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“Mmm.” No surprise there. Whenever Gemma had shown up for sex over the years, she’d been hot and heavy and ready to go. And usually, he was a man starved, too insane with lust to do anything but fuck her against the wall or rip off her panties and do it over the couch. “Not this time.”

She made a sound of protest, but he brought his hand to the mound between her legs. Closing his palm over her sex, he let out a growl. God, he wanted her as bad as she wanted to come, but there was no way he was enrolling in another closet quickie.

“Dallas, please.” Her voice broke.

He dragged his fingers over her wet folds and her shoulders trembled. He brought two fingers to her opening and pushed them inside. She gasped. Wetness coated his fingers, and the walls of her pussy clenched around his digits, reminding him just how damn tight she was.

He lifted his gaze to watch her face. Her head tilted back, giving him a view of the long column of her neck, her full lips open on a moan, and her eyelashes kissing her cheeks. Christ.

Her fingers stayed looped around his neck as her panting grew heavier. “Oh, god. Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.” His mouth went dry with need.

Her tissue pulsed around his fingers and her wetness became thicker.

“Dallas,” she wheezed. “Oh, my god.”

He continued a steady rhythm, and her hips bucked to match his penetration. She cried out again, and her body shook on a violent orgasm. He brought his lips to hers, unable to avoid the temptation of tasting her again.

She held his neck steady and bit down on his bottom lip as the waves of her orgasm ceased.

The metallic taste of blood touched his tongue and, without missing a beat, he pulled his hands away from her sex and shucked his pants. He settled between her parted thighs and plunged deep inside her into pure nirvana.

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Gemma clung to Dallas as he filled her, his grith spreading her heat and stretching her. A torrent of pleasure seized her limbs, locking her around his body. Her legs still trembled from her last orgasm, but a second one was already building.

She closed her eyes as Dallas’s scent surrounded her. Warm, familiar, masculine, and oh so intoxicating. The heady cedar was like a balm on her bruised nerves.

His weight rocked against her, and his shaft struck her clit with each motion. Her walls tightened as every cell in her body vibrated with pleasure. Ecstasy pervaded her veins and she pumped her hips again, driving him deeper.

Dallas let out a curse as his biceps locked around her shoulders. He buried his face against her throat, and his breath scalded her skin. He slipped his tongue over her neck, and the sensation curled her toes and sent her spiraling into another orgasm.

Her folds contracted, squeezing every inch of him as her release spun colors behind her closed lids. Dallas’s thrusts became more feverish. He pumped inside her in one long stroke after another.

“Christ, Gemma.” He jerked, and every muscle in his body coiled.

His rhythm slowed and he nuzzled her neck. Then his lips found hers, and he kissed and sucked on her lazy, sated mouth.

Her body zinged in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Oh shit.

No, no, no. She wasn’t making love. Just having sex. The reliable, knock-your-socks-off, fucked-sideways, heart-stopping sex that Dallas guaranteed. That’s why she ensured he was the only man who delivered her orgasms. Once a year.

That’s so messed up.

Dallas pulled away carefully and reached for the box of tissues that Gemma had taken out of the trunk earlier. He passed her some and cleaned himself.

They hadn’t even used a condom. Pregnancy was one thing she didn’t want to risk at this time. Especially with Dallas. That was a surefire way to kill their hot sex.

“We should be more careful,” she said softly.

He massaged his forehead and grimaced. “I . . . uh. Shit. I’m sorry.”

He balled up the tissue and took hers from her hand then tossed them in the garbage bag near the bed. He pulled on his briefs and then his pants, all his glorious man-muscles flexing and on display. He handed over her clothes then finished dressing.

“Don’t be silly. It’s my responsibility too.” She pulled on the shirt he’d given her then scooted into her underwear and pants and got under the blankets.

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