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cries from her throat. He balanced a knee on the bed near her head, and she ran her hand over the curve of his ass, desperate to touch him. The muscles clenched, and he moaned as she dared slip her hand between his legs to find the bulge of his cock. She traced its long outline, exploring its size and girth through his clothing. Jonathon sucked her clit between his lips, sending a shockwave through her that tightened into a pinnacle.
    A scream burst from her chest as the orgasm seized her. She sucked down gulps of air as Jonathon moved away. She watched him, feeling drugged, as he tugged his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes and socks, then shoved his pants down his hips. The last to follow was his boxers, and he was standing next to her in all of his glory. He was broad shouldered with lean, cut muscle. Smooth chest, ripped abs, and she followed the trail of hair beneath his bellybutton all the way down…
    She inhaled sharply. His cock looked delicious, and she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his girth. She tugged him forward and took him into her mouth. He tasted salty, but not unpleasant as she stretched her lips around him. He cupped the back of her head, muttering nonsensical things as she moved up and down his shaft. She’d never given a man head before, but instinct guided her well enough she felt his legs tremble. Which gave her courage and she sucked harder, moved faster…
    Jonathon placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. “You’re going to make me come, angel.” He yanked open the top drawer of the nightstand. “God, I hope Liam isn’t the prude he passes himself off to be.” He withdrew a condom foil. “I have to remember to thank him for this.”
    She lost herself to the lust in his gaze as he rolled the latex down his shaft and rejoined her on the bed. He parted her thighs with his hips, and the tip of his cock pressed inside her tight walls. She felt a stinging pressure that mounted as he entered her. He stopped when she tensed and sucked air through her teeth.
    “Are you okay?” he asked near her ear.
    She nodded, and he kissed her gently on the lips as he took shallow thrusts, stretching her body. Discomfort quickly heightened to pleasure and when she moaned, he deepened the movement, taking her harder until the bed rattled beneath them. She climbed desire higher and higher, meeting him thrust for thrust, saying his name over and over. He reached between them and brushed his fingertips over her clit. That was all it took. Stars burst within her, and she laughed with disbelief when the second climax hit.
    He shuddered, growling out her name. He remained on top of her, braced on his elbows. He dropped a kiss to her nose. “Phoebe.” He said her name as if savoring something luscious. “I believe I’ll always carry your name in my heart.”
    And slowly he withdrew from her, leaving behind wetness where he’d been. She stretched her legs, wincing with the new tenderness.
    He moved next to her, his arm draped over her middle, and nuzzled her ear. “I hope to see you again when I’m sober,” he said. “I’ll be a much better lover I think.” He yawned. “More attentive. Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up in the morning.”
    She didn’t answer, and shortly after Jonathon rolled onto his back and fell asleep. The magic evaporated. The borrowed room glared back at her in judgment, making her feel guilty for using someone’s bed without their permission. It felt tacky, wrong. In the back of her mind Cybil clapped her hands in delight her daughter shared her wild streak. Which made Phoebe feel ten times worse.
    It was time to go. When she sat up and swung her legs off the bed, she spotted something lying on the blankets that made her heart stall. A tiny little bit of off-white which brought with it the cold shock of fear.
    “Oh God no,” she whispered, leaning closer. She snatched a tissue from the tissue box on the nightstand, and picked up