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tightened.
    “That’s right, baby.” He gave a few last
rough pushes inside her. “Come for me.”
    She came, her body freezing in an
involuntary arch before the spasms of pleasure sliced through her.
    Greg pushed against the contractions of her
pussy and forced out a series of low, rough exclamations as his own tension
finally released as well.
    They both came hard, leaving them breathless
and exhausted as they finally collapsed in a heap of limbs and damp clothing.
    “Wow,” Victoria croaked, buried beneath
Greg’s warm weight.
    “Yeah.” He was panting against her neck,
occasionally pressing his lips softly against her skin.
    “I guess winning an election makes you
horny.” Her words were light in an attempt to find the pleasant balance that
had always sustained their casual, sexual relationship.
    “Something like that.”
    Victoria winced as he moved above her. Her
back was stiff, her thigh muscles were sore, and her pussy would be raw after
that kind of sex.
    Evidently sensing her discomfort, Greg
lifted up and slowly pulled his softening cock out of her wet, sensitive
channel.
    She couldn’t stifle a moan as she
straightened her legs and tried to sit up.
    “All right?” he asked, his observant eyes
watching her closely.
    “Yep.” When she managed to sit up, she had
to close her eyes at the resulting dizziness. After a moment she recovered and
looked down at her damp, crushed outfit. “My poor suit.”
    He chuckled and stood up. Since his trousers
were halfway off already, he let them fall to the floor and then stepped out of
them with his shoes. Pulling off his tie and jacket, he headed toward the
bathroom. “It looks pretty good to me.”
    “Smug bastard,” she said without any heat.
“You could have at least let me take off my shoes before you fucked me like
that.”
    She heard the water running in the bathroom before
he came out wearing just his boxers.
    He was a well-built man with broad
shoulders, fine arms, and tight belly. The dark hair on his chest tapered down into
an irresistible line that disappeared into his waistband. She discreetly leered
at him as he came back over to the bed.
    He grinned, his smile crinkling his rugged
face. “What are you complaining about? You’re not the one who’s going to have
bruises on his back from those damned heels of yours.”
    He was teasing, but Victoria stood up and peered
at his back. The skin had reddened into angry streaks where she’d dug her heels
into his flesh. “Oh. I’m sorry.”
    Greg just chuckled and stretched out on the
bed, looked pleased, sated and relaxed. “I’m not.”
    She stood beside the bed, fidgeting with her
wrinkled clothes, suddenly a little awkward. She rubbed her thighs together inconspicuously,
feeling kind of sloppy from what was left of Greg’s semen between her legs.
    They’d used condoms at the beginning, but
now they relied on Victoria’s birth-control, since neither was fucking anyone
else.
    She went to the bathroom—to clean herself up
a little and to ease her strange awkwardness.
    When she returned, Greg was propped up on
one elbow, obviously waiting for her. “Why don’t you spend the night?” he
suggested, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s almost two, and you
look tired.”
    Victoria swallowed and tried to think
quickly. Their relationship was just about sex. They’d never spent the night
together, and his invitation made her heart race with nerves. Not because she
thought he had ulterior motives—she knew he was just being friendly and
generous—but because she was always careful to avoid anything that would make
her treat their relationship as something deeper than it was.
    They were both happy with casual sex. But
she had to work very hard for it not to get complicated—at least, as far as her
feelings were concerned.
    But Victoria was tired, and the big bed—especially
with Greg’s handsome, nearly naked form in it—looked incredibly inviting. And
for some reason she