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“Oh, so good,” she breathed.

He couldn’t have spoken for any reason. His hipspumped like a piston, and he knew it was too soon, but he felt herlet go, so he did, too, cresting the hill and free-falling intoexquisite ecstasy.

Christian wasn’t sure how long it went on, but itseemed like forever and simultaneously not long enough. He wantedto revel in feeling connected to her in the most intimate waypossible. She was hot and snug, and she cradled his body.

“What just happened?” she gasped, her chest risingand falling.

“Perfection,” he answered.

Every molecule in Christian’s body wanted to staywhere he was, but he needed to discard the used condom. With greatreluctance, he pulled out of her and got to his feet. The trip tothe bathroom was quick, and he was back, sliding in behind her andgathering her close.

“Christian, wait.” She touched his arm. “Whathappened?”

“Burn marks from the taser.”

Aja Blue’s eyes started to well, so he quickly kissedher, not wanting her to be sad after the most explosive night ofhis life. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt, and the marks will fade.”

“No pain?”

He shook his head. “No pain, honey.”

She rolled over and cuddled against him. “Never feltanything like that,” she murmured as she nestled her heart-shapedbehind against him, causing him to rise to the occasion. He thoughtshe’d drained him, but apparently not.

Time for round two.

Chapter Twelve

After an active night where theymade love three more times, Christian woke early to work out. Afterthe marathon bed antics, he didn’t need the cardio, so he pumpediron until his muscles screamed and sweat coated his body.

Aja Blue was still curled up snuggly in bed when hechecked on her. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back in besideher. Instead, he headed to the bath attached to his room. Theshower was quick, and he followed it with a shave, which wasn’teasy with a scraped cheek and bruised chin. He brushed his teethand ran a comb through his hair. When he finished, he opened thedoor and stopped short. Aja Blue stood before him in all her nakedglory.

“Have mercy,” he breathed. There was no way he couldresist her.

She marched forward, and his feet rooted to the spot.When she ran her hands over his chest, he knew he was powerless toresist.

Shower sex had never been better. Aja Blue was limberand creative, and his every fantasy come to life. When theyfinished, she retreated to her room to change while he tried tofigure out what had happened.

Christian’s entire world had tilted on its axis. Sexwas always good, even when it was bad. Never had it made himreevaluate his whole life. How would he go back to a world withoutAja Blue in it?

He already liked her, and they shared many commoninterests. Knowing they were more than compatible in bed shouldn’tbe a game changer, but he couldn’t imagine wanting another womanever.

His parents would love her. He wasn’t sure where thatthought originated, but it was true. They had moved to Florida, sohe didn’t get to see them often, but he couldn’t wait to take AjaBlue to meet them. He shook his head. Talk about getting ahead ofyourself. One evening of spectacular sex, and he’d turned into aromantic.

Christian had just pulled on his shirt when his phonebeeped with a text, reminding him that his coworkers were on theway. He checked the message to see that Presley and Kayne hadarrived. As much as he’d enjoyed the last few hours, they couldn’trepeat it now that they had company.

He rapped on her door. “My coworkers are here.”

“I’ll be out in a second.”

Christian jogged down the steps and opened the door.He met Kayne and Presley at their vehicle.

“Hey, Christian,” Kayne greeted. “You go a couple ofrounds with a prizefighter?”

“Haha,” he deadpanned.

“We brought the items you requested.” Presley handedhim a box.

“Thanks. Let’s go inside, and I’ll fill you in on allthat’s happened.”

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