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and thrust again.
    ‘You can take it all, darlin’, I know you can. Let me inside.’
    Lauren let out her breath, kicked off her shoes and walked her feet up his thighs until she reached his hips. With a satisfied grunt, he rocked forwards and filled her completely. Lauren screamed, grabbed at his hair and came so hard that she thought she’d died. Whatever anybody said, she knew that size did matter.
    His tongue filled her mouth, jabbing in the same vigorous pattern as his cock. Five hard deep thrusts before he came, and Lauren felt his hot come at her very centre. After a while she opened her eyes to find herself staring up at a painted white ceiling. The back of her head was cradled in one of Grayson’s large hands. He lay over her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
    ‘Does anyone live here with you?’ Lauren whispered, suddenly aware that she was half-naked in a very public place.
    Gray’s chuckle was smothered against her skin. ‘I have a housekeeper who comes in most days but I gave her the weekend off. The ranch hands have their own cook and kitchen behind the other barn.’
    He placed one hand flat on the counter and levered himself away from her. She bit her lip as his cock shifted inside her.
    ‘This wasn’t how I planned it, Lauren. I intended to be the perfect gentleman and wait until you asked me to make love with you.’ Grayson grimaced. ‘How about we start again? I’ll give you a tour of the house and barn, and then we can grab some dinner. I’m sure you’re hungry after your early start.’
    Reluctantly, she unclasped her leg from around his thigh and allowed him to pull her upright. She wanted him again and all he could talk about was food? Her displeasure must have shown in her expression. He grinned as he lifted her down.
    ‘We haven’t finished yet, darlin’. As we go around the house you can pick the next place you want to make love in.’
    Lauren attempted to smoothe down her skirt and buttoned her crumpled blouse. ‘Don’t you mean have sex?’
    Grayson’s smile died and he stared levelly back at her. He shrugged. ‘If that’s want you want to call it, go ahead.’
    Lauren ignored him, suddenly feeling as if he’d put her in the wrong. She looked around the open-plan kitchen and tried to change the subject to something she understood.
    ‘Your house looks brand new. How long have you lived here?’
    Grayson leant against the countertop, his arms folded across his chest, his jeans still unfastened. ‘I built this house two years ago, so everything’s relatively new.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Were you expecting some run-down old shack or did you think I lived in a trailer surrounded by barbed wire and cows?’
    Lauren pretended to laugh. ‘Of course not. I just wasn’t expecting this.’ She gestured vaguely with her hand. The open layout and stark simplicity of the kitchen and family room beyond reminded her of her parents’ beach house near Half Moon Bay. She wandered through to study the stone fireplace on the far wall.
    The couch was a deep red brown, large enough to sleep on and accompanied by two matching chairs. Cherry-wood floors complemented the rich colours and large picture windows. A Navajo rug added its glorious patterned design to the sun-burnished effect.
    Grayson dropped a hand on her shoulder. ‘I reckon the couch would be a good place to “have sex” don’t you think? Perhaps I’ll shoot me a bear and have a nice rug for you to lie naked on in front of a roaring fire.’
    Lauren closed her eyes as his thumb worked on the tangle of muscles in her shoulder. She leant back and came into contact with his hard chest. ‘I think I’d like that.’
    He kissed her exposed neck. ‘Would you care to see the rest of the house or do you want to stop here? I’m a very adaptable host.’
    Lauren smiled then and moved out of his range. ‘I’d love to see the rest.’ She headed back through the pristine kitchen. ‘Do you have an office here or is it