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I could feel his body shudder against mine, like he was barely able to hold back and go as slowly as he was. Strong, silent Blake Donovan fucked the same way he did everything else: with a steady, deliberate pace, never rushing, never letting himself lose control.

At least, that’s how he fucked at first. By the time I was approaching another orgasm, his body trembled against mine, and his movements lost some of their steady rhythm. He went from rocking his hips to snapping them.

And every few hard thrusts, he growled against my skin almost like he was angry at himself for letting go as much as he had.

He pressed all his fingers flat against my pussy, sliding them against my clit as he drove into me like a piston gone haywire. I spread myself as much as possible with my leg hooked backward over his and hung on.

Finally, he groaned against my shoulder. “Callie.” And he snapped forward, shouting as he came deep inside me. I cried out as I throbbed around him in my third orgasm, made better as he gently slapped his fingers against me and started thrusting again.

He fucked into me a few more times, fast and frantic, before both of us finally relaxed, panting and shuddering in the last throes of pleasure.

When Blake stopped teasing me with his fingers, his cock sliding out of me, he pulled me hard against him with an arm around my waist. I turned my head enough that he could lean up and kiss me, this time softer, slower than before.

He didn’t say anything, and neither did I. What could I say?

We both knew how amazing that was, and we were both still trying to catch our breath. I lay quietly, enjoying the feeling of having been thoroughly fucked, squeezing my legs together sometimes to enjoy it more.

Blake didn’t make a sound, didn’t even move. Several minutes later, I thought we were about to go to sleep. I shifted, trying to get as comfortable as possible. My ass bumped him, and his arm clamped tight around me.

“Callie,” he breathed, sounding like as much a warning as it had before we’d fucked.

“I didn’t mean to that time.”

It didn’t matter. I could feel him thickening and hardening against my ass.

“Already? Not bad for an old man,” I teased.

I shifted to rub against him, surprised at how hard and ready he was so soon. I ached, as if feeling him hard again set something in motion inside me too. I turned my head to look in his direction.

He was already sliding his cock between my legs, curling his body against mine. “I warned you not to play, didn’t I?”

His mouth covered mine in a hungry kiss before I could answer.

20

BLAKE

I woke up hard,as usual. But this time, I came to consciousness with the light scent of floral perfume in my nose, hairs tickling my face. An ass pressed tight against my groin. A hand beneath mine, where my arm wrapped over—

Callie.

My already hard morning wood throbbed at the memory of where it had been hours before. Sex with Callie was every bit as good as I’d imagined it would be. In fact, my imagination paled by comparison.

She’d blown my fucking mind.

I hadn’t even been able to face her because of the cuffs, and it had still been an experience like I’d never had before. Every part of her body hung on to me. She was firm and soft and slick in all the right places.

I knew I shouldn’t have fucked her. Let alone fucked hertwice. Not while I was paid to protect her. But I’d have to wait to feel bad about it at another time. The memory was too good, too fresh, to taint it with regret.

What I did have to deal with was how we were going to handle it in the cold, sobering light of day.

My dick hard against her ass was not going to help with that.

And the urge to sink into her again, then and there, wasn’t either.

I forced myself to move back enough to get some air between our bodies. But my dick was so hard, it still lay against her, like a magnet to metal. I moved to put my hand there, to press my traitorous dick against my body and away from hers. And forgot about the cuffs.

It jerked her arm and woke her up.

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