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His smile tightened for just a moment, then felt genuine again. “Good, babe, because I’m going to rock your world.”

He hefted her up and slid his length into her core, his penis sliding inch by heated inch into her channel. It was so large that sometimes she marveled at being able to accommodate him. His girth stretched her out, made her feel full in ways she’d never imagined before, and it always felt like a mix of security and coming home to have him buried deep inside of her. He rocked his hips, and she rolled with the motion, using the strength of her legs to lift herself up and down on his massive length.

Brent moved toward the wall, and she felt the light coolness of the wood against her back. Brent thrust again, this time claiming her with his mouth as he did so. His tongue tangled with hers and the taste of chocolate and Scotch was on her taste buds, teasing her. Brent’s pace increased, and her clit started to pulse with need and the hint of pleasure tickling her nerves.

She broke away from his kisses to throw her head back and moan. “More, I need so much more.”

“On it, sweetheart,” he said, his voice that same low rumble that drove her mad.

His pace quickened, and his mouth moved to the tip of her left breast. His tongue flicked and played over the hardened peak of her nipples and, by then, her clit was alight with pleasure, with the power of an orgasm beginning to build. Brent angled his hips just so, pumping deeper into her, and his change hit that spot deep within her body, the one that sent her nerves screaming with delight.

It was then Brent’s pace increased, his hips pistoning against her as her heels dug into this ass to keep herself upright. Her breath came in ragged gasps, the room was filled with the sound of her breathing and his, the only noise accompanying them. Her perfume mingled with his cinnamon scent and their own musks – a mix of sex around them – were all roiling through her nose. The pressure of the wall against her back somehow made the movements of his cock deep inside her that much more intense.

That much better.

She closed her eyes and gave into sensation, gave into the need driving her.

Jessica came in a flash, as if she’d detonated around him and then slowly pieced herself back together even as he climaxed and shot his seed deep inside of her.

Thank God for birth control.

She was mostly incoherent as the final bits of orgasm-induced haze lifted from her. Setting her forehead against his shoulder, she let him prop her up on his bed. But, to her surprise, Brent didn’t immediately join her on the other side. Instead, he leaned low and traced his finger over the gold dolphin at the hollow her throat.

“I know there’s so much to discuss, so much to do to make you see it, sweetheart. But you’re mine. You belong to me, and we fit together. We just can’t let this go.”

She smiled and clasped his hand in hers. Offering him a tight smile, she gave him the only answer she could: “We’ll see, love. We’ll see.”

Chapter Twelve

Jessica

“You know,” Ashley chirped, “the cost of school books sucks.”

Dana laughed as they filled up their arms with all the various items listed on their respective class lists at the UC San Diego Bookstore. Jessica had been feeling pretty crappy all week, just dizzy and nauseated a lot. It had caused her to pass on going a few times already, and she needed to get the books before all the other kids bought them out. Then again, everyone else at UCSD must have had that same thought because it felt like every student on campus was cramped into the hot, sweatbox that was the bookstore today.

It was totally doing wonders for her illness.

Not.

Dana continued to roll her eyes as Ashley moaned about her books. “I have to get art supplies too. You want to be bled dry, keep buying canvas and oils.”

Jessica tried to smile. “I would also like to point out that thick-ass textbooks cost like two hundred bucks or more a piece brand new.”

“Not as bad as my bills, still,” Dana chimed in. “And I’m a starving artiste.”

“I’m a starving actress,” Ashley said, which seemed a bit literal these days. She was down to a size 00 after the latest round of casting director crap, and Jessica was worried about her. Of course, every time she tried to hint that Ashley should eat more or maybe rest from auditions for a while over in L.A., Ash just complained more. “I don’t even pay much to eat, and I don’t have enough in my budget left over for all of this!”

“And I do well nannying, but this is just…” Jessica sighed as they got into the never-ending line. She couldn’t even see the cashier from here. They weren’t going anywhere for hours. “It’s a conspiracy. An overpriced one to bleed our student loans.”

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