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she gasped.
    He kissed her as he pumped himself inside her, reveling in
how she took every long, hard bit of him. His cock. His kink.
    He was losing control. Something he never did.
    Something he’d never done. Even with his wife. Especially
with his wife.
    And then he just let it happen. The wild drive to have her.
The quick surge to come shot through him like buckshot. The raging orgasm that
shook him felt like life and death. The rough need to keep driving into her
sweet, pulsing pussy until she growled caught him back from oblivion. Then he
felt tears on her cheek and she rocked in an orgasm that went on and on.
    Through it all, he held her, god knew how long, pressing his
lips to her eyelids and her temples. Stroking back long strands of hair from
her forehead, he knew a sweet tenderness for her that made his mind go to mush.
He drew back to examine her flushed, serenely smiling face. “How’s my outlaw?”
    She gave a small laugh. “Captured.”
    He snorted but then had to know more. “Hurt?”
    She shook her head, squeezing his cock with her talented
cunt.
    Grunting, he raised his brows in appreciation. “Guess that
settles it.”
    “Settles what?”
    He rolled down his condom, tied it off, then rose to put in
the trash. He came back to fiddle with the belt on one of her wrists. “If I
untie you, you won’t run from me?”
    She narrowed her eyes at him, her sultry look an invitation
to more fun than they’d already had. “Not a chance. Question is, will you let
me tie you up?”
     
    What she meant was more than he’d imagined. She could tell
by the way he laughed so easily, deep in his belly, so pleased with himself.
    “Sure,” he replied, plucked at her restraints. “Never tried
it, but I’m game.”
    “You’re kidding, right?” She was flabbergasted that a man
who liked bondage and such had never tried it himself.
    “Nope.” He reached to take the clamps off, but halted
midair. “Shall I take these off, too?”
    She shook her head. “Leave them on. I like them.” She let
him massage one wrist and then the other as he removed the belts. “Why not?”
    He glanced up and locked eyes with her. “Never trusted a
woman to do it.”
    “Not your wife?”
    The minute she asked, she knew it was a huge mistake.
    But he flexed his square jaw and in a second said, “Never.”
    Lana stared at him, flummoxed. How did a man who liked this
sort of thing never do it with the woman he had married and, from all reports,
loved like the sun and moon?
    “I married her when we were both young. I never told her I
got off on this and I never wanted to teach her. She just wasn’t the type.”
    Lana flinched. What type am I then? The opposite? The
raunchy kind? The kind you fuck and leave?
    Lex’s fingers stilled as he raised his face and gazed into
her eyes. “She was sweet and unassuming. I doubt she’d even know what a clamp
was.”
    That statement didn’t make Lana feel any better. In fact,
she felt like she’d just walked into a brick wall.
    The bed bounced as he shifted up to her, put two fingers
under her chin and raised her face. “What she was has nothing to do with what
you are. Nothing to do, either, with what we are together.”
    Which is what? A damn good lay? Yeah, well. Isn’t that
what you wanted, Lana? “You’re right.” She watched him untie the loops from
her ankles and then she struggled to her feet. “Shower?”
    He caught her up in his arms. “Don’t fall!”
    For you? Too late.
    He marched toward her bathroom. “We’ll take that shower
together.”
    She pushed at his chest. That was like pushing against a
mountain. “Who says?”
    “Your sheriff.” He arched a brow at her, his features stark
with authority as he made his way to the walk-in marble-tiled stall.
    She had to laugh. “Okay, okay.” I have no rights to you.
Why am I all het up over a woman I never knew? Never will? Oh, hell. She
knew the answer to that but he had turned on her water and put her in front