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“That’s it,” I praise as I begin to ride her, loving the way she wraps her legs tight around me and bucks into my thrusts, giving as good as she gets, as always. “Take what you need. Take your pleasure, take your orgasm, and get ready to take every drop when I come.”
Her response is incoherent, a gasp-moan-whimper of pleasure as I establish a rhythm that has her crying out my name. I capture her wrists with one hand, pinning her beneath me as I squeeze her hip with the other, controlling the angle, the depth, the pace.
I’m in control, physically anyway, even as something deep inside me fractures. The way she abandons herself to me completely, the shameless way she meets my gaze, the need in her beautiful body as she arches to meet mine, take mine—it’s almost too much.
Too real. Too raw.
I try to focus on the physical—the wet grip of her pussy, the bounce of her breasts with each thrust, the way her thighs tremble as she nears the edge—but I can’t escape the feeling that I’m too close.
Too close the fire, to the edge, to something beautiful, but dangerous, that might just destroy me.
She cries out, her face contorting with bliss, and I release her hands, letting her cling to me as her inner walls begin to pulse around my cock. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over my cock, drench me. Fuck, Elaina. Fuck. I can’t, I can’t?—”
I lose the battle against my own orgasm as I bury myself deep, spilling inside her with a groan that comes from the deepest, caveman part of me.
Mine, mine, mine.
The word echoes in my head as I come, pleasure wrenching through me in sweet, wicked waves. The knowledge that wemight have done the thing I set out to do—that we might have made a baby—is way hotter than I expected it to be.
It is, in fact, the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me in bed.
Or…in a lifeguard hut at the edge of the sea.
We come down slow, breathing hard and clinging to each other as reality seeps back in.
I shouldn’t have enjoyed that so much.
I shouldn’t be lingering inside her, kissing her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her pretty mouth, like some faithful servant worshiping at the altar of his goddess.
But hell, sheisa goddess.
I press my forehead to hers and breathe her in, allowing myself this one moment of weakness.
“That was…” She trails off with a ragged breath that feathers against my sweat-slicked neck. “I think we may have a breeding kink.”
“You think?” I ask, my voice rough.
She hums in amusement. “Well, that’s not really a surprise. We’re pretty kinky, in general.” She digs her nails into my bare ass, pulling me even deeper inside her as she whispers, “Are you still going to spank me while we’re trying? Or is that too twisted to mix with ‘potentially creating a precious new life’ for you?”
“I don’t mind twisted.” I pull back to gaze down into her flushed face. “And you’re obviously past due for a spanking.” The giddy grin that spreads across her face is so cute I can’t help but laugh as I add, “You’re a bad girl, Elaina Murphy.”
“And don’t you forget it,” she says with a wink. “Now, we’d better clean up and get back to the others before they realize we’re both missing at the same time. You mind if I go first? I’m suddenly starving. I forgot to eat lunch in all the excitement of the floral deliveries and booze delivery and helping Maya ice her feet so they would de-puff enough to fit into her shoes.”
“Go. Eat. I’ll touch base later.” I rise, pulling my clothes back on slowly, taking the time to admire the sight of Elaina tucking herself back into her overflowing bra.
“It’s a little small,” she says when she catches me watching. “I haven’t bought new lingerie since I found that passionfruit scone recipe and two of them started falling into my mouth on a daily basis.” She rolls her shoulders back. “Good thing I look fantastic carrying a few extra pounds.”
My lips hook up on one side. “You do. Speaking of extra pounds, I added both you and a sixty-pound suitcase to the manifest for the flight tomorrow. My pilot likes to know the weight distribution ahead of time. So, please do keep your luggage sized appropriately. Only bring the necessities. Anything else we can buy in the city. I’ll pick you up behind the café at one p.m. That should give you plenty of time to pack and take care of any last-minute business at the bakery.”
Now dressed, she props a fist on her hip with a shake of her head. “You already put me on the manifest, huh? Before I even said I’d signed the contract? Or let you know I’d found staff to take over?”
I lift a shoulder. “I had a feeling things were going to work out.”
“Yeah?” She puckers her lips. “I have that feeling, too.” Her pucker becomes another mega-watt grin. “And I have a feeling that we’re going to have an amazing time.” She leans in, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “Later, Big, Bad, and Sexy.”
“Later, brat,” I murmur, as she flutters her fingers and hurries down the steps to the sand.
I watch her cross the beach, already counting the minutes until we’re on that plane, and I no longer have to share her with anyone or anything else.