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Too many people depended on her to be strong. For tonight only she
could sink into Jared’s arms and be soft and female and desired. Tomorrow, the
armor reappeared.
    Switching gears, back in control of herself, she relaxed
into the pleasure of the moment and the feel of his hard body. She stroked his
chest, curling and uncurling his black silky hair, kneading the steely knots of
muscle underneath until her juices flowed. “Ding. Ding. There’s the bell.
Second round’s about to start.”
    She attacked his mouth in a long, searing kiss and stroked
his dick until it swelled to fill her hand. He drank deep, nibbling at her
tongue, her mouth, down the soft flesh of her throat. Lips devoured lips. Hands
grasped at bare flesh, creating a whirlwind of body parts seeking physical and
emotional fulfillment.
    “Okay, sexy lady. How do we play round two?” he whispered
against her neck.
    “We let loose, get so wild we break the bed.”
    “That’s one audacious goal.” The approval in Jared’s chuckle
tugged at her heart.
    “Only kind that makes life interesting.”
    “You’re on. Prepare to be fucked.”
    She knew he’d be there. Jared not only kept her pace, he
embraced her boldness and got hot with it. A rare treat, she’d savor every
minute with him, every inch of him, before returning to the stresses and
strains of her real life.
    Condom donned, he flipped her on her knees and slammed into
her. Pulling out, pommeling back, out, back. He fucked her harder than she’d
ever known and she loved it, wanted more of it and returned his ferocity with
every thrust. The mattress sagged. The bed buckled and creaked under their
weight. Their movements accelerated, becoming wilder, more frenzied.
Pleasure-filled grunts and moans filled the room.
    “So good, so damn good,” Jocelyn cried and pushed back
against him, rubbing her clit between her fingers. This was torture, absolute
torture, and she didn’t want it to end. He kept pounding until she exploded
into a thousand pieces, her orgasm-driven pulses took him right along with her.
Sated, they collapsed on the bed, locked together.
    “Did we do it?” Jared asked into her hair.
    “The bed didn’t break, but it’s on the other side of the
room. That counts in my book.”
    “Agreed.” Laughing, he kissed the top of her head. “Damn
that was incredible,” he said, breathless, voice thickening with fatigue.
    She nestled closer to him, drawn to his warmth and scent.
“Yes it was.”
    Exhausted, she fell asleep in his arms.
    * * * * *
    Jared awoke at dawn and marveled at the beautiful woman
sleeping soundly next to him. Had sex ever been this satisfying? Too many
nights with submissive women to erase his memories of Cara had left him hollow.
Jocelyn was different. Strong-willed, aggressive, she demanded his best and
gave it in return. Last night he experienced a sensual revelation that he
wanted to grab with both hands and hold close.
    He leaned on his elbow, trailed his fingers down her spine,
vertebra by vertebra, and lingered on the finest ass he had seen in years. She
stirred and turned toward him, her lush breasts offered an irresistible feast.
Lust gnawed at his chest. Blood rushed to his dick and stiffened it enough to
hammer nails through concrete. He captured a soft peak in his mouth, suckling
until it hardened in full bloom. Still hungry, pussy was the next stop at the
buffet. Her thighs widened in invitation as he lapped his way down her belly to
her mons.
    Jared licked her lazily, enjoying the taste of her and the
raw-honey smell of her desire.
    “Don’t we have planes to catch?” she asked, wriggling
against his mouth.
    “It’s still early. We have enough time.” He kissed up her
abdomen, his tongue flicking along her hipbone while his fingers toyed with her
sex.
    “Time for what?” Her eyes closed and her head arched back.
Soft mewls escaped from slightly open lips.
    “For this.” Turning her to the side, he bent her top leg and
angled it toward the