Page 44 of Play Book

“That deep enough for you, baby?” he murmurs. “Does it hurt yet?”

A little more dirty talk and that’s all she wrote.

“Canyon! Fuck-fuck-fuck!” I throw back my head and dig my nails into his chest as I wail and shudder and bounce.

“That’s what I like to see.” His hands skim my lower back, the curve of my ass, the outsides of my thighs, stroking softly as I come back to earth.

“What do you do to me?” I demand, collapsing on him.

How many times has he gotten me off in the last twelve hours or so? Four? Five? I’ve lost count.

“Nothing like making a lady scream your name,” he says, wrapping his arms around me.

I can still feel little shockwaves of pleasure as his cock continues to pulse inside me, and it’s glorious.

I’m going to fall hard and fast for this guy, I know it in my soul, but I don’t care.

“What time do you have to be at work?” he asks after a while.

I haven’t moved and have no intention of doing so any time soon.

“Eh. I’ll get there when I get there.”

“You have time for me to take you to breakfast?”

I probably don’t, but I’ll go anyway.

Because it’s Canyon.

Because I want to draw this out and enjoy whatever time we have together.

“I can make time,” I say, slowly shifting away from him. “But first, shower.”

“I can make you come in the shower too,” he teases, slapping my ass.

“I’ll bet you can.”

“That’s not a bet you want to make,” he says, pinching one of my nipples.

And I’m wet again.

What the hell.

Shower sex is awesome.

We have breakfast at a little diner not far from my house, and he slides in beside me in the booth, instead of sitting across from me. I enjoy the feel of his strong, muscular thighs against the side of my leg, the way he casually slips an arm over my shoulders. When he leans back and extends his long legs in front of him, my libido goes into overdrive. Again. All I have to do is look at him, and I’m ready to crawl all over him.

This can’t be normal.

Can it?

“Too bad you have to work today,” he says, sipping his coffee. “We could take a drive down to the PCH.”

“I have so much to do,” I admit, even though a drive along the Pacific Coast Highway is one of my favorite things. There’s a beautiful view, with the ocean on one side and mountains on the other. It’s also incredibly romantic.

“I don’t get many days off,” he cajoles. “This is a limited-time opportunity.”

I chuckle. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Marks.”

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