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gym. And she was beautiful, round and soft and full in all the right places.
He’d be damned if he let her get into that headspace.
    It had no place in his bed.
    He straightened on his knees, still straddling her legs. He
only wore his boxers, and she’d taken the liberty of freeing his cock from its
confinement earlier. Her hungry gaze devoured his erection, and it was with
some reluctance that he moved to stand beside the bed.
    She fell back against the pillows. “Where are you going?”
    “You want me naked, don’t you?” He slid the boxers down his
legs, his masculine pride swelling when she gasped.
    “Mmmm-hmm.” She bit her lip and her hands began roaming her
own body as she watched. “Yes, thank you. I’ll have one of those.”
    Garrett retrieved the pants he’d dropped on the floor and
rummaged in the pockets. Grabbing his wallet, he freed one of the condoms he kept
tucked there for emergencies. Fortunately, he’d refreshed his old stock not
long ago. Tossing the foil packet onto the bed, he moved closer to watch her.
    She cupped one large breast in her hand, squeezing it
lightly. The other moved down her belly, past the jewel winking from her
bellybutton, past the tattoo cresting her thigh, to the small landing strip of
curls and lower, until he could see the glint of something shining there.
    “Mia,” he asked as his cock jumped at the thought, “are you
pierced?”
    She nodded, a positively evil smile curling her lips. “I am.
Want to see?”
    “Hell yes.” He knelt at the end of the bed and she parted
her knees, watching as he took in the decadent sight she offered.
    “Holy shit.”
    She was beautiful. Drop-dead gorgeous. The petals of her
body, dewy and glistening, unfolded at his gaze. And there at the apex, just
above the tempting little nub of her clit, was a silvery ring, the pink bead
shining at him like the crown jewels. It seemed to beckon, call him forward,
and who was he to say no?
    His hands shot out and grasped her thighs, jerking her hips
to the edge of the bed. And then, without warning, he began his sensuous
attack. Lips, tongue, teeth, he employed them all, being gentle and fierce by
turns, suckling that tempting ring and then moving lower, probing her depths
with his tongue, calming her cries and her twisting hips by slowing his forays,
then torqueing her up by nipping at the sensitive bud of her clit.
    “Garrett, oh fuck, Garrett,” she moaned, grabbing at his
hands, his head, anything she could reach. He looked up to see her back
arching, caught her gaze to find her pupils dilated. She was going to come, and
come hard.
    But not yet.
    Ripping his face away, he stood and grabbed the condom. With
shaking fingers, he tore the wrapper open and rolled it on. She scooted back on
the bed without having to be told, and he smiled inside. What a good girl. He
should spank her for that.
    Maybe later.
    She raised her arms as she begged him, and he didn’t
withhold. He fell atop her, let her taste herself on his mouth, and it seemed
to make her even wilder as she bucked beneath him. Her pussy was so hot, so wet
from his mouth and her own response, and his cock was so full it felt close to
bursting.
    He had to fuck her, and he had to do it now.
    Raising himself up on his arms, he looked into her eyes. She
panted with longing, her hair everywhere, her eyes begging him, pleading not to
make her suffer anymore.
    “Garrett,” she moaned, lifting her hips in supplication.
“Please.”
    With one deep thrust, he entered her, and they both cried
out in pleasure. Damn, she was small, tight around his cock as he thrust. The
pressure was exquisite, as if her body was trying to wring him dry. And he was
only too happy to let it.
    Her nails raked his back, the tender pain only encouraging
him to thrust harder and faster. She bit his shoulder, he pulled her hair, both
of them seeking tiny ways to dominate the other, rush that peak that was so
close it nearly drove him mad.
    But when Mia’s