boat race, forgot about his plans and just focused on this. On her.
“Come, Jenna.”
“Faster. Need faster,” she ordered.
Cam drove in harder, deeper, back and again, until his body felt like fire. He could feel the climax inside him, feel the juices waiting to flow, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. But still, he wanted her over, wanted her first, and he curved those pretty legs over his shoulders, staring straight into paradise, watching the joining of their bodies, watching her hips arch higher and higher.
The mantel clock struck midnight. April Fools’.
Cam could only smile.
J ENNA WAS GOING to die. Cardiac arrest. She could feel the overtaxed organ pumping in time with Cam’s powerful thrusts; her body wasn’t going to survive. Desperate, she grabbed a fistful of couch and held on tight, trying to breathe, trying to scream.
She could see him watching her. See the determination in his face, the sheen of sweat that slicked his hair, his chest.
Oh, yes.
This wasn’t like the other orgasm. All golden, nice and pretty. This was dark and wicked and powerful, and she was going to use dirty words and swear and promise many things that she had never promised to a man before, and…
Oh, yes…
His chest was heaving. Great, large exertions. A builder’s chest, a builder’s cock.
He was pulling her apart, splitting her in two. Every time she thought she was there, he’d thrust even harder, pushing her further than any human being could possibly survive. The orgasm was there, building betweenher legs, in her throat. With one mighty thrust, he tore deep inside her, beyond the womb, beyond the mind, beyond the heart. Jenna shoved a fist in her mouth and swallowed a scream. Finally, finally , she came.
C AM WAS HEAVY and large and slightly sweaty, and partially comatose. Jenna had never felt anything so beautiful. She could smell the soapy shampoo that he used, the tangy underpinnings of male sweat and the musky smell of sex.
“That was awesome,” said Jenna, and then giggled. Oh, man, she was regressing.
“More than that.”
“Cam?”
“Don’t ask me to move. I can’t.”
“I don’t feel my legs.”
He pinched her on the ass. “Can you feel that?”
“Are you on medication?”
“Nope.” He lifted his face, and flashed her the world’s goofiest grin. “Just one horny man and one very naughty doc.”
Weakly, Jenna lifted a hand and slapped him on the back. There was no hostility, more of I-need-to-touch-your-body tickle. “Cam?”
He took her mouth and started to kiss her. Her muscles began to stir, his cock began to stir. Just when she was sure she couldn’t fully appreciate this, that her muscles were too atrophied to move, he slipped inside her and she began to fully appreciate it. Jenna’s juices began to stir again.
The human body was a miraculous thing.
Who knew?
April 1, 3:00 a.m.
T HREE HOURS LATER , they’d moved from the couch to the floor. Jenna had lost the shoes and the hose, Cam had lost his mind several times over. Part of him knew why she was here, knew that he shouldn’t be all so tongue-wagging happy about it, that he should be plotting his escape to the boat race. But a naked woman should never be ignored. When she was intelligent, ambitious and smoking hot, as well, it made ignoring her impossible.
His randy cock agreed.
Still, in spite of the sex, his watch had stayed on, and eventually he was going to have to move. Midnight was fast approaching; he was going to have to leave.
“Why don’t you lose the watch?”
The way she said it, it was all so innocent, all so completely without motive, but the doc did nothing without motive, without altruistic purpose.
Cam, on the other hand, had no such scruples.
He rolled her underneath him, his mouth latching onto her breast. She loved that, her head falling back, her mouth falling slack, her dark lashes falling low, and Cam was not one to deny a woman her pleasure. First one breast, then