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L ottie found a rag and gave the room a good dusting, very glad she’d tucked a set of queen sheets in her bag from home. Because everything had a layer of dust on it, including the couch and bed. She’d also found a clean throw blanket in the closet. Once she’d wiped everything down and covered the furniture, she unpacked the bag of groceries. Chewing her bottom lip, she set the box of condoms on the counter and hoped she knew what she was doing.

Keep your heart protected and you’ll be fine , she warned herself.

Her attention shifted out the window where Chaz was grabbing some gear out of the SUV, and zeroed in on his ass. It looked good enough to eat in those cargo pants he liked to wear so much. Oh, what delights must be hidden inside.

God, what was going on? She squeezed her thighs together, unable to remember the last time she’d been so horny. She felt utterly wanton. Maybe the lack of sex was finally catching up to her and a good, thorough fuck would fix the throbbing happening down below.

Leaning a hip against the counter, she watched Chaz heft several bags out with ease and carry them with minimal effort. He might say his body was falling apart, but she’d never know from the way his muscles flexed. For being almost fifty, the man was still built like a freaking Adonis.

Feeling naughty, her focus dipped to his thick thighs and then wandered dead center. No doubt about it, Chaz Madden was a very big guy, and she hoped she could take him. All of him.

Her stomach growled, and stifling a moan, she realized she was starving for more than his cock. As he brought the bags inside, she found a couple of plates and washed them. Then she opened the sandwiches and set them on the small table along with the chips and bottled water. She had a feeling they’d better eat before anything else.

He sat down at the table with her and mumbled a thanks before devouring the sandwich and half the bag of chips. They’d definitely need to go back and stock up on more food. She couldn’t help but wonder if his appetite was as ravenous when it came to the bedroom.

You’re going to find out very soon , she thought, anticipation filling her. God, she hadn’t been this nervous in a long time. What if she disappointed him? What if he’d built her up into something she just wasn’t? She thought of herself as a boring mom whose adventures consisted of trying to avoid handsy customers at work and attempting to keep up with a two-year-old.

She also didn’t have a ton of experience when it came to pleasing a man in bed. And Chaz Madden? He was one hell of a masculine specimen. Lottie huffed out a breath, blowing a stray curl off her face, and Chaz looked up.

“What’s wrong?”

Oh, nothing. Just second-guessing most of my life choices .

“I’m okay.” She reached for a Hershey’s Kiss and unwrapped it. Another sweet gesture , she thought, popping it into her mouth.

He finished chewing and frowned. “If you want to change your mind…I understand.”

Why was he always so good to her? Her chest tightened and she swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m just worried.”

“About what?”

“Disappointing you,” she said softly, unable to look at him. When his chair scraped back, she glanced up to see him stand and extend his big, callused hand.

“C’mere.”

She put her small hand in his and he pulled her up, walking her over to the sheet-covered couch. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap. His arms wrapped around her and she laid her cheek against his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

“We go at your pace, Sunshine,” he said, voice deep and rumbly. “And you could never disappoint me.”

In all her life, Lottie had never felt so safe. Snuggling deeper in his embrace, she breathed him in, enjoying his scent—slightly woody and musky. One-hundred percent pure alpha male.

“Thank you,” she murmured. For a few minutes, she listened to him breathe, enjoying the way he ran his knuckles up and down her back.

“Have you ever seen the movie Wayne’s World ?” he asked, completely out of the blue.

“A long time ago. Why?”

“Do you remember when Wayne used to see the girl he liked? Her hair would blow around her face and everything seemed to slow down?”

“Mmhmm.” She smiled against his warm chest.

“That’s what it’s like every time I see you.”

She lifted her head, looking into his green eyes, so clear and full of honesty. And so damn beautiful. “Are you saying I’m your dream girl?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Reaching up, she cupped his face, surprised at how soft his beard felt against her fingers. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want you, Chaz. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

He inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into her hips. Their mouths came together swiftly, but he kept the kiss gentle. Lottie shifted, straddling his lap, and slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck. She opened up to him, needing more, and their tongues stroked, the kiss deepening.

She was already soaked for him. When she rolled her hips against his hard cock, he growled into her mouth, his hands covering her ass and squeezing. Burning need coursed through her body, lighting up every nerve ending, and she ground her center against him.

Chaz tore his mouth away and spun her onto her back. Settling over her, making sure to keep his weight off her, he slammed his mouth against hers, drinking deeply. For several long minutes, they simply devoured each other.

Lottie had never felt so much from a kiss. But the way his lips, tongue and teeth moved over hers was more than a mere kiss. It was a claiming. And she willingly gave herself over to the big man.

Her fingers dipped beneath his collar, lightly scratching the back of his neck, and she tilted her head as he began kissing along her throat. When his palm curved over her breast, she let out a whimper, arching into his touch.

“Chaz…” she murmured breathlessly, pushing her hips up against his and grinding. His hands moved down, sliding over her curves, lightly squeezing as he explored them.

“I want to taste you, Lottie.” He cupped her mound, fingers lightly stroking, and all she could do was whimper. Words eluded her.

Moving back, he gripped her leggings and panties, tugging them both down. For such a big guy, he moved slowly, so gently. After tossing her clothes, he paused, staring down at her. When she tried to close her legs, he grabbed them.

“No. I love looking at you. So wet and ready for me.” He touched her, sliding a finger between her folds, dragging her slickness up and around her clit.

And, God help her, her legs dropped open, shamelessly and completely exposing herself.

“That’s a good girl. You want my mouth on your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she rasped. He dipped a thick finger inside, sliding it deep. In and out. Slowly rubbing her throbbing clit with his thumb. Another finger entered her, thrusting, scissoring, stretching her. “Oh, God…”

When he pulled his hand away, her eyes popped open and she watched him lick his fingers clean. “So damn sweet. Now put your legs on my shoulders, Sunshine, so I can give you exactly what you want.”

Biting her lip, she lifted one leg and he grabbed the other. Placing both palms firmly on her ass, he lifted her up and buried his face between her thighs.

With a cry, she dug her nails into the couch and moaned as his tongue lapped up her center. Again and again. Giving in to the incredible sensations racking through her body, she dropped her head back and nearly sobbed.

It was just too good. He was too good…too attentive…too thorough…it was all too damn overwhelming to the point where it felt almost unbearable and her legs trembled, squeezing around his head.

Her eyes rolled back and the pressure began building as he worked her into a frenzy, sucking and licking and probing until she couldn’t take anymore. Twisting, she tried to pull away, but he held her tightly.

“Not yet,” he growled, rubbing his beard against her inner thighs. “Not until you come.”

Then he wrapped his lips around her clit and her soul may have left her body. He began sucking, teasing the swollen bud with his tongue, teeth lightly grazing, and she cried out as her release slammed into her so hard she saw stars.

Fucking stars.

Well, the man certainly knew what he was doing. And he was definitely a giver. Not a selfish lover in the slightest.

Coming down from the high of her release, her eyes fluttered open. His lips and beard glistened with her juices and she let out a shuddering breath as he lowered her legs down and locked gazes with her. There was something in his eyes that almost looked like…adoration.

Before she could figure it out, he scooped her up into his arms, made a beeline to grab the condoms, then headed for the bedroom. He carefully set her on the bed as if she were fragile then yanked his shirt off. She pulled in a breath, admiring his muscular chest and abs. How could this man be nearly half a century old?

She didn’t miss the slight tremble in his hands as he tossed his T-shirt and unbuttoned his cargo pants. But, he didn’t take them off. Just kicked his boots off and crawled onto the bed, covering her body with his, and kissing her deeply. Kissing her very soul, it seemed.

“I’m going to worship you,” he promised, reaching for the hem of her shirt and dragging it up. She helped him get it off and his attention dropped to her blush-colored bra. It wasn’t anything fancy. No bows or lace or frills. Just plain, soft satin.

His hands rounded over her breasts, dipping into the cups and lifting them up and out. Swirling his tongue over a nipple, his fingers played with the other one until it was a tight peak.

“Chaz…” she moaned. Need, hot and pure, pulsed through her. Reaching down, she cupped him, squeezing gently. His hardness filled her hand and he thrust into her palm, a groan tearing from his throat.

“You’re going to kill me.” He sucked and lapped at her nipple. “But I’ll die a very happy man.”

“Take your pants off,” she demanded. “I need you.”

She didn’t have to ask twice, he was only too eager to grant her request. Anticipation roared through her as he unzipped his cargo pants. They fell to the floor and her attention went straight to the enormous bulge threatening to tear through his navy boxer briefs.

“Take it all off,” she hissed.

His mouth edged up. “Only if you do, too.”

She whipped her bra off and tossed it against his chest. It bounced off his flat stomach and landed on his pants. Stretching back on the bed, completely naked except for the necklace with Reya’s initial, feeling utterly shameless, she let him ogle her for a minute. But it didn’t feel wrong. No, it felt very, very right. And maybe a little bit naughty.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, voice low and appreciative. “I’m aching for you, Sunshine.”

“So come here and satisfy that ache.” She let her legs fall open and he cursed, quickly stripping out of his briefs.

For a moment, he stood there, his manhood proudly jutting toward the ceiling—huge, perfect, his tip leaking. For her. He wrapped a hand around his hard length, smearing his precum all over his cock, pumping it roughly in his fist several times. His eyes never left hers. Just pinned her to the bed, and a shudder tore through her body.

“You ready?” he asked huskily.

“Yesss…so ready.” Her hand dropped between her legs and she touched herself. God, she was soaked.

“Fuck, Lottie, you’re gonna kill me,” he growled, watching her lightly stroke her pussy.

“Hurry…please…”

He grabbed the condoms, ripping the cardboard box in half in his haste, and snagged one. Using his teeth he tore the packet open and rolled it on. Then he was back on the bed, lowering himself between her thighs, notching the head of his cock at her opening.

“I haven’t been with anyone in almost three years,” she whispered, gasping as he began to slide inside, stretching her wide.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I first saw you,” he rasped. “Because you’re the only one I wanted.”

Her mind quickly calculated when she started working at Old Glory. “But that’s been—”

“Over a year,” he finished, pushing deeper. “You’re all I’ve wanted, Lottie. From day one. Only…you…”

“Oh, God.” She cried out, her body arching as he filled her completely. Not moving, fully seated in her, he gave her a moment to adjust to his size.

“Ready, Sunshine?”

He was propped on his elbows, holding up the majority of his weight, but his body was hot where their skin touched. His rugged face looked strained, teeth clenched.

“Yesss,” she hissed. And, with her permission, he began to move, filling every lonely, empty part of her.