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  With this intensity, with the needy way my body was reacting, I was sure he was the only one who ever had.

  Just before I climaxed, though, he pulled back, kissing along my thigh again. “I know I should make you come. And I want to, Angela, but I don’t want this to end, either. You taste so fucking good. And you’re so damn responsive.”

  I wanted to answer, to say something, but I could barely remember what words were. “More.” It was the only thing I could think to say.

  But clearly, it was enough. He slipped two large fingers inside me, finger-fucking me as his mouth sealed around my clit, sucking and nipping as he worked my g-spot.

  I screamed out his name as I lost it all over his fingers. All over his face.

  Colton groaned as I soaked his hand, drinking in my climax as hungrily as I’d taken his in the car.

  But he was hardly done. He slipped his fingers from me and kissed his way back up my body, pressing me into the sofa as his cock nestled against my core again.

  He thrust in slowly, watching my face as he pushed in inch by inch.

  After two intense orgasms, everything was tighter. Looking between us where I was obscenely stretched around his thick cock made me wetter.

  He fucked me slower, but no less roughly, one finger teasing my clit with every deep, thick stroke of his cock.

  When he gripped my hair and angled my head up to kiss me again, I lost it. I came hard on his cock as his tongue thrust into my mouth, filling me everywhere.

  Colton groaned as he followed me over, his cock pulsing inside me with each thrust. He kissed me again and again as he slipped his hands around my back and carefully held me to him as he rolled us on the sofa, my body was sprawled out over the top of his.

  As I caught my breath, I bit my lip and smirked. “That was… intense.”

  He chuckled and kissed along my jaw. His hands traced up and down my back, until they settled on my ass. “I’ve been wanting to do that for days.”

  I rose up, straddling him. “You’re wearing too many clothes. I think you should strip naked and join me in bed.”

  He grinned as I climbed off him, sauntering across the living room, fully naked, leaving it up to him to follow.

  Colton didn’t disappoint. When he found me laying on my bed, he was completely naked, standing in my doorway like a sculpted god, here to make sure I climaxed all night long.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Angela?” He stalked across the room and climbed onto the bed, caging me under him as he kissed me. His tongue teased over my lower lip and just barely flicked over mine before he pulled away again.

  He flopped back onto my pillows and pulled me into his side, holding me close as he listed off all the things he found sexy about me. My lips. My hair. My curvy hips that he could grip during sex. My perky nipples. But it wasn’t just my body. He also talked about my laugh, my wit, the way I could make just about anyone in town bow to my will.

  Everyone, apparently, except for him.

  Listening to him, I could hardly remember why we hadn’t already gotten here.

  If I had known it was going to be like that, I would’ve probably dragged him to the bedroom the first day we met.

  I kissed along his chest, up his neck, along his jaw, to claim his lips again, slowing moving to straddle him again. It wasn’t that I was trying to start something; although I would’ve happily gone for another round. I just couldn’t stop touching or kissing him.

  Colton had the same problem. His fingers slid over my skin, touching me everywhere he could reach. It wasn’t overtly sexual. More like a need for contact, a need to learn my body completely.

  Slowly, I slid back onto my side of the bed, even though my hand stayed on his chest, sliding through the dark brown curls smattering over his pecs. “Stay the night.”

  “You couldn’t get me to leave if you tried, Angela. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

  I grinned as he pulled a blanket over us and shifted onto his side, pulling my thigh up over his hips. “Did you know it was going to be like that?”

  He kissed me softly. “I had a feeling it would be good. But I would’ve had to be a psychic to know it was going to be that good. That fucking hot.” His hand slid down over my ass and he squeezed once before letting go again. “But you started it. I still can’t believe you sucked me off while I was driving.”

  I chuckled and leaned forward, burying my face in his chest. “I told you, I lose control when I’m with you. I go a little crazy.” I looked up at him, a smile on my face. “But I’d do it again, if it leads to sex like that.”

  He cupped my cheek and smiled. “I have a feeling it’s going to be like that for a long time, regardless of how often you take me into your mouth.”

  A yawn escaped my lips, revealing just how much he’d worn me out.

  “Sleep, Angela. I’m not going anywhere.” He turned me in his arms, spooning up against me as he held me close to his chest.

  His breathing was slow and steady. Calming.

  I snuggled in close as he intertwined our fingers over my belly, and slowly let my eyes drift shut.

  Sometime in the night, we’d shifted.

  Colton was on his back, his arm tucked up under his head, with his other hand low on my hip.

  I tried to slip out of his grip, but he tugged me closer and growled, “Where are you going?”

  “Sleep. I’ll be right back.” It was a promise, one I hadn’t really meant to make. But one I was absolutely going to keep. I wasn’t ready to get up, to face the light of day.

  He shifted, rolling me onto my back as he caged me under him again. His lips claimed mine tenderly, a slow, easy, good morning kiss. But I couldn’t ignore the hard cock between my thighs.

  When he released me, I hardly wanted to get up at all. But I needed a quick trip to the bathroom. I wouldn’t have minded a shower, but I doubted Colton would’ve let me be gone from bed that long.

  As I washed my hands, I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to recognize the woman looking back at me. By all accounts, nothing had really changed. I had a tangled mess of hair, and a few smudges under my eyes from my makeup. But I felt different. And it wasn’t just the ache between my thighs.

  I’d fucked Colton Black. I’d let him come inside me, without a condom.

  And I wanted to go right back out there and let him take me again.

  “Angela? Am I going to have to come get you?”

  The idea of him coming in here, of him taking me right where I stood, slightly bent over the sink, where I could watch him fuck me from behind, shouldn’t have made me so wet.

  I stepped out of the bathroom but didn’t get much farther.

  Colton had gotten out of bed, and as soon as I was in sight, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me. As he pulled back, a slow, easy smile spread over his face.

  “Good morning.”

  Lifting my leg to wrap it around his waist, I pulled him closer and ground against him. “It certainly is.”

  He lifted me easily and carried me back to the bed. “I wasn’t sure you’d be up for more. Not after last night.”

  I groaned as he slid against my folds, teasing me, making me want more again already. “For someone who promised me a long time of hot sex, you seem surprised I’d want more.”

  He filled me slowly, taking his time this morning, as he kissed and touched. He toyed with my breasts, sucking each nipple into hard, tender points. His thrusting stayed slow, but it didn’t do anything to slow down my climax from building low in my belly.

  It was the look in his eyes that surprised me though. This didn’t feel like just a casual fuck, a way for us to both get off.

  The way he was looking at me, I almost believed he could be in love.

  Colton held my gaze, even when part of me wanted to look away, to close my eyes, to break the intensity growing between us. He kissed his way back to my mouth, making me moan as he started thrusting harder.

  I tugged his hair, breaking
the kiss. I wanted to watch the lust, the need, the emotion in his eyes. I wanted it all.

  Even though I wasn’t ready to admit it, and I wasn’t about to say it out loud, I knew it then.

  I was falling in love with Colton Black.

  When we climaxed, we came together, and he slowly pulled from me, rolling us. I was sprawled over his chest again. I held onto him, smiling softly. “We should shower. I need coffee. And breakfast.”

  He chuckled and carried me into the bathroom, taking care of me as he gently washed my hair, my body, between my thighs.

  The intimacy of the act of caring for me, left me a breathless and awe struck by his tenderness. My experience with men hadn’t ever made me feel like I mattered more than I did in that moment. Part of me wondered, did he love me? Could he love me so quickly?

  10

  Colton

  After breakfast, no part of me wanted to drive Angela back to her car. I didn’t want to be without her, even for a minute. The more time I spent with her, the more I craved her.

  But it was Saturday morning, and I had things to get done. The haunted house still needed work. I was supposed to meet Cora and the kids at the event center.

  And the decorations for the masquerade were only, at best, half finished.

  None of that made it easier to watch her drive away.

  I would’ve kept her in bed all day, writhing under my tongue, clenching around my cock, screaming my name. Never had I been possessive with a woman or enjoyed her so thoroughly. But the sex cloud would distract from important stuff that needed to get done.

  Instead, I headed for the event center, trying to get my head back into my responsibilities.

  Micah was lingering outside the building. It didn’t look like anyone else was around.

  “Hey, Micah. How’s it going?”

  I didn’t have to ask. His face said it all.

  “Mom’s back in the hospital.” His lip trembled.

  I didn’t hesitate. I pulled him into my arms and gave him a tight hug. I knew all too well what he was going through. “When?”

  “Last night. Dad took her.” He swallowed, trying to keep the tears at bay as he wiped at his eyes.

  I led him around to the side of the building, where there were some benches and a little playground. It was a little chilly to be sitting outside, but I guessed Micah didn’t want to face anyone else until he’d pulled himself together.

  “I can take you to see her, if you don’t want to do this today.”

  Micah shook his head. “She doesn’t want me to see her like that.”

  If I were alone, or he was an adult, I would’ve cursed. I would never understand why parents pushed their kids away when they were sick. I would’ve stayed by my mother’s side every day, if she’d let me. But I didn’t even know she was sick until it was already too late.

  “Do you want to be here? We can go to my office and talk. Or back to my place, work on the haunted house.”

  He scuffed his tennis shoes on the pavement. “I want to be part of the show for the party.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re going to be part of it, I promise.”

  “I’ll be okay, Mr. Black. I just need a minute.” He swiped his eyes and nose with his sweatshirt sleeve.

  “We’ll sit here as long as you need.” I pulled a package of tissues out of my coat pocket, but I didn’t offer them. I wouldn’t, until he needed one.

  Micah stared out at the playground for a while, at the swings moving back and forth in the breeze. He didn’t say anything, but he pulled himself together.

  When he got up, I smiled softly and stood too. “Are you ready to be a zombie?”

  He nodded and wiped his eyes once more with his sleeve. “I’m going to be the best zombie ever.”

  We headed back to the entrance of the event center.

  Cora was already inside with Tru, taping out a stage outline, so we could practice with exactly how much room we’d have.

  “I think this is such a great surprise.” Tru smiled as she gestured at the kids all lined up along the side of the hall. “But tell me again why we’re not telling the Mayor about it?”

  “I want it to be a surprise for her too. Don’t worry, she’s going to love it.” I smiled, even though there was a part of me that was still worried about her, worried at how she would handle the whole thing. “She inspired it, after all.”

  Tru clapped once and said, “Okay, kids, let’s all get ready. Have you been practicing?”

  Tru and Cora had been incredible, working with choreographing the kids while I worked with Angela to get everything else ready.

  She still didn’t know everything I’d planned for the party, but the flash mob of zombie kids was the part I was most excited about.

  They started to dance, Thriller, by Michael Jackson playing on repeat as the kids practiced their steps on the stage. I hung back, watching distractedly.

  Angela sent me a text.

  Angela: Hey. I don’t know what our plans are to get together again, but I wanted to make sure you knew, I want another date.

  God, I loved how bold she was. No coy games, no beating around the bush or passive aggressive comments. She just came right out and said what she wanted.

  And I wanted it too.

  Colton: Tuesday. Five o’clock. I’ll pick you up. Wear something sexy. Panties optional.

  This time, I didn’t leave off my demands. I wanted her to know exactly what I had in mind. I wanted her to be wet and wanting, even before I got to her.

  “What do you think, Mr. Black?” Cora’s voice cut through my daydreams, through all the naughty things I wanted to text to Angela.

  “Let’s run it again. You guys are looking great.”

  We worked for a couple hours, running through the routine again and again, until the kids were confident they could do it in front of everyone.

  As people started to disband, I called out, “Okay, I’ve got some costume stuff, so if you don’t have anything to wear, come see Ms. Reynolds and me, and we’ll get you outfitted right.”

  Micah hung back as other kids came up to me and Cora and started picking things out, laughing and joking, pulling things out and holding them up.

  I nodded at him as I waved at Cora. “I’ll be right back. You got this?”

  “Take your time.”

  I pulled the outfit I’d picked out for Micah and headed over to him. “Hey. What’s going on?”

  “Will you take me to see my mom? Dad won’t take me and he’s always working when he’s not taking care of mom. I know she said I shouldn’t visit her in the hospital, but please, Mr. Black.”

  “Of course. Should we do up your zombie makeup, so she can see what you’re going to look like for the masquerade?” I held up the outfit, trying to keep things light. I didn’t want him worrying any more than he already was.

  Micah’s eyes lit up. “You could do that?”

  “Hey, since when are you doubting my Halloween skills? Did you hear about Mayor Bartell at the ice cream parlor?” At his nod, I continued, “That was my work.”

  “Oh, man, we’re going to scare my mom so good!” He laughed, and then it hit him again. His face fell. “But that might not be good.”

  “Hey, do you really think I’m going to let anything bad happen? We’ll make you a fresh zombie. Hardly any scare.” I smiled, but I knew he was nervous. I couldn’t blame him. “We could show her the dance you’ve been working on too, if you want.”

  “It’s not the same without the other kids.” He frowned again. “Maybe I should just go as me.”

  “I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you, no matter what.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and handed over the outfit. “But you’re going to be the best dressed zombie in the bunch. I picked out the best things for you.”

  He gave me a half smile and looked it over. “I hope she’s going to be able to come to the party.”

  “We’ll see. But if not, maybe Ms. Reynolds can help us get
some kids to put on a special performance, just for her.”

  Once the costume pieces were all picked over and the kids headed off their own ways, back home, I loaded Micah’s bike into the back of my Escalade and drove him to the hospital.

  Even waiting outside the room, letting him have private time with his mother, brought back bad memories of my own. I hated there wasn’t any easier way to help him through this, other than just being there for him, letting him have safe places where he didn’t have to think about it all.

  I wished Angela was there with me. Somehow, I knew she’d make it all a little bit easier.

  By the time I took him home, Micah was quiet, but a little more at ease.

  I didn’t know if I’d really done anything to help, or if I’d just managed to get him where he needed to be, but I couldn’t help but feel like at least he wasn’t alone, and he would be okay going forward.

  “Thanks, Mr. Black.” He got out of the car, and I helped him get his bike out. “It was a good day, hanging out, getting to work on the dance stuff. Mom’s really excited. She said she’d try to see us perform.”

  Another lie. I’d talked to one of the nurses while Micah was in with his mom; she wasn’t getting out of the hospital. He’d be lucky if she made it to Halloween.

  Irritation bubbled under the surface. It wasn’t my business, except Micah needed someone to be there for him. Since his dad was clearly stretching himself too thin and probably in a state of his own denial where his wife was concerned, and his mom was lying to him. I could understand how difficult it would be to tell your son you’re dying. But his mother was only protecting herself and hurting him more. She’d be lucky if he didn’t resent her later. Kids needed the truth as much as anyone else. They deserved it. I wanted to go off on both of his parents, but it wasn’t my place and it certainly wasn’t my business. I would be there for the kid.

  As I pulled away from his house, I called Cora to find out what it would take to do a special dance performance for the hospital. I couldn’t let Micah miss out on showing his mom just how hard he’d been working, even if she didn’t want to admit just how bad everything had gotten.