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she d been too weepy to pay them any mind. Guess we won t be trying any more
missionary sex for a while.
He pulled her back against him, thumbing her hair off her shoulder so he could
nuzzle her neck. Getting his drift, she threw her leg back over both of his, and bit
her lip hard enough to draw blood when he brushed the strip of curls at the apex of
her thighs. Still wet. Teasingly, he flicked her clit, his chuckle ruffling her hair.
Back must not hurt too bad.
God, just do it. Laughing helplessly, she reached behind her and guided him
in, her sighs blending with his as she took him to the hilt. The fit was even snugger
this way, the angle even more extraordinary. His erection stroked her exactly right,
gliding over the swollen spot inside her pussy that made her tingle from head to toe.
When she ground against him, his gentle squeeze of her breast made her
pause. This one time& He nibbled her ear as he slid out, then in again. Just
enjoy.
As if he needed to ask twice.
Beethoven s Fifth crescendoed on the CD, the perfect backdrop to the inferno
exploding in her body. She trapped his hand in hers, linking their fingers while he
pumped his cock deeper, faster. His harsh pants scalded her skin as she arched,
straining toward the climax she neared with each ragged breath.
She shuddered in his arms, feeling him tense as her orgasm roared through
her system. A stunned whimper shattered the thick silence. Hers. His. She couldn t
differentiate. All she could do was ride the delirious wave of scorching pleasure
until it bottomed out.
His hips never stopped moving. God, had anything ever felt so& intimate? She
didn t have to face him to feel linked. It was if their mingled breaths and hearts
were one.
Need flared anew, nowhere near quenched. Even the pain in her back was a
distant memory. All she knew was that she wasn t satisfied yet, would never be
satisfied until he d found his release.
Until she d given it to him.
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As soon as she d recovered, she rolled over onto her hands and knees, dragging
him with her. She flexed her pussy around him, sliding up and down his cock. The
wet friction built, driving her up again. But she ignored her body s demands and
reached down between them to feather his tight balls. She knew he was close. A
heartbeat away.
With a fractured oath, he dug his fingers into her hips and slammed her
forward and back on his length, forgetting her soreness. Forgetting everything but
his own desperation. Just as she d hoped.
And on a groan that was her name, he let go, taking her with him one more
time.
Silence reigned as she fought to get her breath and her bearings. He shifted,
and they collapsed to the mattress in a tangled heap. She burrowed into his
embrace, holding his arm prisoner between her breasts just in case he thought he d
make a getaway.
Not this time.
Not weird, she whispered, noting the CD had finally stopped.
No. His drowsy, satisfied voice coaxed a smile onto her lips. Not weird at
all.
The phone shot her awake what seemed like minutes later, though a quick
check of the clock proved it had been hours. Besides that, it was past seven. She
should have been working out hours ago.
Her crankiness at being awakened vanished as she sneaked a glance at Shawn
over her shoulder. He was sprawled flat on his back, lost in dreamland. Pesky
interruptions like phones never intruded on him when he was getting his z s.
She grinned. Lucky bastard.
The phone rang again, and she inched toward it, swatting Shawn s hand away
when he grabbed at her halfheartedly. She looked back at him as she snatched the
receiver, unsurprised to note he d already dropped back into sleep.
Some things never changed.
There was a pause after she said hello. Then Dillon Griffin s voice boomed into
her ear. Rachel?
She swallowed, suddenly feeling like a high school kid caught making out with
her boyfriend on the living room couch. Shawn s father was the second-best thing to
her own, after all. Uh, hi, Mr. Griffin. She tossed a desperate glance at Shawn,
still blissfully unconscious. How are you?
Fine, thanks. How s New York?
What, no questions about why she was in Shawn s hotel room at just past
seven in the morning? Yeah, everyone knew they spent ridiculous amounts of time
together, but she didn t spend the night with him under normal circumstances.
Great. Weather s been perfect, not too hot.
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Done a lot of sightseeing?
Since just about the only sight she d gotten an up-close-and-personal view of
was his son s very sexy body, she cleared her throat. Some. Probably we ll She
heaved out a breath, reminding herself not to make assumptions. I ll be doing more
today.
Shawn s still asleep, I m sure.
She started to flail about for a plausible explanation, but Dillon cut her off.
It s all right, honey. I understand the situation perfectly.
Her grip on the phone faltered. How could he, when she didn t understand it
herself? You do?
I do. It s about time you and Shawn accept your destiny.
Rachel sank onto the mattress, suddenly completely unconcerned whether or
not Shawn got his beauty sleep. He d left her to deal with this, alone? I& what?
Your destiny, Dillon said matter-of-factly. Since you were a little girl, your
parents and Elaina and I have waited for you two to realize what we ve always
known. There simply couldn t be a better match for either of you.
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