She hated herself for it, but she just couldn’t stop.

The feel of his mouth against hers, his tongue as it flicked across her teeth, it was all too much.

Addy scrambled out of her sleeping bag and Jack reached for the little shorts. He tore them off with ease. When Addy reached for her underwear to pull them down, he grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

Jack pushed her against the thin material of the tent, grasped her ankles and spread her legs wide. As he crawled toward her, hand still on her ankles, she whimpered.

In nothing but panties, which were quickly becoming soaked, goosebumps broke out across her flesh and her nipples grew harder. Jack nuzzled into her neck and began to trail his tongue down her collarbone.

As he moved downward, she pushed her chest out, desperate for his mouth on her nipples. He kissed her breasts and outlined her areolas with the tip of his tongue.

Jack teased her and she moaned in frustration. Finally, when he pulled a nipple into his mouth and started to suck, Addy cried out.

Jack worked toward her other breast and she wound her fingers through his hair. He kissed down her stomach. Addy started to pant as he neared the hemline of her panties.

He kissed her clit through the lacy material and she moaned, on the edge of explosion already. When she looked down at the sight of his head between her legs, his big hands wrapped tight around her ankles, it was almost too much to bear.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please, what?” he asked, but he didn’t look at her. “Tell me what you want.”

“Come on,” she said. As much as she didn’t want to, she pushed her center toward his face.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeated.

What do you want? Emboldened, she gripped his hair tighter.

“Rip my panties off,” she said.

He released her ankles just long enough to oblige. The chill in the air instantly hit the warm wetness of her center.

“Now?” he asked.

“Eat me.”

“Eat what?” he asked, and blew lightly on her clit.

“Eat my pussy.” The voice didn’t sound like her, low and hungry.

Immediately, Jack’s tongue was on her clit. Without the buffer of the lace between his tongue and her, the pleasure hit hard. She closed her eyes and lifted her head upward.

“What else do you want?” he asked between kisses and sucks.

“Put your finger in me,” she demanded.

Addy didn’t even realize that’s what she wanted, to feel only partially full of him, until she said it. He released one ankle and easily slid a thick finger through her wetness. She moaned and pressed against it, but needed more.

“Two fingers,” she said.

Addy opened her eyes and she looked down at Jack, so eager to please her. The power of it, of telling him exactly how to fuck her, was intoxicating. She started to play with her breasts, to pinch her nipples.

But why should I have to?

“Here,” she said, and took his hand that still gripped an ankle and brought it to her breasts. Eagerly, he started to roll one nipple in his finger. It inched her closer to orgasm.

“Yes,” she said, and spread her legs wider. Every part of him was for her pleasure. “My G-spot,” she said, her voice shaking. “Hit my G-spot.”

Jack’s fingers inside her changed rhythm and position. In seconds, she felt the waves he commanded inside her start to move.

As she got close to orgasm, she forced herself to stop—and Jack.

“Slower,” she managed to say. “Slow down.” He obliged, but even she could tell how difficult it was for him. “Give me your hand.”

Jack slowly slid his fingers from her center.

“Let me taste,” she demanded.

He raised his hands to her lips while his tongue lazily circled her engorged clit. As she sucked his fingers, slick with her wetness, to the depths of her throat she heard a feral purr deep inside her.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked as she released his fingers from her lips.

“Yes,” he said from between her thighs.

She squeezed her legs together, trapped his head between them. “How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“More than anything.”

“From behind.”

As soon as she’d spoken the words, he was on his knees and tore off his boxers. Addy bit her lip and admired his swollen cock.

She got onto all fours and smiled at him from over her shoulder.

“Fuck me now,” she said lowly.

Jack gripped her hips and buried himself deep inside with a groan.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

His length pressed hard against her G-spot and her clit began to throb. As he began his rhythm, she squirmed.

“Wait,” she said, and he stopped immediately. The power was incredible. “Like this.”

Addy raised onto her knees, perched on top of his thighs with his cock deep within her. At this angle, the pressure against her G-spot was almost too much to take. Jack kissed her neck from behind.

“Harder,” she said, and he bit down just enough to make her yelp. One of his hands reached for her clit and the other ran across her breasts.

“Just like that,” she said.

Jack started to bounce her while he stimulated every sensual part of her body.

She could feel his breath, ragged, against her ear as he sucked the delicate skin of her neck.

“Addy,” he whispered into her ear. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Make me come,” she said, though she was already close. He began to fuck her harder.

“Make me come,” she said again, louder with her head dropped back.

“I’m close,” he said, almost apologetic.

What the hell? No condom. Fuck, there was no condom.

But in that moment, she didn’t care.

“Make me come with you,” she said. “Come inside me.”

“Addy—”’

“Come inside me.”

With a final flick of his slick finger against her clit, he nipped at her neck and slammed her down onto him.

“Fuck, Jack,” she cried out, and clenched her teeth together.

The rush of his come exploded inside her and pushed her over the edge. She called out his name and came hard against his cock.

He released her and Addy fell forward onto her hands and knees, but he stayed inside her. His hands once again at her hips, he pulled her close.

“Let me feel you,” she heard him say from behind. “I want to feel it…”

“Again,” she whispered. “Just a little… fuck, Jack, I’m going to come again.”

She’d barely come off the first wave, but the rush of his orgasm inside her brought on an entire new climax. She pushed her ass against him and mewled through the second round.

When he finally released her and pulled himself out, she felt a hot stream of their combined juices spill out of her. The wetness ran down her leg.

Addy turned around to find him splayed on his back, one arm outstretched for her to fall against his chest.

But Addy stayed as far away as she could in the cramped tent and hurriedly pulled on her t-shirt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said, impressed that she was able to muster her professional voice. She searched for her shorts but couldn’t find them in the tangled mess of sleeping bags.

“Shit,” she said. “Move, I can’t find my shorts.”

“Addy, don’t worry about it,” he said. “Come here—”

“No,” she snapped. Even in the low light, she could see the cloud move across his face.

“What’s your problem?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Actually, that’s not true. You’re my problem.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a fucking bad life choice for me, Jack!” she said.

“Well, thanks a lot.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

She finally found the shorts and pulled them up, not caring that both of their come continued to seep out of her and directly onto the material.

“Okay, then what did you mean?”

“I mean this wasn’t supposed to happen! This whole thing, it was a stupid fucking mistake to begin with. Fine, okay? I own part of that, we were both shitfaced drunk when we got married. But we stayed married to get back at Rosa—”

“Addy! Shh,” he said, and leaned up on his elbows.

She glanced toward the entry flap and remembered about Rosalie and Jeremy just a few yards away.

“Sorry,” she said, her voice lower. “But … God, Jack, don’t you get it?”

“Apparently not.”

“I was okay faking a marriage that we’d already stupidly put ourselves into anyway. Or, at least as okay as I could be.”

“So what changed?”

“This,” Addy gestured to the space between them. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I thought you liked it.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Why not?” He looked at her, wholly confused.

“I mean… I’m starting to feel things, Jack. Okay? Things that… I shouldn’t be feeling since the whole thing is fake. I—”

“You mean you like me?”

“Yeah, okay, whatever you want to call it. And this… all this sex, it isn’t helping.”

“Is this because of the no condom thing? I thought you were on the pill or something. If not, I mean we can get the morning-after pill. We’ll go right now if you want.”

“Jesus, Jack, yes, I’m on the pill, okay? That’s not, fuck, that’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what are you worried about?”

I’m worried that I’m falling in love with you. That I’m already way too deep into this. That you’re going to break my heart. That you coming inside me is going to make it even worse.

I’m worried that I can’t stop.

“Nothing,” she said. “Forget it.”