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Lainie’s eyes smoldered with an intensity that would’ve hardened his cock if it weren’t already as rigid as a steel beam.

He couldn’t fucking wait to plow into her. Sate the hard edge of his lust within her softness.

She kept staring at him. Her chest rose and fell with every jagged breath. “Let me down. Right now. Let me touch you. I’m dying to put my hands all over you—”

Hank stood and kicked the chair out of his way. He plucked her off the buffet so fast the candlesticks tipped over and clanked into the tea set. But he didn’t give a damn if the things shattered;

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he couldn’t see beyond the red haze of
want need want need
looping in his brain.

Her legs circled his hips and she was kissing his neck frantically. Hot, wet, hard love bites that sent chills skittering down his spine.

He debated laying her across the dining room table as he nailed her from behind, but he wanted those abundant curves wrapped around him. “Hold on.” He sat on the dining room chair. “Hook your feet into the bottom rungs.”

She kept her hands on his shoulders and her knees wide. He aimed his cock, sliding the head through her wet folds before thrusting up and seating himself completely.

Fuck, that was good. He suppressed the urge to ram into her until those gripping cunt muscles clamped down and sucked every ounce of seed from his balls. His body craved that rush. The completion of mating. Hank had to rein the impulse in sharply or it’d be over before it began.

Give her control.

He kissed the graceful sweep of her collarbone. “Fuck me, Lainie. Fast. Slow. Easy. Hard. Dirty. Sweet. I don’t care. You’re on top. You’re in charge.”

Her supple lips and moist breath tortured his ear. Tingles raced from his nape straight down to his sac. “I wonder . . . can you stay still while I’m riding you?”

Cheeky damn woman, turning the tables on him. “Whatever you want.”

“Mmm.” Her teeth nipped his earlobe. That sassy tongue soothed the sting. “Will you really let me fuck you my way? Or were those just the pretty words of a man desperate to get off?”

“I am desperate, but I believe in offering equal opportunities.”

“Meaning, if I fuck you my way now, next go- around it’s back to Hank’s choice?”

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He flashed her a wolflike grin. “Yep.”

Lainie fisted a hand in his hair and jerked his head back to peer into his eyes. “Deal.” She fused her lips to his, devouring his mouth in a fierce kiss.

Oh, sweet darlin’, you just jumped headfirst into a devil’s bargain.

She tormented him. Dragging out the withdrawal of his engorged cock. Letting the sweet spot below the cock head rub on the entrance to her pussy. Hank groaned every time. Wanting constant friction, wanting it faster. Being denied. She’d change the angle of entry and quickly plunge his shaft to the root. Bounce on his pole faster and faster . . . only to slow down and contract her interior muscles in a slick, intimate kiss when his cock was buried deep.

Lainie the temptress pleased herself by grinding her clit against him. Forcing the smattering of hair on his chest to abrade her beaded nipples. Burning his ear with her throaty sighs and sexy female grunts.

It was fucking torture. His body was coated with sweat. Slippery thighs, slick chest, drenched back. Hell, even his feet were sweating. He licked his upper lip and tasted salt. And Lainie. God, he loved the taste of her on his lips. In his mouth. Pouring down his throat.

Her command, “Suck my nipples,” nearly set him off.

As he tongued one tip, he murmured, “Lainie. Darlin’. You’re killin’ me.”

“Mmm- hmm. And it’s so darn fun.”

He groaned. He needed to come so badly his teeth ached.

She licked the whorl of his ear and murmured, “What will get you there, cowboy?”

“Ride me faster.”

“Help me. Show me.”

Hank’s hands slid around her rib cage to grab two handfuls of

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her ass. He lifted her up, never completely dislodging his cock, and pulled her body back down. One, two, three times in rapid succession. “Like that. Just like that.”

The chair squeaked with her every bounce. The sound of skin slapping skin as her thighs connected with his reverberated in the air and through his body. His mind drifted into a hazy, urgent state, where nothing mattered but finding release.

“Hank? Oh, God, I’m there—”

He latched onto the section of skin below her ear and sucked.

Immediately Lainie’s cunt spasmed around his cock, drawing him deep.

And it was over. Hank grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as his dick emptied. The last pulses were squeezed out by the contractions of her pussy and they rode out the last of her orgasm together.

Hank’s head dropped back as if too heavy for his neck. He fought the buzzing inside his brain that urged him to sleep.

Whoa. She’d popped his top that time.

A smooch to his chin brought him out of his sexual trance.

“You all right?” She petted his jaw.

“It was so fucking good I zoned out.” Hank slid his hands up her damp back. Was anything sexier than the glow of satisfaction surrounding a well- fucked woman?

No. And he couldn’t wait to put that look on her face again.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You. Me.” Hank pumped his hips. “How I ain’t nearly done with you tonight. The next go- round is my choice, remember?”

He grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back. “How do you feel about ropes?”

“Ropes? As in, you want to tie me up? During sex?”

When she said it in that breathless, hushed tone, his cock twitched inside her.

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Lainie’s eyes enlarged. “The idea of tying me up makes you hard?”

“Completely.” Hank pressed his lips to hers. “But that ain’t really news, Lainie. Even when I’ve just had you, I can’t see beyond the next time I can have you again.”

She let her eyes drift shut and Hank sensed her surrender.

Instead of roaring his masculine satisfaction at her silent submission, he kissed her, keeping it soft and easy. Until she began to demand more. Fast dueling of tongues. The escalated breaths of endless openmouthed kisses. Their heads constantly adjusted to find the best angle to take the kiss deeper yet.

The tight clasp of his dick inside her cunt loosened. Heated.

The aroma of her renewed arousal drifted up from where their bodies were still joined.

Hank’s lips nibbled. Teased. Slid over to her ear. “Lainie.”

“I love your voice. Especially when you whisper in my ear as you fuck me.”

“You like it when I whisper naughty nothings?” he murmured.

“Yes.”

“I have a specific naughty in mind.” He lightly sucked the air from her ear. “I want what no other man has had. I want to grind my cock into that hot little ass of yours.”

Lainie’s body stiffened.

“Me ’n’ Kyle will both be taking our turns in your ass. You had to expect that, getting involved in a threesome.” Hank nuzzled his lips up a fraction of an inch. “One of us has to have the privilege of being first, and I want it to be me.”

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hy you?” she asked breathlessly.

“You want prettied- up words, or the God’s honest truth?”

“Find a way to give me both, Hank.”

He smiled against her cheek, enchanted by her response. “Because I was with you first. Because I was a little vanilla in bed with you. I’ve seen the error of my gentlemanly ways”— he licked the shell of her ear— “and let’s see if you can handle my rougher side.”

She looked at him with clear desire. “I can.”

He needed her to say the words. Out loud. “Tell me what it is you want me to do to you so there’s no misunderstanding.”

“Hank—”

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I want to feel you in my ass. No time for me to think about it or change my mind. I just want you to do it.”

Hank growled. “Bedroom. Now.” He carefully lifted her, holding her up until her feet touched the ground. She flounced off, that perfect ass shaking with her every step. He couldn’t wait to watch his cock disappearing between those soft, round cheeks.

Needing a minute to compose himself, Hank wiped the top of the buffet with a dish towel. Righted the candlesticks and the tea LORELEI JAMES 9

set. Shoved the chair back where it belonged. Satisfied he’d left no sign of their sexcapades, he picked up his clothes. In the bathroom, he ditched the condom, washed his hands, and splashed cold water on his face.

Jesus. His skin was on fire. Hank peered at his reflection in the mirror. Eyes wild. Jaw set. Pulse jumping in his throat. Breath sawing in and out of his lungs. Cock slapping his belly. He’d be goddamn lucky if she didn’t put a halt to this upon seeing him so reckless with need.

Lainie wants this just as much as you do or she would’ve said no.

He must’ve looked calmer than he felt when he entered the bedroom, because Lainie smiled at him from the edge of the mattress.

Her smile slipped when he slammed the door shut and locked it behind him.

Feeling far edgier than his ambling walk suggested, Hank snagged an unopened tube of K- Y and another condom from the top drawer in his dresser. He tossed the whole shooting match beside her and climbed on the bed.

“Umm. What about the ropes?”

“Another time.”

She scrambled backward as he stalked her across the mattress.

“Why?”

Hank got right in her face. “Because I’m impatient as hell. Because it’ll be so much more satisfying that you’re giving me this, rather than me tying you up and just taking it.”

Her kiss- swollen lips formed an O of understanding.

“Get on your hands and knees, Lainie, before I lose my ever-lovin’ mind.”

His eyes feasted on her, noticing the strength in her shoulders.

Her slim torso flaring into the beautiful curve of her hips. The deep dimples above her ass. The sleek line of her shapely thighs flowing into muscular calves and tiny feet.

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“You look as gorgeous from the back as you do from the front.”

She arched her neck and waggled her rear, reminding him of a mare in season.

Hank donned the condom and popped the top on the bottle of lube. “Widen your stance. Good. Angle your hips so I can reach you.” Kissing between her shoulder blades, he traced the crack of her ass and swept one lubed finger over the snug little pucker.

She hissed in a breath.

“Breathe out, baby. Relax.” On her next exhale he wiggled his finger inside to the webbing of his hand.

Christ, that was tight. He moved that finger in and out until she seemed to relax. Then he added more lube when he inserted the second finger.

“Shit. Hank. That hurts.”

He placed a string of soft, wet kisses down her spine. “It’ll get better.”

“For you or for me?” she shot back.

A laugh rumbled out. “Oh. Definitely for me.” He shoved both fingers in knuckle- deep. He put his lips on the back of her neck and breathed, letting the air drift across the dampness.

She shivered.

“If you wanna stop, Lainie, say so now. Because once I get goin’, I ain’t gonna hear anything beyond the pounding of my flesh as I fuck this virgin hole until my balls burst.”

A pause. Then she said, “Don’t stop.”

Hank kissed her nape. “I’ll make it good for you. And if I can’t do that, I’ll at least make it memorable.”

She laughed delicately. “No vanilla?”

“Definitely not. Hard and fast and dirty.” He plunged his fingers in and out, biting back his growl of pleasure at how firmly those untried muscles clamped down. After twisting the digits LORELEI JAMES 9

deep, then scissoring them wide, he decided Lainie was as loose and ready as he could make her.

He wouldn’t last long once he’d buried his dick in that hot, snug passage. He thoroughly slicked up his shaft. Grabbing a pliant butt cheek in each hand, he positioned the head to her hole, watching the muscles tauten, trying to deny him entry.

“Lainie. Don’t tense up. Push out. Breathe out. Lemme in.

That’s it, darlin’.” He popped the plump cock head past the ring of muscle.

“Is it in?” she asked, panting.

“No.” Hank lifted her hips higher so he could watch his cock pushing through her resistance, an inch at a time, until her sphincter was stretched around the base of his cock. “Now I’m in all the way.”

“Fuck. That burns.”

“It’ll get better.” Hank couldn’t tear his eyes away as he pulled out. Completely out. He circled the spasming hole and rammed in.

Lainie started to raise herself up, but Hank centered his palm in the middle of her back and shoved her down until her chest rested against the mattress. “Steady. Relax, okay?”

She nodded and sucked in another breath at his slow withdrawal and harsh plunge.

His brain was stuck on a continual loop of pleasure. In: slick, tight, hot.

Out: Dragging across the sensitive tissues, he felt the squeeze of her muscles tightening.

“Hank?”

“Mmm?”

“Why did you slow down?”

Hank’s balls were tight. His body was sweating, shaking. His brain focused on the basics: the primal need to come and the hot

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release dangling just out of his reach. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not. Give it to me the way you promised. Fast, dirty, and hard. I’m ready.”

With a snarl, he jackhammered into her, lost in that primitive male need. His fingers clutched her ass as his cock reamed her. A line of fire zigzagged from the top of his head down through his spinal cord, zapping his balls into giving up the goods.

He held himself still as he came, locking his knees, his jaw, his ass as her rectum constricted around his spasming dick and he lost himself to the haze of release.

The clouds behind his eyes cleared. The fog in his brain lifted.

He blinked. “Holy fuckin’ shit. That was . . . Wow.”

Lainie hadn’t said a word. She hadn’t moved at all.

Like she could with the goddamn death grip you’ve got on her with
your dick embedded in her ass.