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Just the tip at first, but then her hips angle up, and she takes more of me, signaling she wants me to move.

Nothing has ever felt this good.

I’m not sure if it’s the location or the craziness of the moment, but I can’t get enough of her.

I slide in deeper until I’m fully engulfed in her heat.

“Fucking perfect.” I groan.

“Move,” she orders, and I laugh. “I need more.” She groans.

I give her what she wants, driving my cock into her. My hips rock, and I start to fuck her in earnest. She meets me thrust for thrust, perfectly in sync with every move I make.

She’s close, and I’m just as close.

Her eyes close on a moan, and I watch her closely. Her mouth is agape, and her chest heaves. I lift her shirt and bra, baring one perfect breast to me.

I wish I could take my time with her and devour every inch of this woman. But I can’t. We’re in the middle of a vineyard where anyone could come across us, even at this time of night.

“Harder,” she begs.

As I stare down at her, I can’t help but feel connected to her. A sense of familiarity washes over me. Opposites may attract, but like calls to like. I can see the same brokenness. The same rebellion I feel some days written all over her.

“Please,” she says, and it helps to bring me back to the moment.

Reaching between us, I rub her clit furiously until her body quakes beneath me, and she’s falling over the edge.

Electricity runs through my body at the feeling of her pussy clamping down on my dick. The look on her face as her orgasm crashes over her is a thing of fucking beauty.

“Fuck,” I groan as I fall over the edge with her.

7

JOSIE

The soundof my phone blaring in the distance has me peeking my head out from under the blanket draped over my face.

Ouch.

How much did I drink last night?

Too much, that’s what.

I regret turning the phone back on when I got to my room early this morning.

A smile spreads across my face.

Even though my head pounds, I don’t regret it. Not one minute of it.

That man was delicious and exactly what I needed. Now, I have to face the music of my choices, but at least I’ll have a wonderful memory to get me through the grueling days ahead.

Again, the loud and obnoxious ring from my phone goes off. Whoever is calling will not take no for an answer. That means it’sone person . . . the one person I am not in the mood to speak to right now.

I’m not ready to deal with her. Not when it feels like I just closed my eyes.

On the fourth ring, I push the blanket off my body and grab my phone.

Yep, it’s her, and as much as I don’t want to answer the call, I’m very well aware that if I don’t, she won’t stop annoying me.

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