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With her earlier climax, Quinn’s body only needed a few gentle tries before it became fuller than ever before. They moaned in unison, their primal connection powerful in its fruition.

“Jesus, Quinn.” Parker stared down at her in awe, his voice rough with sex. “Holy hell, you feel—”

“—so good,” she finished for him.

He started to move.

Rolling his hips back, he nearly severed their connection completely before rocking forward again. Every time he repeated the delectable motion, Quinn felt another piece of her wall start to fall.

Not because Parker was good in bed, which he was. Not because he’d flown to her rescue, which he had. And it wasn’t because he’d surprised her with a fancy-schmansy in-home day of pampering and designer clothes.

No, those carefully built walls of hers were being chipped away by the man’s protective nature, generous heart, and sweet words. All traits she’d known he possessed before she ever saw his face or felt his touch.

Speaking of touch…

Quinn reached down, filling her hands with his firm ass. Flexing beneath her palms, she held on tight as their bodies rocked together at a pace designed especially for this moment.

Each stroke filled her to the brim as Parker ground his hips against hers. Beneath him, Quinn met him thrust for glorious thrust, and soon the room became filled with the symphony of their lovemaking.

And that’s exactly what it was.

This wasn’t just sex for sex’s sake. The man moving inside her wasn’t simply fucking her because he could. No, this was more than that.

So much more.

Minutes passed unnoticed as they learned and explored with reckless abandon. Blankets and sheets were twisted and pulled, their naked forms becoming a tangled web of limbs as their movements hastened.

Quinn wasn’t sure of the exact moment it happened, but somehow, she found herself on top with Parker smiling up at her from the mattress below. She moved her hips forward, her eyes never leaving his as she began the best ride of her life.

“Oh, yeah.” Parker’s fingers dug into the skin at her hips, his firm grip helping anchor her body to his. “Ah, fuck, Quinn.”

God, she loved hearing him say her name. Herrealname. And the way he was saying it now…

He’s close.

Rotating her hips just slightly, she moved forward and back. Up and down.

Such a perfect match, she couldn’t help but feel as if they’d been made for each other. As if their entire lives had been designed for this exact moment. A quest for the ultimate pleasure.

And for the second time today, that same, exquisite pleasure was beginning to build again.

Well, this is new.

Quinn had read about women having multiple orgasms but had never personally experienced them. Of course, this man was unlike any she’d ever known, so…

She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and gave herself over to him.

Panting hard with his efforts, Parker reached up and found her clit. “So close.” He began rubbing the swollen bud with the pads of his fingers. “Want you there…first.”

“Ah!” Her entire body jolted, her inner muscles squeezing around him.

If asked two minutes prior, she would have said another climax so soon after her first was out of the question. But this man continued to surprise her in every other way, why should sex be any different?

Those fingers moved in fast, tight circles now, her body sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. And before long, her entire lower half trembled and quaked.

“There you go.” His encouraging words were breathless. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let it all go, baby. Just…let…it…go!”

Soft cries of pleasure mixed with deep grunts and guttural moans. Parker’s movements became jerky and uneven as he found his own release in the midst of her own.

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