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Goddamn. I hoped she’d be up for a repeat of this little adventure.

Door number two was my home office. It looked the same as the day the movers had put the new furniture in it. I’d considered working from home some days. But my desk remained undisturbed, as I’d never chosen to spend one day outside Abbie’s orbit if I had the choice.

Aiming my flashlight at the floor a few feet in front of me, I scanned what I could see of the room. Nothing seemed out of place in this room either, making me doubt my bet that she was in here. I rounded the desk and was just about to check underneath when I heard the sharp intake of breath coming from underneath it.

Gotcha, sweetheart.

Turning off my flashlight, I took a couple of steps away from the desk before darting back to pull out the chair and diving below the desktop to grab her ankle. Abbie let out a cross between a shriek and a squeal. I reached for her other ankle and pulled her out from underneath the desk and straddled her hips.

Reaching up, I pinned her arms in place.

Leaning down, I relished the heaving of her chest from the surprise of my movements. Pressing my forehead to hers for a moment, I tried to claw back some control into my body. I was afraid if I moved, I’d fuck her right here on the floor.

Her enticing scent filled my lungs as I ran my nose up her neck to her ear. Neither of us had uttered a single word yet. Pressing my lips to her ear, I whispered, “Caught you.”

“Yeah, but who won the game?” Abbie tossed out cheekily, still slightly breathless from my surprise attack.

“I guess we’re about to find out, sweetheart.”

Hoping I had the wherewithal to walk the fine line between arousal and adrenaline, I stood, pulling her up along with me, and then lifted her over my shoulder. Carrying her into the hall toward my bedroom, fireman-style, I enjoyed her surprised intake of breath at suddenly being upside down.

Entering my bedroom, I tossed her onto the bed and heard the air leave her lungs when her body hit the mattress.

“Stay,” I ordered with lust lacing my voice. One game of chase was enough for the night.

I couldn’t see her with the lights out, and that wouldn’t do. I flipped on my bedside table lamp, the room illuminated with a soft golden light.

I turned back to assess how Abbie was feeling. She lay back on her elbows, watching me carefully.

Moving back to the bed, I used her legs to pull her gently to the bottom. She let herself fall onto her back with the motion.

The amount of trust she was giving me made me lock my knees so that I didn’t just devour her all at once. She was magnificent.

I carefully laid my body over hers and brought my face down until I could focus on her eyes only.

“Abbie, you okay?”

As if my words reminded her to move, she restlessly rubbed her pelvis against mine, bringing her arms up to wrap around my neck. I groaned and pressed my full weight on her lower body to hold her in place.

“I need you to tell me this is what you want.” I could wait if she changed her mind. As mind-blowing as the evening had been already, I wanted nothing more than her complete comfort and ease.

“Yes. I want it.”

“You can change your mind anytime. There is no pressure here.”

“Honestly, I’m good.” Her voice remained steady.

With her permission granted, I ground my hardness into the softness of her body to show her how much I wanted her. Her pupils were wide with lust and excitement.

I crushed my lips to hers and reached one hand behind her head to tangle my fingers in her hair. I moved her head into place so I could fuck her mouth with my tongue. Soon, I was going to taste every inch of her body. All that beautiful skin that had been hidden from my greedy eyes for weeks and weeks.

We’d only had stolen moments in LA. Both of us were in too much sensory overload to be able to appreciate all the facets of our intimacy. I wanted to commit her body to memory.

Her lips were plush, and I bit down lightly on the bottom one and tugged on it. I could kiss her forever, but I couldn’t deny the soul-deep need to have every part of her. To be the one who helped her find out how to lose herself to pleasure.

Moving my hand down to her waist while nipping down her chin and throat, I was quick to remove her cute little shirt and bra, sorely tempted to spend hours torturing her full tits as they were released from their confines. After leaning back on my knees, I wasted no time in getting to work on her ass-hugging jeans. I’d waited too long to have the freedom to rip them off her.

I had thought my need for her was under my control, but I’d been wrong. Nothing short of her own wishes would stop me now. There was a distinct rawness with Abbie that I’d never felt with anyone else.

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