Page 36 of Sinful Negotiations

“I’d be most appreciative, sir.”

“Oh, I like when you call me sir, and this ass.”

“I aim to please.” The quick rip of a condom package caught her attention, followed by his cock pressing against her ass, dipping lower, and sliding through the folds of her pussy.

“Already wet for me.”

She had barely moaned when he thrust into her sheath and fucked her fast and hard. His hands held her hips, pulling her ass against his groin with each powerful stroke. In this position, she couldn’t do anything but enjoy the way he dominated her, filled her, and claimed her. There was no other way to describe it.

When her core spasmed along his length, he bent over her back. “Come for me, Tessa. I want you to soak my dick.”

And she did, crying out from the pleasure and intensity. At the same moment, Aidan’s fingers dug into her hips, and he let out a feral growl to rival the animals inhabiting the woods.

Trembling from the force of their shared orgasms, several minutes passed before they redressed, caught their breath, and continued toward their destination as if the encounter never happened.

Chapter 31

“Oh my God.”

Aidan crouched at his tacklebox, but Tessa lifted her arms over her head and turned in a circle. “Look at this place!”

Her enthusiasm and excitement were infectious absorbing the gorgeous view, but he only had eyes for her. What a beautiful woman? How did he ever get so lucky? Those were the questions he asked himself repeatedly. Her hair was a mess, her clothes rumpled, and there was a leaf stuck to her ass, but damn.

“This dock is breathtaking and that water. Can we swim?”

“Not while fishing, and not without a lifejacket.”

“Lifejacket? Can’t you swim?”

“I swim just fine, but Lake Cumberland is over nine hundred feet deep in places, and close to two hundred feet deep in others.” He twirled a lure in his fingers, staring at the lake. It was a gorgeous morning. Sunlight danced over the calm water, and the surrounding land was lush and green with foliage draping from the banks. “We don’t have swimsuits anyway.”

“Skinny dipping?”

“I can think of nothing better, but there’s quite a few boaters here. Next time? And with bathing suits.”

“Will there be a next time?”

“As long as you don’t spook and run.”

“I won’t run, maybe skip, but never run.”

Aidan chuckled when she crouched on the other side of his tacklebox, rummaging in his lures. “I used to go fishing at our pond. Where are the worms?”

One eyebrow arched at the information. “Tomboy?”

Tessa dropped on her bottom. “It used to drive my aunt crazy. She always wanted to see me in frilly dresses, but I cut my designer jeans off, wore oversized t-shirts, and loved to get dirty.”

Aidan grinned at the fishing lure dangling on the line. “You continue to surprise me.”

She toyed with her shoestring but glanced at the water. “I was an ugly duckling too. Everything a girl is supposed to develop arrived a couple years after my friends. My aunt thought she’d have to buy them. I was quite awkward.”

The pole dropped to his lap. “No.”

Tessa slapped her hands against her knees. “Yes. I even chopped my hair off in the bathroom. My aunt almost had a stroke. I passed for a boy an entire year.”

“I don’t believe it for a second. You’re the sexiest woman I know.”

“If you ever visit my aunt and uncle’s house, you’ll see for yourself. They refuse to remove the photographs.”

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