.

His hand fisted my hair and pulled my mouth away from his, but he left his lips hovering just above mine.

“Let go, sweetheart.”

I exploded around him with a cry of his name and my body succumbed to exhaustion. Ben quickly found his release and my name fell from his lips like a perfect melody. Slowly, he pulled out and I immediately experienced a sense of loss. I curled into the pillow and watched the muscles in his back as he disappeared into the bathroom. The briefest of smiles hit my lips before I forced it away. When he reappeared, he walked back to the bed in all his naked glory and my eyes took him in. A body like his should be illegal, because it had the ability to make sane women do insane things. His chest was broad and strong, his stomach ridiculously toned with an eight pack, and he had the V sitting low on his hips. I had incredibly great sex, not once, but twice, with a guy—no, a man—with a V who gave me multiple orgasms. That right there is what dreams are made of.

“You okay?” he murmured after he got back into bed.

I could only nod as I was currently freaking out that I’d just had sex with the closest thing to a god with a very large penis. “Come here, Sasha.”

I was minutes away from slipping into a sex-induced coma, and the thought of snuggling into his warm body and drifting off to sleep for the first and last time was something I couldn’t ignore. My body molded against his and my head rested on his chest as my eyes started getting heavy. The feeling of his soft fingertips caressing my lower back made this whole situation even more intimate. It wouldn’t hurt if I let intimacy win this one time, would it?

I guess time would tell.

* * *

A strong arm resting over my naked stomach pinned me to the bed, and warm breath caressed the concave of my neck as I began to wake up. Slowly, my eyes flickered open to find the beginnings of a new day teasing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the moment I looked outside everything came crashing back to me.

Hamilton’s.

Edward O’Leary.

My throbbing cheek.

And crazy, wild, hot sex with Detective Ben Hunt.

Woah.

I shifted my head slowly to the side and sighed when my gaze landed on his relaxed face. He was ridiculously handsome and enticing when he was awake, but when he was asleep he was something I thought only my imagination could create.

I had to get out of here before he woke up.

As gently as I could, I slid out from under his arm and then stood, frozen beside his bed. My eyes locked on him, hoping and praying that I didn’t wake him up as I escaped the warmth of his embrace. With a heavy heart and a head screaming of good and bad scenarios, I silently crept around his bedroom, searching for and gathering my clothes before dressing as quietly and quickly as I could. My panties were shredded, and my cami had seen better days, so I collected one of his flannel shirts that was scrunched up on the arm chair by the window and slid into it. It fell to just above my knees and was huge against my body, but it felt like it wrapped tightly against me, just like I was in his arm.

I shook the thoughts out of my head, gave him one last look, and tiptoed out of his bedroom.

Ten minutes later, I was paying my cab driver and doing the most unique version of the walk of shame the world had ever seen. Pulling Ben’s shirt closer to my body, I opened the door of Missy’s and stepped in as it ticked over to seven a.m. The bell over the door got her attention, and she looked up from behind the counter. A smirk the size of the Grand Canyon greeted me.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is.”

I rolled my eyes as I crossed the near empty diner while fighting a smile. “You are not funny.”

I really should have gone home and slept, or at least got changed, but there were times when all you needed was an epic gossip with your best friend, and now was one of those times. As well as a gossip, I needed the biggest and strongest caffeine hit I could find, and Missy’s was the place to get my fix.

"So, I'm guessing Ben doesn’t know you snuck out?" she asked with knowingness in her voice as she poured coffee into my usual coffee mug. “He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who’d let a woman like you leave his bed this early.”

“It’s not that early.”

“It’s barely seven a.m.”

“And what the hell do you mean, a woman like me?”

She ignored my question and stepped out from behind the counter. “Denise, can you cover for a minute?”

Denise nodded and gave me a little wave before I was dragged toward my usual booth against the windows by an overly excited Missy. The diner was a town favorite—not just for their burgers and shakes, but also for their breakfast, so I knew we only had about half an hour before the breakfast rush began.

“I want all the dirty details. None of this fade to black b.s. I want full details, so start talking!”

My best friend was a little too excited about my sexcapades.

After taking a huge sip of my coffee, I closed my eyes for a brief moment and sighed. I was sore, so delightfully sore, and every move, even the slightest, sent me soaring back to bliss.

“You’re killing me. Start talking.”

I laughed softly and then I gave her what she wanted. Every heart-thumping, breath-stealing moment. She sat opposite me and hung on my every word. She didn’t say a word, which was very unusual for her. Even when I stopped to take a sip of my coffee, she remained silent. It was unnerving.

“And he takes dirty talking to a whole new level.” I finished with a satisfied sigh.

"So, you’re telling me that he fucked you for hours, is a master at dirty talk, has a huge cock, and more importantly knows how to use it, and you had multiple orgasms?”

"Uh, yeah. That sounds about right."

“And his cock was still inside you while you were snuggling, and then he fucked you again?”

“Um, yes.”

"I hate you," she replied in all seriousness, although the twinkle in her eyes gave her away. “Like seriously, I hate you right now.”

I burst out laughing and threw a napkin across the table at her. “You do not.”

"Actually, I don’t know if I hate you, or if I should take down notes and treat your tips as gospel. I am not joking about this. You have one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen look at you like he wants to devour you, talk to you like you are his only priority, and then he fuck you within an inch of your life and give you multiple orgasms in one night." She rolled her eyes dramatically as a smile tugged on her lips. “That’s it, you need to find out if he has a brother, because if he does, I’m demanding three orgasms and some epic dirty talking. Let’s hope that sex drive runs in the family.”

Oh my god, she was killing me.

My laughter filled the table, and it was only when a shiver ran down my spine and the feeling of Ben entering the room crashed into me that I noticed Missy wasn’t giggling along with me. Instead, her eyes were locked over my shoulder and she was smiling big.

“I hate you,” she whispered and shot me a wink before sliding out of the booth. “Good morning, Ben. You look well rested and highly satisfied this morning.”

Just before I turned around to greet him, Ben swept my hair off my shoulder and his warm breath hit my ear. "I had plans on how I was going to wake you up,” he whispered, low and ridiculously sexy. “But I woke up to an empty bed, which I did not like.”

He stepped into view, and I let out a soft moan at the sight of him. Black tee, dark denim jeans, roughed up hair, and perfect two-day stubble graced the jaw I’d kissed, licked, and nibbled on only hours ago. When I reached his eyes, they were locked firmly on mine and blazed back at me.

I couldn’t stop myself saying what was screaming in my head, and soon enough the words tumbled out of my mouth in an intrigued whisper. "How would you have woken me up?"

A smirk took over his lips, and I should have realized he was about to rock my world. "With my mouth on your pussy, your legs over my shoulders, and your fingers gripping onto my hair while I made you come on my tongue."

I’d never had an orgasm in the diner before, but suddenly I felt like I was rocketing there at a fast freaking rate.

He wasn’t finished with his verbal foreplay. "I've had a taste, Sasha. I really fucking liked it, and I’m hungry for it again. So let’s go.”

“Where?” I gasped, and my body switched on while my head was more confused than ever.

“Back to bed, so we can start this Sunday like it was meant to start.”

Good god.

We stared at each other for what felt like eternity, although in reality I knew I’d made the decision within seconds.

The promise of morning orgasms had to be the reason I slid out of the booth, took hold of his hand, and followed him out of Missy’s without a second thought.

It also had to be the reason I allowed him to undress me while kissing me senseless and then climbing back into bed beside him when we arrived back at his house.

It was also why I wrapped my body around his and snuggled into him after he gave me two early morning orgasms with his mouth and then his cock.

It was why I slept peacefully for the first time in a long time with him by my side.

Yep, that was what I had to keep telling myself.