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“Just because I’m country doesn’t mean I’m trash. You’d think a city girl like yourself would know?—”

Before I could finish, Valentina took my hand and guided it inside her jeans, slipping my fingers beneath her panties.

“Shut up and touch me.”

Where the fuck have you been all my life?

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

Dipping a finger between her folds, I circled her stiff bud as she writhed against me, her hips bucking in time with my motions. She bit into my neck as I touched her, until her knees trembled, the only sound coming out of her mouth my name.

“Duke…” she breathed into me, snaking her hands under my shirt, her fingernails digging into my skin.

I pressed another finger inside her, and she came moments later, her whole body tensing around me as waves of pleasure washed over her.

When her breathing steadied, she reached for my jeans, her hands quickly finding the rock-hard bulge behind my zipper.

“Not here,” I said, lifting and carrying her to my bedroom.

When I set her down by the bed, we started ripping at each other’s clothes until everything was off and both of our chests were heaving in anticipation. Valentina’s eyes grew wide at the sight of my cock, all nine inches springing straight up to greet her.

“Think you can handle it?” I took a step toward her, my cock bouncing against my abs.

“You should be asking yourself the same question,” she replied, closing the distance between us and stroking the length of my shaft with one long pull.

I shuddered at her touch, a low groan escaping my lips. She stroked again, and our mouths collided, crashing together even more intensely than before. Valentina was good, but she had no idea what was in store for her.

I walked her backward until her legs hit the bed and pushed her onto her back. Within moments, my tongue was circling her clit, and Valentina took a fistful of my comforter in each hand to brace herself.

“Fuck, darlin’, you taste even better than I imagined,” I growled between laps as her hips bucked against me. Shemoaned in response, her body shaking as I brought her to a second orgasm with my tongue.

When she finally caught her breath, I pulled a rubber out of the drawer in the bedside table, rolling it over my length and aligning my hips with Valentina’s. She spread her legs wide for me, her eyes still hungry, even after the pleasure I’d already given her. She was insatiable, and it only made me want to pound her pretty little pussy until she couldn’t take it anymore.

I pushed my tip into her hot, wet center, slowly at first, watching her face as she took me in. With her head tilted back, her mouth gaped open, a low guttural moan coming deep from within her. I buried myself fully inside her, wasting no time in finding our rhythm. With every move my need for her intensified, the ache deep inside me only growing stronger. Her breasts bounced with the movement. I pumped harder and harder until I collapsed on top of her, pleasure exploding from within me in wave after wave, her tight channel clenched and pulsing around me.

As the waves subsided, I rolled over onto my back, sweat beading along my forehead. I was totally spent. When I turned to Valentina, I swear the look on her face said she could go for at least three more rounds. I chuckled and shook my head.

This woman might be the best thing to ever happen to me.

Either that, or the worst.

CHAPTER 5

Valentina

I wokeup to sunlight streaming through the window, one of the oak trees in the yard casting a long shadow on the hardwood floor. I rolled over to check the time, only to be confronted with a tousle of brown hair attached to a very muscular, very attractive shirtless body. The tousle turned to me, its green eyes fluttering open, an adorably dimpled smile spreading across its face.

Oh fuck.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty sight to see first thing in the morning.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Clapping a hand over my mouth, I immediately sat up, my head spinning as the realization of what happened last night washed over me. The bar…the whiskey…the dancing…the porch…and Duke Wilder inside me, rocking my world to its core.

“I, uh, I have to go,” I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and quickly scanning the room for my clothes. My jeans were in the corner, my top and bra right next to them.Where are my fucking panties?

“Are you sure you don’t have time for round four? Or would that make it five?” Duke drawled, propping himself up on his side with one elbow, the gray cotton sheet slipping from his waist.