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Also, she really liked looking at him now that he was naked. The taut swells of his pecs, the ridges of his abs, the V shape of the muscles that framed his cock. His cock itself, a darker shade than the rest of his skin, thick and ruddy and long enough to kiss his navel. It made her mouth water, especially when he dug in the drawer of his nightstand and liberated a condom, then rolled it down over himself slowly—and with supreme confidence.

“I want to watch you jerk off sometime,” she surprised herself by saying. “But not now. Right now I just want you to get that thing over here.”

He laughed. And did, setting a hand to each side of her head in a distinctly predatory way. He settled himself between her thighs, lowering his hips to hers, easing his length along her seam so the slickness there spread all over her and coated him. She moaned. He found her clit with his cock head and rubbed lightly, in circles. She was so primed that he had her gasping again in seconds, and as soon as he did, he slid himself home, slowly but forcefully, filling her with one stroke.

“Nowyou can come,” he said. All at once, she was overwhelmed: his words; the intense sense of fullness; the bright, silvery stretch; the roll of his hips, which brought pressure down hard on her swollen clit; and the expression on his face—God! the expression on his face. Like the way he looked when he’d tasted the biscuit. Or the cookie. But times a thousand. Like he didn’t know what to do with all that pleasure, like it was too much for him. And she wanted to take him with her.

“Trey,” she whispered. “Is it good?”

His eyes met hers.

“How does it feel? Being inside me? Because it feels really fucking good to me. You’re big. You’re stretching me. You’re filling me. But I bet it feels really good to you, too. Am I tight? Can you feel me squeezing you? Can you feel how wet I am?”

She couldn’t take her eyes off his face, the pleasure-fierce-as-pain expression, and she saw the exact moment when he broke, his eyes dropping closed, his jaw locking tight and the tendons straining in his neck and all the way down the length of his fine, beautiful body, as he came, throbbing inside her and groaning her name.God.Her orgasm rolled over her, making her cry out in shock and triumph.

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“Fuck, Auburn,” he said a few minutes later, when he could talk. “That was—”

But he shouldn’t be surprised. He’d known it would be like this.

“—so fucking good.”

“Mmm,” she murmured, against his shoulder. “It was.”

With effort, he withdrew from the sweet heat of her, clutching the condom carefully, and took it into the bathroom to dispose of it. When he came back she was sprawled out on the sheets, flushed and beautiful. Her curls were spilled all over the pillows, and he realized that he’d imagined them that way the first time he’d seen her. He’d imaginedherlike this. Full and lush and generous and relaxed and unself-conscious. She hadn’t even made an effort to cover herself up. He ran a hand up her leg from below her knee to where her wetness coated her thigh, and she shivered and smiled at him.

He’d had eight? nine?—yes, nine—sexual encounters since Karina had left a year ago. All impersonal, casual. He ticked them off in his mind—he could name the cities he’d traveled to, the bars where the pickups had taken place. He could name the women, even, he was pleased to note.

He hadn’t wanted any of them a second time. Not even close.

He wanted Auburn again. Now.

Now and later tonight and in the middle of the night, tomorrow morning—

He made himself stop, because there was only tonight. And if they couldn’t save Beachcrest, if they couldn’t save Home Base …

He couldn’t imagine what losing the inn would mean to Auburn or what losing his company would mean to him.

And the scenario in which they both won felt so flimsy and unlikely.

Not to mention that she lived in a permanent vacation on the Oregon coast, and he lived in a workaholic haze in Silicon Valley.

So he wouldn’t let himself think about anything except the present moment. Not when she was stretched out beside him, so curvy and relaxed and beautiful. When she’d just saidyesin every possible way to everything he’d asked her for.

He could think of a few more things he wanted her to say yes to. Her moving lazily on top of him. Or clutching the headboard as he took her from behind.

“Are youhardagain?”

“No.” He grinned at her and put his hand on his—hardening—cock. “Maybe. Um, yes.”

She lay back down, her eyes on his fist. Then his face. Then his fist.

“You like watching this?” he asked. He sure as fuck liked doing it, although his hand was neither as hot nor as tight as she’d been a few moments ago. But hereallyliked the look on her face as she watched. Her pupils had crowded out the blue of her irises, and her teeth worried her lower lip.

“Hell yes.”

He stopped, and was gratified by the look of disappointment and hunger that crossed her face. A good deal was always made from a position of power. “I want to watch you first.”

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