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“You’re so fucking tight, babe,” he murmured. “I’ll never last.”

Without warning, she removed one hand from the wall and slipped it between her legs to stroke herself. When she cried out in ecstasy, Christian nearly erupted on the spot. He stood there watching her, trying to remember how to breathe.

“Please, Christian. Ride me. I want to feel you come inside me.” There was a note of desperation in her voice.

The air around them grew heady with the scent of their lovemaking. Christian heard a zipper and then a rustling sound in the garden. Taylor’s body trembled in response. “Do you think he’s rubbing his cock as he watches me feed you my dick, baby?” he asked, fueling her fetish.

She nodded and angled her head to peer into the darkness. “I hope so,” she announced boldly. Christian followed the movement of her head. He surveyed the backyard, but could only make out the silhouette of a man in the shadows.

“I bet he’d love to get a hold of your sexy body.” His tone was low and husky. “I bet he’d love to taste your sweet cream.” With trembling hands, he ran his fingers over the lush curve of her ass, reveling in her silky softness.

He heard her swallow and suspected another orgasm was approaching. Determined to give her exactly what she wanted, he began pumping into her ass, slow and steady. Jesus, she felt so fucking good between his legs. Dizzy with need, he darted a quick glance into the garden and grinned at whoever was watching.

When Taylor squeezed her ass muscles all thoughts of the voyeur in the garden disappeared. He closed his eyes and focused on the need prowling through him. Taylor began slamming into him, hard and fast. As his orgasm approached, he clenched his jaw, tightened the hold he had on her and threw his head back.

“That’s it, Christian.” Impatience laced her voice. “Come inside me.”

A powerful climax tore through him when her ass squeezed his cock. Groaning, he gave himself over to his orgasm, his pulsing cock dousing the raging flames inside her.

“Oh, fuck.” Stilling his movements, he concentrated on the erotic points of pleasure.

He remained inside her for a long time, until his cock grew flaccid. After he slipped from her sweet puckered opening, he discarded the condom and turned her around to face him. He adjusted her dress and gathered her into his arms. Breathing labored, he murmured into her ear, “Baby, you’re fucking incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She raced her hands through his mussed hair. “That was one hell of a game of one on one, Christian.” She paused and angled her head to peruse him. Voice teasing, she asked, “It’s Christian, right?”

Christian threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Yeah, baby, it’s Christian. The guy you picked up to help tamp down the flames.” He didn’t bother to tell her that there was no way she was getting out that door with anyone but him. He slipped his hand back under her dress and stroked her pussy, soothing her swollen labia.

Sighing in delight, she snaked her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body against his, relaxing into him. Her lips found his for a long, luxurious kiss. She inched back and breathed into his mouth. “When you said you were the man for the job, you weren’t kidding.”

The garden door opened and closed, gaining their attention. Alone once again, Taylor grinned. “I guess I should be going.”

He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Going? Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You’re coming home with me.”

Something in her expression changed; emotions passed over her eyes. “I don’t really want to watch a movie and eat ice cream.”

He chuckled. “Neither do I, because I’m far from done with you, sweetheart. First I’m going to take a hot shower with you where I’m going to soap every inch of your body, then I want you in my bed with your legs spread wide open because I plan on making love to you all night long. There are so many things we haven’t done yet, so many things I’ve been dying to do to you.”

5

Less than a half an hour later, Christian pulled into his driveway and led her into his apartment. His hand captured hers and squeezed gently. That small gesture did the weirdest things to her insides. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes for a brief moment as an invisible band tightened around her heart.

Oh boy!

Gorgeous blue eyes locked on hers, and she began to question her intelligence, sensing she’d gotten herself in way over her head. Her skin prickled in warning. Her mind raced as her pulse pounded in her neck. Maybe she should have just kept this relationship platonic, because the way he’d pleasured her earlier, tapping into her fetishes to make it good for her, combined with the way he was touching her now, played havoc with her emotions. Cripes, she really had no idea how hard she’d fallen for him.

He must have sensed the shift in her. He stilled and hauled her in tighter; his gaze scanned her face. “Are you okay?” The soft cadence of her voice really got to her and the need in his eyes touched her soul.

Her glance roamed over his face in return, visually caressing him. She bit back a breathy moan as desire to have him now, tomorrow and forever slammed into her. Oh God, she wanted him so much it scared her. Jesus, what the hell had she gone and done? She pushed those thoughts to the far corner of her mind, determined to make every moment with Christian count. She conjured a smile. “Perfect,” she murmured, striving for normalcy.

He smiled and the gleam in his eyes held all sorts of promise. “Good.” He slipped his arm around her waist and ushered her down the hall. Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the hot spray and glanced at her. His eyes softened and filled with pure adoration as they perused her face. He let out a slow breath. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.”

Their mouths met for a soul-searching kiss. As his lips teased hers open, warmth spread over her skin. Their tongues joined and tangled, both taking and giving in tandem. His hands roamed her body, introducing himself to her slowly this time, as he gently removed her clothes. Emotions and sensations ripped through her.

“God, I want you so much,” he whispered into her mouth and feathered the back of his fingers over her cheek.

His words played some mysterious alchemy with her senses and she shivered under his touch. She worked to find her voice. “I want you too, Christian.”

Her admission brought a smile to his face. With that he tore off his own clothes and pulled her into the shower. The hot water felt glorious against her naked body, but not nearly as glorious as his calloused hands felt.

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