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She whimpered, her body aching with need. “Please,” she begged. “Killian, I need it.Please.”

“That’s more like it,” he said. And then he thrust into her, hard and fast.

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Celine cried out, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He was thick and long, filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him.

He began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm. She could feel the tension building inside her, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. He leaned down, his mouth finding her nipple, and began to suck, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh.

She moaned, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel his fingers digging into her hips, his grip bruising her skin. She didn’t care. She wanted more. She wanted him to take her harder, faster.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled, his voice filled with lust.

“Harder,” she gasped. “I want you, so much. Take me over, please.”

He began to take her harder, slamming into her. She could feel herself climbing higher and higher, her orgasm building with every thrust. She could hear his crude words, his dirty talk, and it only served to heighten her arousal.

She moaned, her body trembling with need. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, her orgasm just out of reach. And then, with one final thrust, she was there. She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her hard.

He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. She collapsed, her body spent, as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.

They lay there for a moment, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat. And then he turned to her, a grin on his face.

“If that kills me, I’ll die happy,” he said. “It’s amazing with you, Celine.”

“It’s wonderful, Killian. I’ve never had better sex.”

As she looked into his eyes, she knew that she was falling in love with him in such a short time. He reached for her hand and kissed the palm.

“I need a shower,” he said.

“I do too.”

He sat up. “Then let’s do that, then we’ll go tobed… to sleep. We have to get up early.”

Celine laughed. “Okay.”

Killian got off the bed, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet, then they entered the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

Chapter Six

Killian slid his sunglasses over his eyes before reversing the truck out of the driveway. He grinned at Celine, then drove down the road.

“I’m glad we brought coffee. My ass is dragging,” Celine said with a yawn.

“And whose fault is that? I thought we agreed on getting some sleep after our shower last night.” He chuckled as she laughed.

“Well, you’re just too irresistible, Agent Doyle.”

He shook his head, still smiling. “Looks like I’ve created a monster.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.” She grinned back.

As they drove, the sun began to rise, painting the sky in hues of pink, red, orange and yellow. Celine retrieved her sunglasses from her purse and put them on before taking a sip of coffee.

“How long will this trip take?”

“Getting bored already?” Killian teased.

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