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He clamps down on my ass, holding me in place, and sucks my clit. It’s intense and electrifying, and I yell out as explosions rocket through my body.

“Tate!” I virtually scream, squeezing my eyes shut as bursts of colors nearly blind me. “Oh my God! I’m coming so fucking hard .”

I tremble, literally shaking against his face as he continues the decadent onslaught. My thighs are soaked. My breath is stuck in my chest. A full-body shudder slams through me as the sound of Tate sucking and licking fills the air.

I try to lift, but he pulls me down, holding me tight against his face. I sag against the headboard, moaning but unable to stop moving.

It feels too good.

Finally, his movements slow, and I’m able to lift off him. Tate assists my dismount and lays me next to him, his breathing as ragged as mine. He rolls onto his side and grins, licking the evidence of my orgasm off his lips.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say you enjoy coming that way,” he says, his eyes twinkling.

I sink into the mattress, giggling. “What was your first clue?”

“You drenched me.” He chuckles, wiping his face with the sheet. “That was seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Ever .”

My cheeks flush. Right. I don’t care that he’s probably said that to a thousand girls. He can say whatever he wants as long as he keeps delivering orgasms like that.

“Well, I can say with absolute certainty that nothing I’ve ever done has come close to that,” I say. “Face riding is officially my favorite way to come.”

“Don’t make that call this early in the night.”

This early in the night?

My limbs are exhausted, and my needs are more than met. They’re exceeded. But Tate, in all his youth, is still raring to go.

“Look, I don’t know—and don’t want to know—what kind of sex life you have,” I say. “But my stamina is apparently depleted because I’m dead.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Sorry.”

“Sorry?”

He breaks out into a smile and hops off the bed. “You have about … eh, I’ll say three minutes to figure out how to reenergize yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

He slides his hand down his shaft and grins. “I’m going to go wipe your pussy juices from my face and grab a condom. Then we’ll see how doggy style ranks.” His grin bleeds into a smirk. “Told you I could make juices sexy.”

I grab a pillow and halfheartedly throw it at him.

He laughs all the way to the en suite, leaving me to die alone.

But, oh, what a way to go .

I’m just getting my blood pressure back to normal when he waltzes into the room with the energy of a twenty-something-year-old man. Fitting .

“Over here,” he says. “Ass up. Let’s go. Move it.”

The fire in my core begins to reheat. “I just learned something new.”

“What’s that?”

“I can’t reenergize myself,” I say, rising slowly and moving to him. “But you can reenergize me pretty damn easily.”

“Good to know.”

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me like he means it. His skin is damp from the washcloth, and his mouth is hot. I can taste myself on his tongue. Even that turns me on.

Wow.

Suddenly, I’m horny all over again.

He flips me onto my stomach, then reaches under me and lifts. I’m on all fours, looking at him over my shoulder, as he takes his cock and lines it up with my opening. I hold my breath, not sure if he’s going to go slow or give me a moment to acclimate to him.

“I— oh fuck !” I say as he slides all the way inside me.

I sink back, squeezing my eyes shut as my body accepts his girth.

“You’re so damn tight.” His words are strangled. “I’m going to give it to you hard.” He pulls out and slides in again, slower this time. “Are you ready?”

That’s a complicated question, sir.

I ball the sheets up in my fists and brace myself. “Fuck me hard, Tate.”

“ Damn you .”

He grips my hips, his fingers digging so deep he finds my bones. He draws his cock out in a single, lazy pull. I start to relax and take a breath when he buries every inch of himself deep inside my pussy.

“Ah!” I yell, blinded once again by the intensity of Tate’s movements.

He slams into me repeatedly in long, delicious strokes. I meet him thrust for thrust, greedy for the pops of bliss each time the head of his cock hits the back of me.

“I love this,” I say, my voice broken by each wave of pleasure. “This is so, so good.” I arch my back. “ Oh yes . Right there. Harder.”

“Your pussy is gripping my cock so fucking tight.”

My core tightens again as another climax gathers. “I’m going to come again.”

“Do it. Come on my cock, Kelly. Bust all over me, gorgeous.”

I hiss as the buildup hits a boiling point, and I teeter on the edge. My arms tremble, giving out until I’m held up on my elbows. I arch my back, lifting my hips and inviting him to fuck me even harder.

“There!” I shout, meeting him thrust for thrust. “ There, Tate! Right … fucking … there.”

My face plants into the comforter as wave after wave crashes over me.

Tate holds me up by my hips, refusing to let me deny myself any part of my orgasm.

Being held and forced to absorb every drop of my climax is an act all of its own.

I will think about this, reliving it over and over, for the rest of my life.

Tate slowly eases his tempo until he’s no longer moving at all. He stills, his cock buried inside me, then massages my ass cheeks.

“This ass is perfection,” he says, smacking me lightly. The sound cracks through the room, which, in turn, reignites the fire smoldering in my core. “I’d like to fuck this.”

“My ass?” I yelp.

He laughs. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Hard no.” Well, maybe. At this point, I’d probably love it, too.

He pulls out and guides me gently to the mattress. I flop onto it in a very unsexy way. But I can’t help it. Every limb is jelly.

“I think you liked that one, too.” He chuckles.

I try to answer him, but the words are a muffled mess.

“I’m two for two,” he says. “Now come on. Let’s see if we can go three for three.”

He can’t be serious. I know I talked a good game and I’ve dreamed of a man who can’t get enough of me, but this is definitely biting off more than I can chew. I’m so, so wonderfully spent.

I don’t know who I am or how I got here, exactly, because nothing in my life would lead me to believe that I’d find myself in a stranger’s bed in postcoital bliss—especially an impossibly sexy stranger like Tate.

But this is what I needed, and it’s better than anything I could’ve imagined.

I’m protected by my anonymity. I’m free to indulge, enjoy, and explore.

To have an adventure …

“Roll over,” he says, helping me flip onto my back.

He’s peering down at me with a sweet smile when I open my eyes, which does things to my heart that I choose to ignore.

“Are you tired?” he teases. His features are so bright, so clear. It’s impossible not to smile at him.

“What does it look like to you?”

“What does it look like to me?” He tilts his head to the side.

“It looks like you’re far less stressed than you were this afternoon.

” He runs a hand up the inside of my thigh, setting off a firework display inside my belly.

“And you look even more beautiful lying naked on my bed, spread out just for me.”

I glance down to see his cock still rigid. Still needing a release. Still ready for me .

“How did you not come from that?” I ask. “I’ve gotten off twice, and you … haven’t?”

He scoots me up to the middle of the bed.

“I didn’t come because I wanted to ensure you were satisfied,” he says. “And when I get off, I want to be looking at your pretty face. Not that your ass isn’t amazing.”

I laugh, blushing.

“But I want to see you.” He winks at me as he spreads my legs and places himself between them. “Is this okay?”

What kind of question is that?

“This is perfect,” I say, spreading wider for him. “I want to watch you fall apart, too.”

And I do.

Even though I’ve often loathed it when a man hovers over me when he gets off, mostly because I’ve not gotten close to a release, I need to see this man fall apart.

Tate puts a hand next to my head before positioning himself once again at my opening. He enters me slowly this time, sinking into me inch by precious inch.

I moan softly as he hovers over me, moving in and out in a lazily perfect rhythm.

His mouth lowers, his eyes searching mine. My heart swells in my chest as I lift my head, meeting him suspended in the middle. He takes a quick breath before capturing my lips with his.

This round is different from the others. It’s not less or more, just not the same. It’s without the fire and passion of the first two. Instead, it’s sweeter with more connection.

Although I have absolutely no business leaning into this version of sex with him, I can’t help myself.

I wrap my arms around his middle, feeling the sheen of sweat coating his skin and his muscles flexing.

Just as my core tightens and that now familiar fire begins to catch, Tate’s body begins to tremble.

“Come,” I whisper, tilting my hips to get the best angle possible. “I’m ready to come again, too.”

“Fuck.”

He groans, the sound starting deep in his throat and shaking as it passes his lips. I fight to keep my eyes open as my third orgasm of the night sweeps through me.

Tate’s Adam’s apple bobs as the vein in his temple pulses like I saw on the plane.

He pounds into me harder and as deep as he’ll fit, as sweat drips from his forehead onto my chest. He groans again, his face turning red as the climax reaches him.

“Dammit,” he says through gritted teeth.

He sinks into me all the way, holding himself there as he fills the condom with his seed. My body heats as I hold my chest in both hands and moan his name. Back arched. Eyes closed. Pussy firing on all cylinders.

“Does that feel good?” I whisper, squeezing my muscles around him. “It feels so good to me, Tate.”

Finally, he blows out a breath as the last bit of my orgasm fades away. I open my eyes to find his waiting for me.

“Wow,” I say.

He grins in return as he pulls out of me. “I was going to ask you if that was as good for you as it was for me, but there’s no way.”

“Oh, there’s a way.” I giggle. “You’re three for three.”

He laughs. “So you were reminded that you enjoy oral, doggy style, and missionary?”

“No.”

His brows pinch together.

“I discovered I love all three of those things when delivered like you just did,” I say as he lies beside me. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

He presses his lips together and withholds whatever’s going through his mind. It doesn’t matter. I know he’s pleased with himself—as he should be.

“You said you wanted a bath with candles after dinner,” he says, lightly drawing a line down the center of my chest. “I have a bathtub and candles.”

“So prepared.”

“I do aim to please.”

You do a damn good job of it.

He hops off the bed and removes the condom.

His body flexes—taut, tanned, and strong. He’s a total work of art.

When will I ever get to do this again? When will I ever find myself in bed with a man nearly half my age who is not only willing but also eager to do things to me that no man has ever done before?

I take a deep breath, fighting the uptick in my heartbeat.

“I’ll get a bath running for us,” he says, stretching his arms overhead. The candlelight casts a sexy shadow over him. “But don’t come into the en suite until I tell you, okay?”

“Hey, Tate?”

“What, gorgeous?”

Fuck it . “How about we forget the bath and see if you can go four for four?”

His smirk is sinful.

A delicious shudder heats my body, and my heart flutters wildly. Madly . This is the romance-novel passion I’ve dreamed of experiencing. It’s intense and passionate—potentially destructive, but that’s a dark moment I’m willing to push off until later.

The climax is so worth it.

“Do you have anything in mind?” he asks as his cock hardens before my eyes.

I gulp, my face flushing. “I’ve always wanted to try reverse cowgirl.”

He chuckles as if he can’t believe my request.

“Are you laughing at me?” I lift a brow.

“I’m wondering how I got so fucking lucky.”

“Well, it’s probably— ah !”

I burst into a fit of giggles as he leaps on the bed and covers my body with his. His lips find mine, and he swallows the laughter, leaving me breathless.

Again.

It turns out I do, in fact, like anything this man does to me.