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Her head thrashed on the pillow when she felt a stronger vibration in her most private flesh. Sean just stared down at her for a minute while she whimpered and moaned, and the tension in her muscles grew unbearable. When she began to buck her bottom against the vibe and his firm hold with the inch or so of movement that the restraints allowed her, Sean cursed under his breath. He spread his hand over her thigh, his thumb keeping the vibe lodged deep in her ass. The fist of his other hand closed around his glistening cockhead.

Genevieve saw that every muscle in his torso was tight and delineated. He leaned forward slightly, and she cried out in mounting excitement.

“You want this cock in your pussy?” he muttered, glancing up at her with fiery eyes.

“Oooh, yes.” It hadn’t been what she’d thought he was about to say.

She gasped when he flexed his hips and the thick cap of his penis slid into her slit. She’d already been extremely wet from their former lovemaking and sex play. In addition, Sean had lubed his cock well. It surprised her that he still had to apply such a firm pressure to gain entrance to her vagina.

Sean grimaced in pleasure as he thrust several more inches into her, stimulating needy, hungry flesh. “The vibe is making your pussy extra tight,” he muttered between clenched teeth. Genevieve’s eyes widened in understanding, although she was too excited to speak. The vibrator in her ass took up space, thus constricting her vaginal channel. Sean pressed deeper and grunted in pleasure. His eyes flashed up to her face. “Not that you needed any assistance in that department to begin with.”

Genevieve felt too filled to speak—too filled with emotion, not to mention the vibrator and Sean’s cock. Instead of sheathing himself completely in her, he began to fuck her with the first half of his cock. She shut her eyes and focused on the delicious burn.

“Open your eyes, Gen,” he ordered.

When she did, the sight of him between her suspended, restrained legs made her lips shape a plea. He looked magnificent . . . the very image of male sexual beauty, with his tensed, delineated muscles, blazing blue eyes, and teeming, thrusting cock.

“Sean, I can’t take it anymore,” she whispered helplessly. Her burn had increased until she required only the slightest stimulation in order to send her into mindless oblivion. But she couldn’t get any direct pressure on her clit while he fucked her so shallowly. Nor could she get him to rub and stimulate that spot deep in her vagina with the thick rim below his cockhead. Meanwhile, the vibrator’s buzz was creating a nearly unbearable tingling sensation in her ass that was quickly sending her into a sexual frenzy.

“Then tell me what I want to hear.”

She clenched her eyes in frustration. “You know it’s true. Why do you want to torture me, Sean? Torture
us
? What
good
will it do?”

He paused with his cock half buried in her slit. Her muscles squeezed him, instinctively trying to coax him into filling her . . .
overfilling
her. She made a choking sound when instead of fucking her deeply, he withdrew. Her eyelids popped open. Her mouth fell open in silent protest when he removed the vibrator from her ass as well. She watched him as he once again leaned forward. He tightened both extension straps several inches, propping up her bottom so it came almost entirely off the bed.

She’d feel ridiculous with her ass suspended off the mattress like this, nearly doubled over in a yoga pose, if she wasn’t so horny she suspected a whispering breath on her clit would make her climax.

“I’ll tell you what good it’ll do, Genny.” He came closer, draping her feet and lower legs casually over his shoulders. The crinkly hair that sprinkled his powerful thighs brushed against the backs of her legs and ass. He put his hands on the front of her thighs. She stared at him as the length of his cock throbbed next to the damp, sensitive tissues of her external sex. “It’ll mean you
can’t take it back
.” He reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock. He used one hand to spread her buttocks, widening her asshole as well.

She moaned in unbearable excitement when he pushed the tip of his cock to her rectum. He looked up into her face. “I know you, girl. Once you’ve told me you love me, you’ll have crossed the line.”

He held her steady and pressed. Genevieve gasped, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his rigid face and flaming eyes when his cockhead slipped into her ass. “And you’re never going to return,” he finished gruffly.

“Sean,” she whispered when he began to pulse his hips—gentle, but firm. Her face tightened in intense feeling. It hurt a little—Sean’s cock was much thicker than the vibe, not to mention longer. But Genevieve suspected the mild discomfort would fade quickly. She pressed against his cock with what little motion the restraints gave her.

“That’s right. If you press against it, your ass will take my cock better than if I push,” Sean instructed. Genevieve saw that his ridged abdomen glistened with sweat. His muscles bunched tight. She knew if she touched them they would feel as hard as steel. She burned for release, but she could easily imagine how much Sean restrained himself at that moment . . . how much he leashed his desire to fuck her in this deeply intimate way, restricted himself from taking her fast and furious.

Just the thought made a groan score her throat. She pushed more firmly with her hips and cried out as several more inches of turgid cock filled her ass.

“You don’t know how much you’re tempting me.”

She heard the warning in his voice, but the prospect of him losing control and fucking her hard tantalized her. Even the mild pain and discomfort of lodging something so large in her ass couldn’t abate the illicit thrill.

She pushed against him, and he sunk deeper. He groaned gutturally and held her hips steady.

“You really shouldn’t tease a man when his cock is in your ass, Genny.”

She smiled even though her eyes stung with emotion. He was so damn cute, even in the midst of dominating her in bed.

He muttered a curse and withdrew his cock, only to sink back into her.

“Aww, yeah, that’s good,” he muttered thickly. “You’re so tight and hot, girl.”

He began to pulse his hips, gently fucking her ass. Her own body stunned her. How could anal stimulation cause her clit to sizzle with sexual tension?

She turned her cheek into the pillow. Her throat muscles constricted, as though in protest to speech. “Oh,
God
,” she groaned, the words escaping against her will. “I’ve got to come, Sean. I’ve got to.” She cried out, but in mild discomfort mixed with intense arousal when he slid his cock deeper into her snug channel. He paused for a moment, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him before he began to slide his cock in and out, stimulating her with unbearable precision.

Genevieve groaned in profound sexual frustration and pushed again with her ass. A grunt tore out of her throat when his thighs pressed tight to her butt cheeks. He held on to her legs, keeping her securely against his body, as his fully sheathed cock throbbed furiously in her ass.

It took Genevieve a moment to realize the trembling she felt wasn’t just hers. She stared into Sean’s face as both her body and her emotions crested. She couldn’t stand the torment on his face, the pinched look of sexual deprivation.

The idea of depriving him. Period.

“Tell me,” he grated out between a clenched jaw.

“I love you. I always have, Sean.”

His groan seemed to rip through his throat. He began to fuck her with short, powerful strokes. For a moment, it felt like more intense pressure and pleasure than her body could take. But then his thumb found her exposed clit, and Genevieve went off like a keg of dynamite. Her entire body exploded, every nerve firing and popping. She shuddered and jerked, completely at the mercy of electric ecstasy.

Of her desire for one man.

She eventually came back to herself because Sean gave her no choice. At the final moments before he joined her in climax, he held nothing back, fucking her ass every bit as he had her pussy in the past. Restraint no longer pinched his masculine features. Instead, he looked like a man who saw the prize sitting next to the finish line and sprinted with wild exhilaration.

He growled and slammed into her. Genevieve cried out when she felt his cock jerk in her tight channel. A shout rocketed out of his throat. She whimpered, her mouth opened in awe. Her ass must be even more nerve packed than her pussy, because she could actually feel his warm seed filling her.

It was the most amazing sensation . . .

“God,
Genny
.” He shuddered in the throes of bliss.

“Sean,” she replied, her answering cry every bit as filled with need as his had been.

As filled with love.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE

G
enevieve awoke the following morning slowly, her con sciousness rising up through a thick haze of delicious languor. She thought of hers and Sean’s unbridled sexual exploration last night. She recalled how in between rounds, they’d cuddled and murmured softly to each other, asking silly questions and discussing topics only lovers found fascinating—when they’d first realized their feelings for each other, what they liked to do on a lazy Sunday morning, comparing tabs on their likes and dislikes for new restaurants and movies . . . whether or not this year would be the one for the Cubs.

They’d savored each other’s company.

They’d taken a long, sensual shower. At around midnight, they’d eaten in bed, devouring Sean’s muffuletta. They’d worked up such an appetite making love that Genny had declared it the most delicious meal she’d ever eaten.

Perhaps one day soon, she’d regret the fact that she’d told Sean time and again she loved him. She’d told him with her hands once he’d released her from her restraints. She told him with her seeking lips, and broadcast it again and again by trusting him enough to submit to her desire.

He never seemed to tire of hearing it on her tongue.

Maybe it was true what Sean’d said last night, because the more times she acknowledged her love for him, the less likely it seemed that she could ever walk away.

She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to tell him yet again. She turned over in bed.

“Sean?”

She sighed in disappointment when she realized she was alone in the huge bed. She glanced at a clock on the bedside table. Much to her amazement, it was ten minutes after eleven. No wonder Sean was up.

The realization struck her that it was Monday morning—a work day.

In the distance, she heard a car horn beep.

She rose from the mussed bed and peeked around the drapery.

The snow had stopped. Pale sunlight broke through the gray, rapidly moving clouds. She inhaled, doing her best to stave off a rush of sorrow that weighted her chest. There were times over the sensual, entrancing weekend in the penthouse with Sean that she’d wished the storm would go on forever.

Strange, that the sight of sunshine could be so depressing.

She forced herself to shower and dress. While she was in the midst of speaking to her store manager, Marilyn, the residence phone rang. Genevieve figured it was Sean, so she told Marilyn she’d call her back, and they’d decide whether or not they should open the boutique tomorrow.

“Hello?” she asked, breathless at the prospect of hearing Sean’s voice.

“Genevieve? It’s Carol. You survived the storm, then?”

“Hi, Carol. Yeah, we really got dumped on, huh? You didn’t drive into work, did you?”

“Yep. I just got here, though. They opened up the Skyway an hour and a half ago. I was one of the few people on the road, so it wasn’t so bad. It seems like most people are taking the day off.”

“Sean’s lucky to have someone so dedicated.”

“I tell him that all the time. He just went into a meeting, but he asked me to call you and see if you wanted anything. He said he’d come up for a late lunch. That man
will
go on about his cooking, won’t he?”

Genevieve laughed. “If he’s bragging, he’s got good reason to. He made some awesome pasta the other night, and the muffuletta he made was out of this world.” Her cheeks flushed when she realized she was admitting to Carol that she’d spent so much time with Sean.

What if Detective Franklin questioned Carol?

The old dread swept over her full force.

“Sean thought you might get bored waiting, so he asked if you wouldn’t like a couple videos sent over from the place around the corner. They’ll deliver them to the front desk, and I could run them up to you.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary . . .” Genevieve’s voice faded off as she considered. Sean’d trusted her sufficiently not to tie her to the bed again. He clearly put a lot of stock into the fact that she’d finally admitted she loved him last night. Not to mention the hours and hours that had followed where they’d freely shared not just their bodies with each other, but their very souls.

It surprised her to realize he’d been one hundred percent right about her confessing her love for him. Now that it was out there, Genevieve would never . . .
could
never take it back.

But Sean was clearly a little concerned about what she might do if he didn’t keep her occupied and entertained. She felt torn. Part of her knew she had to leave the penthouse and go about the business of getting her life back together, despite what Sean said about some kind of danger, which Genevieve seriously doubted. It wouldn’t be running. Sean could accompany her if he wanted, but she couldn’t just hole up here in the penthouse forever.

But she was also tempted to do
just
that: to put off all those difficult decisions in regard to the fire, her living situation, insurance claims, confronting Jeff . . .

Deciding what she was going to do about Sean.

That made up her mind. It was difficult right now to make any major decisions when it came to Sean.