ONE-TIMER – Bonus Scene


The following bonus scene is NSFW.

 If you wanted to know what happens during that one-night stand…


My already labored breathing turns more violent as Lowell pushes open the door to his hotel room, and the reality of what we’re about to do really sets in.

I step into the room, Lowell following closely behind me. The snick of the door closing behind us is loud. Nearly as loud as my heart hammering in my chest.

He steps up to my back, and there is no mistaking his hard cock pressing against my ass. I’m sure it’s from our intense make-out session in the elevator on the ride up here.

He slips his hands around my waist, tugging me back against him. I sigh when his mouth meets my exposed neck.

“You good?”

I nod. “Yes.”

But…am I?

Lowell sinks his teeth into my neck, and the sting goes right between my legs.

Oh, yeah. I’m good.

He chuckles darkly at the little noise that leaves me. “I’d say.”

I want to be annoyed with his cockiness, but in this case, it’s justified.

The way he makes me feel with just a touch of his lips… It should be criminal for somebody to make someone feel that good, especially when you know it won’t last.

But I don’t want to think about that right now.

He spins me in his arms, crushing his mouth to mine with no warning.

It’s fine. I don’t want a warning for this.

Lowell pushes his tongue past my lips, invading my mouth as if he belongs there. We move together in sync, each taking and giving, as he backs me toward the bed.

The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and with a light shove from Lowell, I fall back onto it.

He fits his body over mine, falling between my legs like he was made to fit. His lips find mine once again, and I’m lost in him.

He trails kisses the length of my neck, then back to my lips, switching between teasing bites and soothing licks.

“Need to taste you,” he mutters, tugging my dress down just enough for my tits to pop free. I’ve never been more excited not to be wearing a bra.

His mouth closes around my nipple, and I’m almost embarrassed by the sound that leaves me.

If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. He’s too focused on showing my breasts the attention they’ve been dying for.

Thad never liked my boobs, always complaining of their size or lack of them, and it always made me self-conscious.

Lowell’s mouth wrapped around my nipple? I don’t feel self-conscious at all.

I feel cherished.

I have no idea how long he spends kissing my boobs or how much time passes until his hands slide down my sides, pushing my already bunched-up dress even higher.

I couldn’t count the seconds it takes for him to pull my panties down my legs if I tried.

And I couldn’t for the life of me total the moments it takes for him to bury his face between my thighs, sliding his tongue over my most sensitive parts.

Neither of us has taken our clothes off. My bridesmaid dress is bunched around my waist, and he’s wearing his suit, his knees digging into a hotel room floor. He eats me like I’m his last meal that he couldn’t wait to get to.

It’s hot in a way I didn’t expect it to be.

He mutters something around me that sounds a lot like so fucking sweet,though I can’t be sure. I’m too lost in the feeling of his tongue sliding over my clit repeatedly. Too wrapped up in the way his fingers join his mouth, sliding into my soaking pussy with ease.

It feels incredible.

He feels incredible.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I groan, crashing my hands through his hair, holding him to me as I inch closer and closer to an orgasm. If he would just…

Oh god,” I whisper, though it sounds more like a whimper.

He chuckles against me, and I see stars the second the vibrations hit.

Like legit fucking stars behind my eyes.

My legs shake around his head like they never have before, and I’m pretty sure I’m pulling his hair, but I don’t care, and I don’t think he does either.

When the quakes finally subside, he slips his fingers from my body and sits back, breathing heavily. I push to my elbows, glancing down at him just in time to see him wipe the evidence of my orgasm from his lips.

His eyes are glazed over as he pushes to his feet. He fits his mouth over mine once again, and I taste myself on him as he pulls me to my feet. He tugs the zipper of my dress down, then pushes the material away until it pools at my feet. He shrugs off his suit jacket, then works at the buttons on his shirt. I should probably help him undress, but I’m barely on my feet as it is, the high of my orgasm leaving me useless.

When he breaks our kiss, the look in his eyes is heated.

“Get on the bed, Hollis. Hands and knees.”

I don’t argue.

I crawl onto the bed as he shoves his pants down his strong legs.

I look over just in time for his cock to spring free from his underwear, and holy hell. It’s gorgeous. He’s gorgeous. All the hard lines of his cut muscles. His body is incredible, and I’m eager to feel its weight against me.

He watches me watch him, his hand going to his hard length, stroking it several times as his eyes take me in.

I could watch him jerk himself all day, but I don’t want that.

I want him.


“Hmm?” he says, pulling his eyes from my ass.

“Fuck me already.”

He groans at my words, and they spur him on just as I’d hoped they would. He reaches down to grab his wallet for a condom.

He pauses for just a moment, and I wonder if he’s having second thoughts, but just as I’m about to ask if everything’s okay, he turns back to me and rips open the packet.

He rolls on the condom, then climbs behind me, his hands skating over my ass. Heat radiates off him as he slides up behind me, his cock brushing against my cheeks. He leans over me, pressing soft kisses to the middle of my back. I shiver at the touch, relishing it.

He doesn’t miss it.

“You’re gorgeous, Hollis,” he whispers, kissing me again.

Another shiver as he slips a finger inside of me. I squeeze his digit, needing more.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I bet your pussy is going to feel incredible squeezing my cock.”

 “It will. So get on with it.”

He chuckles darkly. “Impatient.”

“Very much so. It’s been too long since I’ve been—”

The words turn into a groan as he slips inside of me without warning.

“Oh god,” I mutter.

Another soft laugh. “You keep calling me that and I might have to change my name.”



“Shut up and fuck me already.”

He laughs, then ruts into me…hard.

And he doesn’t stop. He fucks into me with a passion. Our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that has me chasing another orgasm in mere minutes.

He reaches around me, pressing two fingers to my clit, and it’s all I need.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and he’s right—it does feel incredible to squeeze his cock.

My arms begin to shake as my second orgasm of the night drains away all my energy, and Lowell notices. Without warning, he flips me onto my back, then slams back into me like we never lost any momentum.

He places one leg on his shoulder as he pounds into me without any preamble. Over and over again. His eyes screwed shut tightly.

He’s close, but I can tell he’s holding back. Savoring it. I wish I would have savored it, too, since this is the only time we’ll have together, but there was no way I could have held back like he is.


His gaze snaps to mine, and it’s all it takes—his will breaks, and he comes.

I reach for him, pulling his mouth down to mine. Our lips meet, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, moving it against mine as he slows his movements, drawing out every last drop he possibly can.

He pulls his mouth from mine, brushing soft kisses against my lips before pulling away entirely. He pushes from the bed, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the trashcan by the desk. He climbs back into the bed next to me and wraps his arms around me, tugging me until I’m glued to his side.

An uneasy quiet falls over the room.

I don’t know the protocol here, especially since I’ve never done this before.

Am I supposed to say thank you? Do I leave now or later? I have no clue.



“Stop thinking about it,” he says quietly. “Rest.”


“Yeah. You’re going to need it.”

I laugh, looking up at him. “Round two?”

He meets my eyes. “I don’t have another condom. But there’s a lot of other stuff we can do.” He sends me a devilish grin, then presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Rest.”

He shifts around and then closes his eyes.

As tired as I am, I know there’s no way I’ll be able to sleep, not with Lowell next to me.

Not when I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

And especially not when I have no idea how I will walk away knowing I’ll never feel this way again.

Something tells me I just made a big mistake.

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