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“Hurry,” she hissed and Rob fought hard not to laugh at her impatience. Never one to dawdle with the deed, he found himself purposely trying to prolong the act. He had every intention of making love to Meg all night and he was in no rush to see this end. His little teacher, however, had a different lesson plan.

Stripping her pants off, he rose to shuck off his own. He started to return to the bed, but Meg stopped him with an outstretched hand.

“Wait.” She sat up in order to see him better. Rob didn’t have a modest bone in his body, but her close scrutiny left him flushing a bit himself.

“My God,” she finally said. “You’re incredible. I mean, holy mother. You’re like Arnold Swartzenegger, Harrison Ford, and that new James Bond guy all rolled into one.”

“What, no Rhett Butler?” He was flattered beyond belief at her praise. Reaching over to her, he pulled her toward the end of the bed. He didn’t give her an opportunity to respond as he took her mouth again with a heated kiss. Gripping her knees lightly, he pulled them apart until he stood between her legs as she lay across the bed. Sitting upon the raised dais, the height of the mattress was nearly perfect for his intentions, her wet opening level with his hips. The scent of her body’s juices and her excited little whimpers nearly drove him out of his mind as he had to physically restrain himself for plunging into her hot depths. So much for taking it slow.

“Rob,” she whispered when he came up for much-needed air. “Condom?” she asked, her cheeks nearly as rosy as her nipples.

“Shit.” He was amazed that he’d nearly forgotten. Reaching down, he grabbed his pants, retrieving the foil package.

“Wait,” she said when he started to put it on. “Let me.” She took the condom from his fingers. The first tentative touch of her fingers on his cock staggered him. His breath caught in his throat and he had to lean forward to hold himself upright with his hands.

“Christ,” he hissed, as he suspected she was teasing him with her firm, slow touches as she unrolled the condom. “Much more of that, Margaret, and that lousy rubber will be useless before I even get inside you.”

Laughing lightly, she finished her task, running her hands appreciatively up his chest, stopping to toy with his own brown nipples. Rising up on her elbows, she teased each one with her tongue, planting soft kisses all over his chest.

“Rob,” she said quietly, as he relished each delicate touch of her mouth. “I need you.” Looking into her lovely eyes, he saw she spoke the truth.

“I wanted to go slow. Savor the moment.”

“We have all weekend to savor the moment. Right now, I need you. Hard and fast, please.”

Shocked by her tantalizing words, he moved to her hot core. All rational thought and years of practiced patience left him as he took her at her word. He entered her in one strong thrust, stopping for only a moment to enjoy how tightly she clutched his cock in her small body and how tightly her arms held his chest to her own.

“Holy mother,” she breathed into his ear and he smiled at what was quickly becoming his favorite of her delightful expressions.

Unwilling and unable to hold back any longer, Rob gave Meg exactly what she asked for as he moved in and out her body. Hard and fast. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if his movements weren’t almost brutal, but Meg’s cries of desire and her fingernails digging into his muscular back urged him on. Never, never had he wanted a woman like he wanted this little special ed. teacher. Rob had slept with movie stars, powerful business women, hell, even a princess. Yet somehow, this tiny woman stirred things inside him he never realized had lain dormant until she awoke them. On and on, he pounded inside her, vaguely registering as she climaxed twice, her pussy muscles clenching him like a vise, her screams of ecstasy driving him on—he was the horse, her voice the whip. When he sensed she was approaching the cliff again, he prepared to jump with her. As their combined orgasms swept through them, only one thought permeated Rob’s mindless bliss. One weekend would never be enough.

Chapter Six

Meg awoke to the sound of a light rain pattering on the window as two thoughts crossed her mind simultaneously. One—she had no idea where she was and two—she wasn’t alone. Glancing to her side, she was greeted by the sight of an enormous muscular back and the sound of soft snoring. The image of light scratches on that gorgeous backside brought back everything--her hellish day of travel, the car accident, drinking at the bar, caviar and Rob as he came into her body ruining her for all other men for the rest of her life.

Squinting her eyes shut, she tried to feel remorse, regret, anything slightly resembling guilt, but nothing came. Nothing but the desire to poke that back next to her until the man rolled over and ruined her some more.

Apparently in tune to her thoughts, Rob turned toward her with an incredibly appealing grin on his face. Smiling as he was, with his hair tousled and his eyes still heavy from sleep, he looked years younger than the man she’d seen emerge from that limousine last night.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He rose up on one elbow and kissed her lightly.

“I was afraid it was all a dream,” she said, shaking her head at her wayward tongue. So much for sophistication and playing it cool.

“God,” he said, looking down at her and running his fingers through her unruly curls. “You are precious.”

Meg narrowed her eyes. “Precious is worse than cute.” Rob laughed.

“Still raining.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Guess the parade will have to be postponed. What would you say to breakfast in bed?”

She smiled. “I would say you better make that a late lunch.” Gesturing at the clock, she was amazed by the fact she’d actually slept in until 3:30. At home, she was an early riser. “It seems like my days and nights got messed up somewhere.”

“Well, that’s probably my fault.” Rob sat up. “Kept you up too late.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “You sure did.”

“You keep looking at me like that and you won’t ever get out of this bed.”

“Well, it is still raining.” She crooked her finger at him. “Not like we could go to the parade or swimming or anything.”

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