Wow.

Just wow.

I had no idea how incredible sex is.

It’s Tuesday morning, and Brando and I haven’t slept yet. I forgot to text Emily, or my parents, or anyone. When we come downstairs for breakfast, I find a bunch of messages on my phone, some irate and others close to panicky.

I send apologies to Emily, and vague explanations to my parents, while Brando cooks. Then we sit down to a table full of delicious food that looks like it could feed six people easily. I’m starving after all our vigorous activity, and Brando can pack it away pretty well himself, so we don’t have many leftovers.

“I need to go to work today,” he says while we clean up. “The restaurant’s only closed on Mondays.”

“What time do you open?”

“Five, but the prep starts well before that.”

“Of course.”

This was only ever going to be a quick fling. I knew that. I’m biting my lip, trying to hide my crushing disappointment, and wondering which of my friends I can talk into driving up here to get me, when he says, “You could come with me.”

I blink. “I wouldn’t be in the way?”

“I’ll put you to work.” His mouth quirks up in a smile that’s sexy but somehow sweet.

An answering smile spreads across my face. “I’d like that.”

“We still have a little time, but … we should probably try to get some sleep.”

I heave a theatrical sigh. “I suppose.” Then I shriek with laughter when Brando tosses me over his shoulder and carries me upstairs.

He actually wants to sleep, as I discover when we’re naked in bed and he tucks me against him so we’re spooning. “Very responsible of you,” I tease him.

“I don’t want to slice off a finger later because I wasn’t rested.”

“Well, when you put it that way.”

His arm goes around my waist, his hand cupping my breast, and his face is in my hair. “Go to sleep, Sasha.”

“‘Kay,” I mumble, and in seconds do just that.

* * *

When I wake, I have a millisecond’s uncertainty about where I am, and then my senses register the large, warm body wrapped around me, and I smile. Another moment, and my smile grows as I recognize the welcome nestled in the cleft of my ass.

I shift ever so slightly, and the hand curled around my breast gives it a gentle squeeze. Brando’s mouth brushes aside my hair to nuzzle my neck. “Hi there.”

“Hi.”

His hand glides down my abdomen to explore between my thighs, and I obligingly hook my leg over his to give him better access. “So wet,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear, making me shiver with delight.

“That seems to be a pretty constant side effect of being around you.”

“Mmm. Are you too sore?”

I am sore, but I don’t care. “No.”

“You don’t even have to move. Stay just … like … that, and …” A moment later his tip finds my entrance, and he fills me.

“So good,” I moan softly. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.” His fingers find my clit, teasing it gently, almost lazily, in keeping with the pace he’s setting. We glide slowly toward the peak together, and when we come, still together, it feels like the whole world is bathed in golden light.

We lie there for a few moments before he kisses my shoulder blade. “Shower time.” We shared one before breakfast, and I will remember it fondly forever, no matter what pleasures the future might bring.

Our follow-up shower is pretty awesome too -- so much so that my legs are trembling when we’re done. I follow Brando back to his bedroom, and that’s when it hits me.

“I don’t have any clean clothes.” I put some of his on this morning, but I can’t wear gym shorts to his fancy dinner restaurant.

“You can wear your club outfit.” He scoops them up from the chair they’ve been flung over and holds them up. “Toss them in the dryer for a couple of minutes with a damp washcloth to take the wrinkles out.”

“I’ll have to scrub my undies out.”

Brando shrugs. “You can wear a pair of mine, unless you think they have cooties.”

I snicker. For some reason, the idea of wearing his boxer briefs pleases me greatly. I think it’s the deliciously naughty secret of having him against my skin, out in public, where no one can see. “You don’t mind?”

“Nope.” He sends me a rakish grin. “Except I’ll probably sprout wood every time I think about it.”

“It’s giving me a ladyboner right now.”

Brando bursts out laughing, a real, unrestrained, head-thrown-back laugh. It catches me unawares, so much so that before I can stop it, my heart swells up and plops right out of my chest.

I’m a goner. Completely, one hundred percent done for.

I’ve broken the number one rule of hooking up. Now I have to keep Brando from figuring out I’ve fallen in love with him.