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“I’d like to see firsthand what you were doing to yourself when you were writing about fucking me.” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as if to suppress a grin, but it failed because she was smiling broadly at him. Something like a dirty challenge in her eyes, which meant he couldn’t back down.

And even if he’d much rather have her hands, her mouth, and definitely her pussy on his cock, his hand would do. So, he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, watching her as she focused on every moment with intense concentration.

He gripped himself at the base and slowly tugged upward. Dinah made an odd breathy kind of noise. “Turnabout is fair play. I’d like a few images of my own.”

She rolled her eyes, but after a few seconds of what seemed like—not embarrassment, exactly, but maybe concern—she gave a little shrug and unzipped the side of her skirt and pushed it down. She looked around the kitchen, and then stepped out of her skirt and her underwear and hoisted herself up onto the counter, spreading her legs so that he could see everything.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, because he couldn’t keep it in. The way she washed over him like some kind of tidal wave that erased everything exceptfeeling.

Her cheeks turned a little pink at that, which was somehow endearing. He really needed to get his shit together.

She nodded toward the erection in his hands. “Keep going.”

So he did as he was told, stroking himself slowly, agonizingly, and watching as she trailed her fingertips up her inner thighs. He stroked himself and watched every light move of her fingers, her index finger slowly pressing to the very center of her. She traced that luscious seam, opening herself up to him so he could see everything she was doing to herself.

He was panting now, stroking faster than was probably wise. But the faster and harder he stroked himself, the deeper and harder she pushed her fingers into her gleaming, delicious pussy.

“Don’t you dare come by your own hand,” she ordered between gasping breaths.

“Right back at you,” he managed. “But we better get in the bedroom to get one of those condoms now if we’re going to accomplish that.”

She nodded and hopped off the counter. They all but sprinted to the bedroom, and he fumbled as quickly as he could to rid himself of his jeans and get the condom on at the same time. She stripped off her shirt and bra and then pulled his shirt off of him once he had the condom on.

“I want you on your back,” she said, pushing him onto the bed.

He grinned at her, letting the shove move him to the mattress. “The one place I don’t mind a bossy woman.”

She slapped him playfully across the shoulder, but took no extra time to guide his cock into her. They both groaned, and he gripped her hips, pushing himself as deep as he could go.

Everything about her was hot and wet and ready, and she didn’t play around. She rode him fast and hard. He thrust upward to meet every movement of her body.

Carter thought he might actually be seeing stars. “Come on, baby, I can’t last much longer.”

She rode him harder, her body practically a blur of movement, her gorgeous breasts moving in time, and everything about her slicked with sweat and need. The lightning-hot flash of pleasure was ricocheting through him so fast, so deep, he released one hand from her hip and managed to work it between them as she continued to slide against him, all frenzied, frantic pace.

He used his finger to push against her, even as he drove into her. She moaned loud and low, thrusting herself against him one last time. He could feel her pussy clench against his cock and he came on a groan of his own.

She collapsed against him, their chests heaving together, their warm bodies slick with sweat.

“Well, Carter, looks like neither of us needed to beg,” she said, still breathing heavily.

Using his real name. He should correct her. He should make sure the line was clear, but he didn’t have the energy, and with her sprawled on top of him, still pulsing around him, he didn’t want to think about other personalities right now.

He just wanted to hold her. Keep her exactly where she was, and he’d worry about that much, much later.

Chapter 10

The next morning when Dinah woke up in Carter’s bed, she didn’t feel quite as weird about it as she had the morning before. Still alittleweird, but she was also coming to grips with the fact that there was something special between them.

Now, reality meant that anything special might still not work out, but she woke up filled with the determination to try to figure all this out.

Why shouldn’t she leave her mark on Gallagher’s, find a way for Carter to save his farmandhelp Gallagher’s,andhave some amazingly hot sex and good, comforting conversation too?

She’d worked hard her whole life, and though it hadn’t all gone perfectly, it had gotten her here. If she put in a little bit more work, a little bit moregrit, she could have everything she wanted.

She had to believe that, because if she didn’t . . . what was there to work so hard for?

She slid out of bed, finding her clothes folded somewhat haphazardly on Carter’s dresser. The room itself was haphazard. None of the furniture matched, and while it wasn’t exactlymessy, it certainly wasn’t neat. It was cluttered, but it suited him.

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