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After that, she didn’t really have any choice but to kiss him again. When they broke apart, panting, he grinned, all white teeth and seduction. “You ready, partner?”

In answer, she clasped her hands behind his head and urged him closer, locking her feet behind his lower back so her heels dug into the firm muscles of his butt. “Ride me hard, cowboy.”

“Cowboy?” He cocked a russet brow at her. “How about frogman? That seems more appropriate.”

“I don’t give a damn what your nickname is.” She licked the thudding pulse point at the base of his throat while grinding herself against his stiff cock. “I just want you inside me. Now.”

“Yeah?” He positioned himself at her wet entrance, then rested his forehead against hers once more. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Do it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a fake southern drawl. “Giddy up.”

Spencer drove into her in one long thrust, stealing her breath. He rested his face against her collarbone and gave her a moment to adjust to his size. Then, slowly, he began to move, withdrawing a few inches before pushing back inside her, heightening her sensations and her pleasure.

“How’s that feel?” he whispered against her neck.

“So good.” She moved with his rhythm, increasing his angle of penetration so he hit that spot just an inch or so inside her, the one that sent ripples of electricity through her nerve endings and pushed her closer to the peak of ecstasy once again. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.” He traced his fingertips down her spine, urging her closer. “Never.”

Soon, their movements grew more frenzied. She felt his body tighten inside her and knew he was close, which only drove her own passion higher. Remembering his comment on the plane about biting, she slid her tongue up the tendon straining at the side of his neck, then took his earlobe between her teeth. “Let me know when you’re ready to come.”

“You first.” He drove harder into her, once, twice, then reached between them to fondle her clit. “Come for me, sweetheart. One more time.”

“Yes.” She ground against his talented fingers, pressing herself closer to release. “I’m getting there. I’m getting there.”

“Me too.” He surged into her again and rocked his hips to hit her sweet spot just right and…bam!She bit down as her insides fluttered and her slick walls contracted around him, climaxing hard for the third time. She’d never had so many orgasms so close together. Now that he’d gotten her over that threshold, his movements grew harsher, harder, and soon he arched hard against her. His cock swelled inside her as he came.

He murmured endearments into her hair until finally he collapsed atop her, his breath rough and warm against her wet skin. “God, that was amazing.”

“Yeah, it was.” Toni felt boneless, weightless as she stroked his hair and held him close. At last, Spencer pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently, then carried her back across the pond. Once they were stretched out on their towels again, she snuggled her head against his chest and held on to their last few minutes of solitude.

He ran his fingertips lightly over her arm and shoulder, then spoke in hushed tones, seemingly as reluctant to lose the intimacy between them as she was. “I told you about me as a kid. What about you? What sparked your interest in promoting literacy? Did it start with a love of reading?”

Pain pinched her heart despite her haze of euphoria. “You really want to know?”

“I asked, didn’t I?”

“It was the same thing that made you fight those kids.”

“You stole books?” He looked down at her with an expression of mock horror.

“No.” She smacked him on the chest, and he laughed. “I wanted approval—from my father.”

“By reading?”

She realized how strange that sounded, but it was the truth. “Growing up, even though my parents were divorced, my dad paid for everything. Food, shelter, education. But I wanted the one thing his money couldn’t buy. His time, his attention, his approval, his love.”

Spencer held her tighter. “I’m sorry.”

Toni shrugged. “It is what it is. It’s not like I was abused or anything. Just lonely, I guess. My mom worked a job with long hours—and she wasn’t that interested in being a mom anyway. I told you she only got pregnant to try to hold on to my dad. When their marriage fell apart anyway, she took responsibility for raising me, but we were never close. As soon as I was old enough to be left home on my own—which in my mom’s book happened when I was seven—I became a latchkey kid.”

“And how did reading play into that?”

“For as long as I could remember, all my dad talked about loving was his books, his collection of rare first editions. I figured, if he loved his books that much, maybe I could make him love me like that by reading. Then we’d have something in common. Something to talk about. Something that would make him interested in what I had to say.”

“Man.” Spencer pressed his lips to the top of her head. “That sucks. No kid should ever have to earn their parent’s love.”

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