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She walked into the hotel room, and the air instantly turned thick as syrup. I stood by the window, pretending to study the evening city lights, but out of the corner of my eye I tracked her reflection in the glass. She shrugged off her trench coat, tossed it onto the armchair, and the outline of a lace bra showed through her thin blouse. We both knew why I was here. Or rather, why she had come. Ex-lovers at a conference in a strange city—always a bad idea. But that didn't make it any less tempting.

"You haven't changed," she said, not turning around. "Standing there like a statue, pretending you don't give a shit."

I smirked, finally turning to face her. Anna. Two years since we'd last seen each other, and she still bit her lip when she was nervous.

"And you haven't either," I replied, taking a step toward her. "Still starting things off with accusations."

She smiled, and there was something dangerous in it, something teasing. She walked to the minibar, pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and splashed it into two glasses.

"Let's play a game?" she offered, handing me one. "Truth or dare. Adult version. Or are you scared?"

I took the glass, feeling her fingers brush mine for a second. Goosebumps raced up my skin.

"What brought this on?" I asked, taking a sip. The warm burn slid down my throat.

"Why not? We're not who we used to be. I'm curious what's changed." She sat on the edge of the bed, and her dress rode up slightly, exposing her knees. "For example... truth: did you think about me when you were fucking that brunette from your office?"

I choked on my drink. She laughed, clearly pleased with herself.

"Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?"

I set the glass on the nightstand. My heart was hammering.

"Dare."

Anna stood, walked right up to me. She smelled of the same perfume as back then. Vanilla and something sharp, forbidden. She slowly ran a finger down the buttons of my shirt.

"Then... take it off. Slowly. I want to look at you."

I didn't argue. I undid the buttons one by one, feeling her gaze slide across my chest, down my stomach. She wet her lips.

"Not bad," she breathed. "Still not bad."

I grabbed her, pulled her against me. She pressed her palms to my chest, but she wasn't pushing away. I leaned down to her ear.

"Your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," she whispered.

I turned her around, ran my hand down the zipper on her back. She froze, but didn't resist. Slowly, teasingly, I pulled the zipper down, and the dress slid off her shoulders, over her hips, pooling at her feet. She stood before me in delicate lace, and I could see her chest rising with quick, shallow breaths.

"Fuck, Anna," I exhaled, pressing my lips to her neck, right where her pulse fluttered. "You're like a drug."

She arched back, her head falling against my shoulder.

"Then take your dose," she said, her voice rough.

I lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. She gasped, but then smiled, looking up at me. I loomed over her, pulling off her panties along with her stockings. She helped, twisting and arching, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin through the thin fabric.

"Do you even realize what we're doing?" I asked, pausing for a moment to take her in. She lay before me, flushed, lips parted.

"Does it matter?" she replied, dragging her foot along my thigh. "You were always about that. The risk."

I covered her mouth with mine—hungry, demanding. She answered with the same fire, digging her fingers into my back. I slid my hand over her breast, squeezed her nipple through the lace, and she moaned into my mouth.

"Take this off," she begged, meaning the bra. "I want to feel you."

I unclasped it, slid the straps off her shoulders, and finally she was completely bare before me. I took her nipple into my mouth, and she arched up, gripping the sheets.

"Yes... " she groaned. "Just like that."

I slipped my hand between her legs. She was already wet, already ready. She bit her lip when I started working her clit, and I could feel her trembling with need.

"Stop teasing," she breathed. "I want you. Now."

She flipped onto her stomach, rose onto her knees, and lifted her ass. The perfect curve of her spine, that tight, round ass—I swallowed hard, watching her. She glanced back over her shoulder, and her eyes blazed with challenge.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

I moved in, dragging my cock along her slick folds, teasing her. She let out something incoherent, pushing back, trying to take me herself. But I held her hips, keeping her still.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered, leaning down to her ear.

"I want you to fuck me," she gasped. "Hard. Like before."

And I entered her. Sharp, one deep thrust, all the way to the hilt. She cried out, gripping the pillow, and I started to move. Slow at first, letting her adjust, then faster, deeper, driving into her with every stroke.

"Yes," she moaned, pushing back to meet me. "Just like that, don't stop."

I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and she cried out at the sharp sensation. Her back arched, and I could feel her clenching around me.

"You gonna come?" I rasped, picking up the pace.

"Yes... " she groaned. "Almost... don't stop..."

I felt her body start to shudder, and that pushed me closer to the edge. I flipped her onto her back, hiked her legs over my shoulders, and sank into her again, staring into her eyes. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, and I pounded into her, feeling the wave building.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped, speeding up.

"Yes," she screamed, clenching around me. "Inside... come inside me..."

Her body bowed, and I felt the orgasm crash over both of us. I spilled into her, feeling her inner muscles pulse around my cock, milking me dry.

We lay there, panting, slick with sweat. She spoke first.

"Now that's a dare," she smirked, tracing a finger across my chest.

I kissed her forehead.

"Your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said, yawning.

"Do you still love me?"

She was quiet. Then, softly: "Does it matter?"

In the morning, I woke to the smell of coffee. She sat at the table, already dressed, holding a mug, staring out the window. I walked over, took the cup from her hands, and sipped.

"You leaving today?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, not looking at me. Then she turned, and there was mischief dancing in her eyes. "But we've still got a couple of hours. If you want to play another round..."

I smiled, setting the mug down.

"You're not afraid I'll win again?"

She laughed, reaching for me.

"And you're not afraid that this time, I will?"