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doesn’t look at me, offering me his lips only, not taking his eyes off the car for one second.
    “You know I couldn’t get this particular edition SLS into the country because Mercedes had already sold one to someone in Sydney and the arrogant pricks didn’t want anyone else to have it here … No matter how much money I threw at them they wouldn’t budge.”
    Trust you to do something like this, Nick Davis . I smirk at my thoughts. I’m sure Nick did it so that he had something over Tench.
    “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” Tench’s coffee eyes meet mine.
    Strangely, I feel like I’ve missed Tench’s alluring eyes over the last couple of days. He reaches around and pulls me to him. I feel his erection push against my belly and a quick pulse charges across my body. Maybe I just need to fuck the sad memories away? I shrug at him and leave my hands by my sides.
    “Where the fuck have you been for the last couple of days?” he says as he sucks down on my bottom lip.
    For someone as complicated as Tench, he is so easy to me. I shrug again and smirk. “I’ve had a rough couple of days. Just take me upstairs,” I order.
    Tench’s eyes flash to mine and I feel his lips stretch in a smile.
    “Cheeky Miranda.” He pulls away from me, grips onto my hand and drags me through the grand marble and wood entrance of his mansion.
     
    I lay naked on Tench’s enormous bed and watch him unbuttoning his shirt above me. The delicious dragon stares out from his bulging left peck. As he pops more buttons open, my eyes are drawn down and I notice the new ink-work across his abs. The words alis volat propiis curve in a semicircle above his belly button, stopping either side of the jutting muscle at his hips. My eyes lead further down that muscle until it reaches past the line of his pants. I pull myself back away from the enticing distraction and run my fingers gently across the raised edges of the fresh ink.
    “She flies with her own wings,” he whispers sweetly.
    My chest feels tight and I look up at him with a softening inside me. He marked himself for me? I can’t help myself any longer and I reach up to pull him to me, kissing him hard the moment our lips meet. I want his lust for me to fill every deep cavern that aches for someone else. I need to fuck the sad away .
    I force his shirt past his bulging shoulders and he grabs the sleeves from his arms. I hear the fabric tear under his pounding pressure. Tench is exactly the kind of mess I need to scatter my grief and distract me right now.
    He grips around my hips, tighter than necessary, and forces his legs between mine as he pulls me around him. His body intoxicates me so much that I naturally submit to him without even acting. I feel the heat of his long rod against me. I know we’re going to have unprotected sex again, but something tells me to give Tench this. He was technically the last person I had sex with before my boyfriend died, so I’m safe. It’s my heart that’s fucked; the damage was done before Nick died; I was fucked up then anyway, so there’s no difference now.
    I close my eyes and anticipate Tench entering me. Holding my breath, I feel him stretch me with a yearning ache as he enters me. He feels wonderful, like he always does. He drives himself into me again and again until I’m saturated from him. I want to let myself go, but something stops me. Why can’t I come? I tense in frustration.
    “I want to feel you come all over me, Miranda,” Tench growls.
    Oh, great! He thinks I’m about to come. I continue on the performance and let Tench believe that he’s making me orgasm. Right now, I’d rather a punch in the face than this. I had better get my mojo back soon or else this is going to be harder than I’d thought.
    Tench throbs inside me. I feel him start to peak towards his climax. I do love this feeling more than anything. I love the power I feel when a man satisfies himself because of my body and my actions … maybe it’s a