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Bending to her ear, he tugged the small lobe with his teeth, savoring the telltale way she arched sideways to offer better access. “Now that we’ve cleared the air, are you ready to admit we should explore what’s brewing between us?”
“Sex only?” she asked with a small catch in her voice.
“For starters.”
She remained quiet as they rode into the stable yard and he dismounted. Holding his arms up, he plucked her from the saddle, not risking letting her move away from him yet. She was more receptive to him when they were touching. When she leaned in to him, he felt her legs tremble, either from the ride or his suggestion.
“What would you do if I said yes?”
Their short history taught him not to wait if she was in an amiable frame of mind. Grabbing a hand, he pulled her toward the stable after verifying no one else was around. “I’m better at showing than telling,” he stated, making sure it was empty inside then hurrying into the tack room that doubled as an office, the only space with a door.
She gasped then frowned, scanning the room. “Now, in here?”
“Here you go with the now question.” Slade backed her against the door and pressed her lips in a deep kiss, controlling her mouth while loosening her jeans until she went lax and breathed a warm sigh into his mouth. Her rapid embracement was the same as before, and the exact reception he’d been hoping for.
Slipping a hand between their waists, he paused with his middle finger poised at the apex of her already damp slit and lifted his head. “Got a problem with here and now?”
“Nope, none at all.”
Relishing the lack of hesitation, he found her clit and played with the distended nub. He’d learned not to give her the time and space to change her mind. “We have to be quick,” he warned.
“I like quick.”
“I remember.” Encouraged, Slade drew her to the small corner desk and bent her over. “Brace yourself.”
“I remember,” she quipped, likely referring to her tight grip of his arms the last time.
He pushed her jeans down, appreciating her rare humor, then saw the large bruise covering half of her thigh. Running his fingers lightly over the purple skin, he asked, “What happened?”
Nicole went still and kept her face forward, two suspicious reactions to the simple inquiry. “A clumsy mishap. What happened to quick?” She wiggled her enticing bare butt.
“Seeing you hurt distracted me.” He fished out a condom and released his cock, stifling his irritation. If he lectured her on holding back, she would just point out this was sex only, and he didn’t want to hear that. Not when he was so close to admitting he was ready for more.
Unable to resist, he held her hips and slid inside her snug, slick heat, savoring the tight grip of her vaginal muscles clinging to his cock. Pausing, he swatted one cheek, her startled gasp and the red imprint against the creamy flesh enough to satisfy his annoyance with the way she kept bottled up. Hadn’t he done the same thing only to regret holding his brothers’ at arm’s length for so long? The fewer disappointments she harbored going forward, the better.
“Why did you do that?” She turned to gaze at him with confusion instead of accusation.
“For keeping this”—he touched the bruise—“from me.” Her pussy clenched as he withdrew slowly, her eyes going dark before she swung around with a low groan.
“Slade.”
The entreaty propelled him forward again, and latching onto her hip, he held her still for his steady assault into her creamy depths. Pumping with vigorous intent, he wished they didn’t have to rush, enjoying the snug fit of their bodies, her soft cries, and straining body even more this time around. Not surprised, he worked her into a state of desperate need within moments, her hands fisting as she laid her forehead down. He sucked in a deep breath, striving for control when her pussy rippled around his cock, loving her fast response to his jackhammering possession. The desk shifted as he strove to join her in climax, her orgasm aiding his efforts, making it easier to fuck her harder, faster until he erupted with a heavy grunt.
***
THE ORGASM RIPPED INTONicole with sharp tentacles of such pleasure it bordered on pain. Nerve endings flared to life, and her slick muscles clutched around the thick flesh stretching and burning her tight pussy.Why him, why now?she kept asking herself as she struggled to regain an iota of sanity through the mind-numbing, body-encompassing euphoric frenzy consuming her. Once again, the sheer decadence of letting go with Slade, regardless of where or when, left her overwhelmed and floundering to come up with a reasonable explanation. Sex had always been easy, uncomplicated, and nice. Considering he wasn’t the type she usually went for, these rendezvous were anything but.
The cool air wafting across her exposed buttocks wasn’t enough to temper the heat from that spank or prevent the eye-opening, arousing effect from the sting. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, the spasmodic clutches refusing to ease until he quivered inside her with his own release.
He loosened his grip on her cheeks, and an image of finger indents on her buttocks popped in her head. There was no point denying she relished every second of his tight hold or the hot rush from her inability to move. There was something freeing about submitting to his sexual dominance. Her only regret came from missing the feel of his naked body against hers, his damp warm skin stretched over taut, bulging muscles sliding over her.
Until he pulled out of her still-rippling sheath.
Straightening with Slade’s assistance, Nicole found herself wishing they could linger a little longer. Not even the nearby voices filtering in from outside the stable changed that bothersome admission. She’d already betrayed Tony once by her inability to fall in love with him; she couldn’t do so again by wanting anything more from a man this soon other than to appease the basic bodily function of lust.
“Come to dinner with me.”
She reached for his arms as he pulled up her jeans and yanked her against him with a tug on the waist. “I can’t. Thanks though.”I need space and perspective,she thought, her face warming when she realized he hadn’t even removed his hat.
