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pulsing against me as my internal muscles clutch and contract around him. “Want to go for a ride, darlin’?” he asks in a low, sexy tone that makes my nipples tingle.
    Before I can form a reply, he begins to move, slowly at first and then with more purpose, encouraged by my moans of pleasure and the moisture that pours forth from me, easing the way. The slow climb begins again, each stroke building on the one before until I stand at the brink of something so big and so powerful, my impulse is to hide from it. Somehow I know that this one will change me forever, and I fight it with every ounce of fortitude I can muster during the most astonishing sex of my life.
    He seems to sense the battle I’m waging with myself and takes the decision out of my hands when he reaches down to where we’re joined, presses his fingers to my clit and sends me into orbit.
    Groaning loudly, he goes with me, pushing so hard into me, I feel the heat of his release deep inside even as I crest the waves of my own wild ride. I’ve never imagined anything like the power we’ve created together.
    His arms give out, and he collapses on top of me, not crushing me but surrounding me with his scent and his heat as he continues to throb inside me. Against my skin, I can feel the hard beat of his heart and hear his panting breath.
    I need to get out of here. I have to collect what’s left of my senses and go home.

Chapter Three
    B lake speaks first . “That was… I don’t have the words.”
    All I can think about is escaping while I still can. “I need to get up.”
    “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to trap you under me.” His withdrawal isn’t much easier than his entry, and I wince as tender tissues ripple and stretch around him. With one hand around the end of the condom to hold it in place, he finally pulls free of me.
    By then, I’m breathing heavily and perspiring again. On less than steady legs, I go to the bathroom, trying not to imagine how I must look from behind. My hair is a tangled mess, and the sight that greets me in the mirror is nothing short of frightening. I look like a woman who’s been well and truly ravished.
    “Well, you got exactly what you wanted,” I whisper to my reflection. On the vanity, I find a brush and drag it through my hair. I splash water on my flaming cheeks and blot my face dry with a hand towel that smells like him. My nipples have gone from their usual pink shade to bright red thanks to his attention.
    “Oh God,” I say out loud as a tremble shakes my body. “ God .” With my hands on the counter, I let my head hang low, rolling it back and forth to relieve the tension in my shoulders.
    This was a huge mistake—a mistake of epic proportions. In one hour, he’s managed to ruin me for all other men. Every other guy will be measured against him and found lacking, in more ways than one. The one thing I know for sure is I need to get the hell out of here before I make things worse than they already are.
    His warm hands landing on my shoulders startle me out of my musings and mess with my resolve to escape. Pressing his fingers into muscles gone hard with tension, he kneads and strokes until they yield to him. Even my muscles are taking his side.
    “I need to go,” I say, even though I’m not sure I can still walk.
    “Why?” As his talented fingers continue their work, his lips find my neck, stirring a body so recently and thoroughly satisfied back to life.
    I wriggle free of him and duck into the separate room that houses the toilet. I take care of business and rest my head against the cool wood door for a long moment, working up the wherewithal to leave. Lauren’s warning rings through my mind like church bells on Sunday. It’s only sex. You won’t find a home with him .
    When I feel ready to face him and say what needs to be said, I open the door to find him leaning against the vanity in all his naked glory. Arms crossed over his broad chest, he watches me with the same intense scrutiny I’ve