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bordering on pain.
    I
moaned, wrapping hands in his hair, tugging closer. That’s what I
needed—passion laced with pain.
    He
broke the kiss, breathing hard. “So, all of this? Can we pretend it never
happened?”
    Relief
ballooned in my chest. Gone was the disappointment I would never be possessed
or owned by Brax in bed. I hadn’t ruined us. I couldn’t be more thankful.
“Already forgotten.”
    He
exhaled in a huge gust, smiling crookedly. Kissing the tip of my nose, he said,
“Thank you for loving me enough to take what I can give.”
    My
entire body vibrated with remorse. I couldn’t reply.
    Brax
reached behind and undid my bra. He drew it off my breasts slowly, dipping his
head to suck my nipple. Heat exploded in my core.
    Brax
still loved me. That’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Not kinky sex, or
spicing up the bedroom. I was a very lucky girl. I am so lucky. Lucky.
    I
bit Brax’s collarbone and he groaned. He shifted so his rapidly hardening
erection pressed into my belly.
    Trembling,
I eased his jeans down his hips. He arched upright, helping me get them off.
Once he sprung free, he ripped off the fifty dollar knickers I’d worn for all
of ten seconds, and threw them to the floor.
    Brax
settled between my thighs, gaze locking with mine. I bit my lip as he pressed
inside. I wasn’t as wet as I should’ve been and the invasion was pleasure as
well as pain.
    His
eyes snapped closed as he settled deep inside. His erection, stretching and
filling, sent waves of safety rather than mind-shattering passion.
    We
rocked together, and he peppered me in delicate kisses, sweet affection. I grew
slick around him, warming, building. 
    My
nipples ached for attention, and I wished he’d bite me just a little, maybe
then I might be able to climax.
    “Tess,—”
he breathed in my ear, picking up speed. His hips pressed harder and I fought
the urge to touch myself, to help reach an orgasm.
    With
another thrust, Brax moaned, his back shuddering as his butt clenched hard. He
came inside, wave after wave of ecstasy for him and simple acceptance for me. I
stroked his chest, so happy he was able to find release after everything I put
him through.
    He
collapsed on top, sandwiching me between his bulk and the mattress.
    I
stared at the ceiling, battling so many thoughts, not all of them making sense.
Brax huffed, snuggling his face into my breasts.
    Within
moments, he was fast asleep, leaving me lonely and confused.

 

     
    *Robin*
     
    “ S ign
here, please.”
    The
concierge handed us the compulsory waivers. I gulped, reading the fine print.
If we injured, maimed, or killed ourselves while using the hotel provided
scooters, the hotel would not be held accountable. If it was such a good idea
to rent these things, why the huge disclaimer? 
    I
glanced at Brax. “You sure you want to explore Cancun on a two wheeled death
machine?”
    Brax
bit the top of the pen, frowning at the hire contract. He flashed me a grin. No
residue of fear or sadness from yesterday lingered in his face. Thank God.
    “You
promised this morning. You agreed today was all about what I wanted to do, and
tomorrow is all about you.”
    I
smiled. “Fine. But, tomorrow, you are so going to put up with getting a massage
with me. No moaning.”
    He
drew a cross over his heart and signed the paperwork with a flourish. He laughed,
excitement glowing in his blue gaze. “Do you want your own bike, or dinky on
the back of mine?”
    No
way in hell did I trust myself to weave in crazy, un-choreographed traffic in a
foreign country. “I’ll go on the back of yours. You do know what you’re doing, right?”
    Images
came to mind of us being impaled on the bike rack on the front of a bus, or run
over by a truck carrying piñatas. I shuddered.
    Brax
scoffed. “I’ve driven a Harley. How hard can a moped be?”
    Pretty
damn hard, especially with maniacs driving circles around us.
    I
scowled playfully. “You drove the Harley for all of ten minutes.”
    Bill,
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