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She sighed and took another drink of her daiquiri. “I’m afraid the men I’ve met here tonight don’t quite fit the bill, which is the reason I’m still here alone.”

As sexual tension hung heavy, he slid his gaze over her body. “I think it’s your lucky night.”

“You do?” She glanced around, taking in the men at the pool table. Her body quivered with hope as they settled back on him.

“Yeah, I know a man who fits all those requirements,” he added. The desire reflecting in her gaze became his undoing, shattering what little control he had left.

“Where is he?”

“You’re looking at him, sweetheart.” He grabbed her elbow and hauled her to her feet. When their bodies collided, he said, “Come with me.” Unable to wait another second to fuck her, he packaged her against his side and slipped out the back door, to the owner’s off-limits, private terrace. He was pretty sure his buddy Stan wouldn’t mind them invading his personal space, given the circumstance and all.

Shrouded in darkness, he backed her up and nailed her against the wall, caging her between his body and the brick building. He inhaled her aroused scent as it perfumed the garden. He filled his lungs with her enticing aroma, slid his fingers through her hair and angled her head.

“I’m the man that can give you what you want…and what you need.”

In a sultry, almost breathless voice, she asked, “What about your game of one on one?”

“I’m about to play it.”

With that his lips crashed down on hers, advancing their relationship to the next stage. His hands raced over her body, palming her soft curves. Taylor arched into him, urging him on.

He fingered the silky material of her dress before he hauled it up and slipped his hand between her legs. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He brushed his finger over her sleek sex and growled out loud. “Mmmm, smooth. My favorite.”

She bucked against his hand. “I guess it’s a good thing you shaved me clean then,” she murmured, her words reminding him of their sexy encounter in his bathroom, and that she had the prettiest pussy he’d ever set eyes on. “Because I want you to go wild on me.”

Aching to plunge into her heat, his body shook uncontrollably. “You are so fucking hot.”

She began panting, her whole body trembling. “You make me this way.” Her bold, sexy words sent heat charging to his cock.

“Is that right?” he asked, pleased as hell at her admission.

“Yeah, that’s right. I want you, Christian.”

His nostrils flared, and he crooned into her ear, “What exactly is it you want from me?”

She raced her fingers through his hair. “I want you to fuck me.”

Jesus.

Needing to do just that, Christian grabbed her hips, spun her around and tucked her backside against his groin. He captured her wrists and pressed her palms to the brick wall, loving the way she wanted him. “Keep your hands there, babe.” Positioning his mouth close to her ear he whispered, “And spread you legs for me.”

After she obliged, he gathered the hem of her dress and pulled it up, exposing her lush ass. He whacked her. Hard. “That’s for teasing the shit out of me earlier,” he growled into her ear.

“Oh God, yes.” She moved restlessly against him.

He whacked her again, leaving a bright red mark. “And that’s because you like it.”

Hands braced against the wall exactly like she was told, she tipped her ass up, offering herself up to him so nicely.

Fuck…

Christian moaned, slid his hand over her curves and pushed a finger inside her damp sex, pleased as hell to find her dripping wet. “Now I see why you needed a man who knew how to handle his hose. You’re on fire, baby.”

She adjusted her body, opening herself up to him. “Do you think you can help me put out the fire?” she asked, her words choppy, impatient.

He pulled his finger from her pussy and slapped her ass. “Oh baby, believe me, I’m the only man who can help you with these kind of flames.”

Christian slid to his knees and pressed his mouth to her ass. He brushed his lips over her smooth cheeks and then pulled them open. She whimpered low in her throat.

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