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He bit the underside of her jaw. “That’s too far away.” Hefting her high in his arms, he blindly steered around obstacles in the dark, carrying her to the living room. He dropped to his knees, laying her down and tugging his T-shirt over his head. It plopped in a soggy heap on the floor.
Nicole scraped her teeth over her bottom lip as she reached for his belt buckle. He pushed her hands away.
“Get undressed,” he demanded. She complied, lifting her hips, shoving the pa
jama bottoms down, and kicking them away.
Reece gave her no time to prepare as he jerked her hips to him, thrusting forward.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, feeling the fullness of him down to her core. “I almost forgot what this felt like.”
“I’ll make sure to leave a permanent mark on you this time,” he swore as he thrust against her. “I’ll make you forget everything but the feel of me inside you.” He rolled them over. “You do remember how to ride, don’t you?”
She grinned. “I have a fair recollection.” And lifted then slid down, as though she were cantering.
“Do it again,” he ordered, moaning as she did so. “I’m going to make you saddle sore.” He thrust up hard as she was coming down.
“Ohhh,” she cried, as his thrusts grew strong and forceful. “Don’t . . . stop . . . now.”
Her body was clasping around him hard. He could feel she was on the brink of climax. He shifted her forward, taking her with his mouth, his tongue flicking at her center and bringing her to completion. She arched back, her hands digging into his thighs as her body convulsed around that magical instrument.
He lightly tongued her inner thighs as she came back down to earth, her scent wafting through the room. “I love the way you smell,” he whispered, positioning her over his shaft again. He pulled her hips down, impaling her as he sat up straight, wrapping her legs around him.
They moved together, their hands roaming over each other. Their mouths fused, clashing their tongues.
Reece held her shoulders down as he thrust up one last time, his body shaking with its release. His arms tightened around her as he laid his head on her chest.
Nicole was kissing the top of his head, combing her fingers through his rain-drenched hair. “I’m so glad you’re not a serial killer.”
His head lifted, his eyes glassy as he stared at her. “I’d cut out my own heart before I’d ever harm you.”
Nicole kissed him. She didn’t want to hear any tales or professions of love when she knew the truth. She was going to enjoy this fantasy interlude for as long as she could before the real world intruded again.
“Nicole, I . . .”
“Shhh, Colin. I don’t want to talk.”
“But . . .”
“You’re here for this. I’m willing to give you what you want.” She kissed him quiet.
Reece surrendered to her will this once. He knew come the light of the morning, they were going to have a long overdue talk about fame, success, and falling in love.
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They finally made it upstairs to her bedroom, taking the long way around. The first stop was the kitchen table where he hand fed her strawberries dipped in chocolate syrup. Somehow, the chocolate had dripped onto more alluring fruit. He had to lick her clean. He then held a can of whipped cream to her mouth, spraying as she bent her head back, capturing the creamy treat on her tongue.
“This is the best kind of blow job,” he said as she smirked at him, jumping down from the table and pushing him backward toward the stairwell.
As they neared the wall, she dropped to her knees, loving his staff with her mouth twelve ways to Sunday. “No,” he moaned, his fingers combing through her hair, “this is the best kind of blow job.”
As they were climbing the stairs, he couldn’t help but admire her assets, which led to her holding onto the banister as he rode her from behind.
Their short shower became a lengthy bath, which stayed steamy long after the water grew cold.
They were exhausted and wrung out, resulting in them both falling into the best sleep they’d had in a very long time.
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