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“What the fuck?” I gasped.

He tossed it aside. “What?”

I sat up straight and stared. “You ditch.”

“My what?”

I pointed at the prominent ‘V’ at the base of his chiseled abdomen. “Your dick ditch,” I said. “That’s.” I swallowed a rising lump of sexual tension. “Incredible.”

He seemed embarrassed. “Thanks.”

I turned to my side. Almost too exhausted to move, I lifted my head and glanced over my shoulder. “Will you fuck me like a horse?”

He laughed. “A horse?”

“Yeah,” I said. “From behind.”

“Doggy style,” he said. “That’s how dogs fuck.”

“Dogs, horses, cats, pigs. I don’t care.” I sighed. “Call it whatever. Pig sex. Just do it.”

“I want to look at you when I’m fucking you,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

He could have said a lot of things. Telling me I was beautiful while in the throes of passion was enough to win what little portion of my heart he didn’t already possess.

Blushing at his remark, I rolled onto my back. “Thank you.”

He lowered himself to the bar and wedged his hips between my legs. It wasn’t the best of locations and the bar was harder than a rock, but the love we made was so magnificent that no bed could have improved our performance—or my level of satisfaction.

Rowing his hips fore and aft magically, he gave me every inch of what God graced him with. In no hurry, nor trying to prove a point, he took his time, making sure I was satisfied with his every move.

Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Denying our relationship was meant to be was impossible. I quickly came to realize that someone was making love to me for the first time in my life. Lost in that realization, I followed Price’s lead without question.

We kissed the entire while, leaving me breathless for most of our love-making session. When his cock swelled, warning of what was imminent, I held him in my arms and relaxed, allowing him to release himself deep within my confines.

A few full-length strokes followed, bringing me to another mind-bending climax.

He collapsed at my side in a heap.

I stared at the ceiling for some time before I spoke, wondering how I could be so lucky to have saddled the wild stallion that had yet to be ridden. I had no intention of attempting to tame him, but I did hope to ride him until he was a broken-down pile of bones.

“That was incredible,” I said.

He kissed me. “You’re incredible.”

I brushed his hair away from his face. “Where did you come from?”

“Been here all my life,” he said.

“Yeah. Me, too.”

“The right place at the right time,” he said. “That’s all I can figure.”

“I’m not even going to try and figure this one out,” I said. “It’s like a cheesy 1980’s horror flick. Fucking, killing, and falling in love.”

His eyes narrowed a little. “Who’s falling in love?”

I’d already said it, so I decided to own it. “I think I am.”