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nowhere. When Summer quieted and slumped against the bed, Gage released her neck and thrust his cock deep, practically fucking her into the mattress. His balls drew up close as he shouted her name.
    “God, yes, come for me, Gage,” she groaned beneath him.
    Her quiet demand did him in. He lifted her hips, then pushed into her snug cunt once more, fusing them together irrevocably. He exploded, warm jets of come filling the condom.
    Gage collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her. As he swept her sweat-soaked hair off her cheek and kissed her, peace stole through him.

Chapter Six
     
    Summer’s muscles burned. Damn, her pussy still throbbed. She’d never had sex like what she’d just experienced with Gage. She felt a bit guilty for thinking such a traitorous thought, but it was true nonetheless. Sex with Seth had been enjoyable, soft and easy. Comfort was high on the list, variety wasn’t. Gage had just given her a taste of something sizzling and exciting. She could so easily become addicted to the delicious man.
    She forced herself to remember the number one rule: Gage wasn’t staying. Soon he’d go back to his life in Ohio, and she’d have to get on with living. Without him. Summer let out a breath. She simply wasn’t cut out for casual summer flings. When Gage started to slip out of her, she instantly chilled. Already she wanted him buried deep again.
    “Stay put, baby, I’ll be right back.”
    She turned and sat up in time to see him enter the bathroom. A large, curving tattoo covered the top half of his back. She was too far away to see what the intricate design was, but ink on Gage was sexy as hell.
    As she stood and started to pick up her discarded—and now very crinkled clothing—Gage came back into the room. He looked at the clothes she clutched in her hand and frowned.
    “Going somewhere?”
    A mere two words, but they were enough to make her body respond with a rush of liquid fire. Summer straightened her spine and pulled on her tank, trying to appear relaxed, as if she dressed in front of a naked man every day.
    “I’m going back to my own room. I have guests who will expect breakfast in the morning.”
    Gage crossed the room and stroked a finger down her cheek. “You know, when a man gives a woman an orgasm, he expects her to stick around.”
    “I thought men hated all that cuddling stuff.”
    “A myth.”
    Summer couldn’t seem to focus on his words. His gentle caress was simply too distracting. “Huh?”
    All his concentration seemed to be on the finger moving from her cheek to her lower lip, he murmured, “A man wants to slide between the sheets with the woman he’s just managed to pleasure. He wants to sleep real close, hold her real tight. It sort of gives him a sense of comfort knowing she’s near.” His voice lowered an octave. “Knowing she’s his to touch, to fondle, to love, and all he has to do is reach out and she’s there.”
    Summer struggled to stay on track. “I-If I’m in your room, it may look bad to the other guests. I can’t stay here all night.” Oh, but how she ached to sleep in his warm, solid arms.
    “I have an idea that’ll suit the both of us.” He slipped his finger away from her lips and let it travel down to her breasts. He glided the single digit over and around her nipple, sparking her nerve endings. “How about I come to your room,” Gage helpfully suggested. “That way no one will know you’ve been naughty .”
    She smiled at his playfulness and secretly applauded his quick thinking. “Yes,” Summer readily agreed. Gage’s finger left her breast, and she wanted to beg him to put it back.
    Speechless, she watched as he took her shorts out of her hand and went to his knees. “Let’s get these on you, baby. I can’t have the other male guests seeing your sweet ass. That’d seriously piss me off.”
    An image of her parading around the halls buck-naked sprang to mind, and she laughed. “That really would be a sight, wouldn’t