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I can’t recall another man who took his time kissing me, unraveling me at a turtle’s pace and building the desire, causing my stomach to coil. His tongue gently sweeps between my plump flesh. My mouth opens, and his breath mingles with mine. We delve deeper, and every ounce of tension in my body melts away. Heat tugs at my center, and I get lost in the leisurely rhythm of his mouth moving against mine.

He pulls the string to my bathing suit and when it hits my skin, a shiver runs through me. Not from the healing sunburn but from his hooded eyes and growing erection pressing against me. He spins me around, releasing the string around the middle of my back and slides his fingers between my bikini and my skin, pulling off my bottoms. Pressing his lips to the sensitive area behind my knees, my head falls back. Then his tongue, wet and warm, skims over my thigh to the small of my back, while his hands glide up my waist, holding me like I’m a rare treasure.

Once his fingers find my bundle of nerves, I hum in appreciation. “Oh, yes, yes.”

I feel his lips smiling as he nibbles on my neck.

Lazy circles. Sliding through my folds. If John said we were in heaven, I would believe it. It can’t get much better than this. A soft glow from the candles. A perfect man. And with every lingering touch, a thousand quiet promises.

I reach one arm back over his neck and as I buck against his hand, my body shivers then stiffens as my orgasm hits me.

“This is what I want. For you to shatter from my touch,” John says as his deep timbre voice vibrates against my skin. “Every damn day.”

When my body relaxes, I lazily turn to face him. I smile with my eyes closed, not because I’m still caught in the post-orgasm haze. With uneven breaths, I say, “Daily would be good.”

I unbuckle his belt and slide it from the loops. It clangsagainst the hardwood floor, and his pants and boxer briefs follow. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The mattress sinks when he puts his knee on it, laying me on my back.

For a moment, we just stare. He hesitates before he kisses me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

His voice is soft and low. “Nothing. I… I love you, Becca Shearer. I’ve always loved you.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to return the sentiment, before kissing me with such desire, my synapses catch fire, and I’m inundated with foreign sensations. Each touch amplifies my desire. With his full weight on me, he slides his erection inside me, and my back arches with such force, it lifts us both.

“I love the way your body sucks me in… clenching my cock, covering it in your juices.”

He rocks sensually, and we make love missionary style, building up to an epic explosion. My eyes pinch closed as bright stars appear and disappear beneath my lids.

John releases a loud groan as he finishes inside me, collapsing. Our bodies are covered in sweat. He lifts up on his elbows, and when I finally open my eyes, he’s focused on my hair.

Sated, I say, “I never knew sex could be this good.”

“Good?” He raises an eyebrow.

“There’s my cocky hockey star,” I tease. “Maybe you need to sink into the net again.”

“Yeah?”

“Please.”

“You Southern girls are so polite, saying please.”

We swallow a laugh as I already feel his dick growing and getting heavy against my thigh. Suddenly, he hops up and gathers his tan leather belt from the floor.

My eyes widen as I shoot up to a sitting position. “Umm… I don’t think I can get spanked today. My sunburn.” I thought I wanted to be spanked but now, I’m not so sure.

“I’m not spanking you with a belt. That’s probably abuse, Ms. Attorney.”

“Not if it’s consensual. But you would have to prove it,” I say as he crawls back on the bed, his erection sticking straight out, begging to be inside me again.

He then wraps the belt around my wrists, tightening the closure. My pulse races as I wonder what he has in mind. I don’t know if I’m up for this. Dennis and I never explored. He was happy with the missionary position and occasionally me on top.

John must see the questions in my eyes because he says, “Don’t worry. If you want to stop, just say so.”

He kisses his way from the sensitive skin on my wrists to the sensitive area between my legs. And every time I try to bring my hand down to push through his hair, I’m impeded by the belt being tied to the headboard. I buck and lift my body, trying to grind on John’s face.

“Eager?”