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front gate, the
gigantic German shepherd panting and wagging, whining for her.
    Brett was right behind her, making noises at Mongo, who just
rolled to his back, feet kicking.
    “Don’t seduce my dog.” She growled softly at her beautiful
baby boy, who wagged happily.
    “What? He’s a good boy. Next time I’ll bring him treats.”
The man pushed right into her yard, closing the gate behind them. Asshat.
    Mongo followed them in and she made sure he had treats,
kibbles. “You want a beer?”
    “No.” He moved in close, his hands landing on her hips.
    “Good.” She lifted her head. It was something, looking to
kiss someone taller than her, so much broader.
    He smiled, but there was no mockery in it. Then he bent down
and took her mouth and it was as if the whole fucking world stood still. Brett
spread her lips, tongue fucking her, one huge hand in her hair. She grabbed his
shoulders and kissed the hot bastard right back, the electricity between them
fierce. He was big, solid and they were standing in her kitchen, so hot already
that they might go up in flames.
    He picked her up as if she weighed next to nothing. “Point
me to your bedroom, honey. We’re doing this right.”
    “Third floor.” No way he was carrying her up two flights of
stairs.
    He didn’t even break a sweat. Rotten jerk wasn’t even
breathing hard when he hit the third floor landing.
    “That’s insane. Hot as hell, but insane.” Her bed wasn’t
made, her vibrator on the nightstand. Even worse, there was her copy of “Steel
Magnolias” right there, open, next to a box of Kleenex.
    Kindly, he ignored it all. “What’s that, honey?” He tossed
her on the bed so easily that she bounced.
    “You.” She put her pistol in the drawer, slid her toy in
alongside and toed off her boots.
    “Oh, you haven’t seen crazy yet.” He stripped off his shirt
and started working on his jeans.
    Fuzzy, broad, thick—the man’s chest was abnormally
wonderful. Made her a little stupid, honestly. His belly was ridged with
muscle, his thighs heavy and a little hairy. In between, well, shit. She might
have run if she’d seen a cock like that a few years back.
    Wendy tugged her t-shirt up and off, her hair coming out of
its band as she reached down to unbuckle her belt.
    “Let me.” He was on her in a flash, his big hands making
short work of her pants and her undies. His hands found her breasts and weighed
them, his deep growl making her bite her bottom lip.
    “Sweet. You’ve got such pretty skin, honey.” Brett dipped
down to kiss the tops of her breasts, his beard rasping at her.
    “No one calls me pretty.” She rocked up on her toes, arching
into the touch.
    “Then they’re idiots.” He sucked one nipple into her mouth,
pushing it back and forth with his tongue.
    “Oh.” Her head fell back, that sudden ache sending heat
shooting down to her clit.
    “Mmmhmm.” He sucked hard for a few moments then switched to
her other nipple, his hand on her belly, working down, teasing the top of her
curls. He tugged—not enough to hurt, too hard to ignore, and that sting made
her whine softly. Brett rewarded her by sliding a finger between her folds and
finding her clit, rubbing it in gentle circles.
    Wendy bent her leg, propped it up on the bed so she could
spread.
    “Smell so good.” Brett’s mouth slid down her belly, his
fingers moving, making her twist and moan.
    She was supposed to be jumping him, damn it, but that touch
was hypnotic. Perfect, driving her steadily higher. Wendy wasn’t sure whether
to press her legs together or use them for leverage, so she did both, squeezing
his wrist.
    He chuffed softly, tongue drawing circles on her hips.
“Needy.”
    “Asshole.” She hated that he was so confident. Okay, she
didn’t, but she ought to.
    His laughter dissolved into a moan as his lips reached the
top of her mound, fingers spreading her. He murmured something she couldn’t
quite understand, then licked her as if she was an ice cream cone,