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  They fell to the floor, and my boxers followed immediately afterward.

  She halted at the sight of my dick, like an innocent woman who had never seen a man in his purest form. She stared for several seconds, the hollow of her throat shifting at the sight of me. “Wow…” Her voice escaped as a whisper, and without a hint of shame, she lifted her gaze to meet mine.

  She didn’t play games. She was easy to read, her eyes like words on a page. She’d loved and lost before, so she had nothing to lose now. She’d been married and had her heart broken, so there was no need to play it cool. She liked what she saw and told me that.

  If only her husband could see me now.

  He might actually kill me.

  We moved past the kitchen to her small bedroom. It held a queen-sized bed and a single dresser. The entire apartment was about a thousand square feet, a modest place compared to the palace she’d probably lived in before.

  We got to the bed, her lithe body underneath mine. When her head hit the pillow, she looked up at me as she licked her lips, her hands caressing my chest with soft fingertips. She opened her thighs on her own then pulled me close to her, telling me exactly what she wanted, how she wanted me to fuck her.

  Jesus, I liked this. A lot.

  My condoms were in the pocket of my jeans in the other room, and now that my fat shaft was sliding against her wet pussy, I couldn’t move. This gorgeous woman was completely open to me, her tits firm and ready to bounce, her lips anxious for my kiss.

  She saved me from the painful experience of leaving. “I have some in my nightstand.”

  I wondered how many men had been here before me, if she enjoyed her newfound single status by fucking as many guys as she wanted. She wouldn’t have a stash of condoms for any other reason. But I reminded myself that I shouldn’t care. If she weren’t looking for hot sex, I wouldn’t be there right now.

  I grabbed one and rolled it on before I positioned myself on top of her once more.

  I was so eager to fuck her, I didn’t even know where to begin.

  Had I ever been with a woman so beautiful?

  If I had to think about it, the answer was no.

  My fingers pressed against the base of my dick and pointed it downward so I could slide into her wetness. It was tight but so easy to get inside because our foreplay had thoroughly prepared her. I sank slowly, pushing against her walls as I made my way deep inside, groaning like a horny teenager the entire way.

  She did the same. When she had all of me, she looked at me with a heated gaze as if I were a god.

  Her god.

  Both of her hands gripped my ass and pulled me a little harder, getting the last inch I didn’t think she’d be able to handle. She winced slightly in pain, but it was clear she wouldn’t want it any other way.

  Jesus.

  She started to rock on me first, telling me she was perfectly fine with the pain from my size.

  This woman would be the death of me…one way or another.

  My arms were pinned behind her knees, and I thrust my hips as I pushed and pulled my dick in and out. Even with the muffling sensation of the condom, hers was the best pussy I’d ever had. I could feel the tightness of her channel, feel the lack of friction because of her juice. My eyes watched her expression as my gentle thrusts became more forceful, as her headboard started a gentle tap against the wall.

  “That’s so good…” Her tits shook with my motions, her nipples still hard from desire. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes squinting closed when the pleasure pulled her under. Her nails started to sink into my flesh, like knives carving flesh.

  She’d better not expect me to fuck her long if she was gonna act like that.

  Like the sexiest thing in the fucking world.

  I wanted to kiss her, but I was working too hard to steady my breath. Minutes passed, and my skin turned slick from the sweat. I could feel it form on my chest, feel the way her hand would slip as she tried to hold on to me.

  When she was about to come, she grabbed my ass with one hand and guided me at the speed she wanted. She wanted it fast, but she wanted it deep. She wouldn’t let me pull out because she wanted each inch inside her while my body ground against her clit. “Yes…I’m gonna come.” Emotion escaped in her broken voice, as if she couldn’t believe this miracle had arrived. She didn’t want anything to interrupt it, so she told me what was coming so nothing would sabotage it.

  As if I’d ever leave her hanging.

  Not that kind of man.

  “Annabella.” I loved saying her name, letting all those vowels roll off my tongue. It was a profound name, fitting for a woman with her sass. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” My dick was in check, and my mind was focused on the race, not the finish line.

  Her hands slid up my chest to my neck, and she cupped my face as she breathed hard in pleasure. Her hips rocked with mine, and she kissed me with trembling lips. Her pants were filled with moans. Her nails were filled with flesh and sweat. She breathed into my mouth, each breath growing farther and farther apart.

  And then she came.

  Her lips stopped kissing mine so she could scream instead. Her pleasured moans hit me right in the face, her warm breath washing over me. Her head tilted back onto the pillow as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Her hand smacked down onto the bed beside her, and she clutched the sheets until they nearly tore. “Yes…yes.” Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and streaked down the sides of her face until they vanished into the pillow. It was a powerful performance, enough to really make me feel like a god.

  My ego exploded.

  When her high started to dwindle, she came back to me, her arms hooking around my neck so she could kiss me in gratitude.

  As if she owed me anything.

  Baby, it was a pleasure.

  She kissed me as she continued to rock her hips, her channel softening now that the sensation had passed. “God…” Her nails dragged down my back, tracing the muscles on either side of my spine.

  Fuck, I wasn’t gonna last long. Not after that.

  “Now, you.” She grabbed my shoulder and rolled me onto my back.

  I wanted to tell her I had no problem coming missionary, but if she wanted to bounce on my dick, I sure as hell wasn’t going to discourage that.

  She straddled my hips then sank down my length, sliding to my balls in one quick motion.

  I closed my eyes and moaned. My back was on the sheets, and one foot hung off the edge of the bed. My eyes took in the sight of the beautiful woman on top of me, her legs spread to take my dick, her back arched so she could grind her clit against me. Her small belly extended slightly, but I liked the curve.

  Then she rode my dick like she was the queen of my cock.

  She planted her hands against my hard stomach for balance and rolled her hips over and over.

  Jesus-fucking-Christ.

  I propped myself up on one elbow and grabbed her hip with the other, wanting to feel her body move as she worked to please me. I saw the way her skin gleamed from my sweat that had transferred to her body. Her tits bounced in the most erotic way, up and down with her thrusts. My fingers spread apart, and my thumb moved over her stomach, feeling the muscle tighten before it released.

  She pressed her hand against my chest and leaned over me, trusting that I was strong enough to support her. Her eyes locked on to mine, her hair fell down, the ends landing on my chest and shoulder, and her lips parted like she was about to moan in her own ecstasy. “Come with me.”

  I closed my eyes as my body instantly shuddered. My cock obeyed her command like he was his own man. He twitched before release.

  And then erupted.

  She moaned with me, like she was coming at the same time, her pussy squeezing my cock as it thickened in release. Her forehead rested against mine as she felt the high, as she was exploding with the same euphoria that set our nerves on fire. “Yes…” She ground her clit hard against me until her high started to dissipate.

  I moaned s
o loud I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was so good, the kind of orgasm that made me see the stars. Sex wasn’t even this good when I paid for it and stated exactly what I wanted. It was the kind of pleasure that made me breathless. The kind of pleasure that humbled me…because I’d lived over thirty years without experiencing it before.

  Damn…where had this woman been all my life?

  8

  Annabella

  I lay in bed beside him, the sheets wrapped around my body up to my chest. My bedside lamp was on, and the bed was a mess from our rendezvous. Instead of hightailing it out of there right away, he lay beside me, his muscled chest peeking out from underneath the sheets. We were both tired, both immersed in the endorphins our bodies released after all the orgasms.

  I studied his perfection. Even when he was relaxed, his stomach was so tight, the muscles strong at every hour of the day. His wide chest was made of two enormous bricks. There were scars on his skin, long scratches that looked like knife wounds, but the blemishes added to his sex appeal.

  The man was so damn hot.

  And sooo good in bed.

  There were so many times I had been left hanging in the past. Men would satisfy themselves and wouldn’t even bother trying to make up for their quick climax. They would leave and I would take care of myself, but that wasn’t nearly as satisfying.

  Damien wasn’t like those jerks.

  When I turned to look at him, his eyes were already on me.

  Green eyes were set in a handsome face, deeper than a well and full of mystery. His masculine features were always hard, as if he could turn angry at any moment. But when he was calm like this, he was just intense…manly.

  I was annoyed with his previous behavior because I was sick of men acting like boys. I didn’t want to be misled. I didn’t want to be lied to. I just wanted a man who was straight with me. Damien seemed to be playing games. But I’d given him another chance because he was so hot and made me laugh.

  I was glad I did.

  Didn’t know men could fuck like that.

  He held my gaze without blinking, as if an entire conversation were passing between us. His hand reached out to me and slid into my hair, his fingertips gliding past my soft cheek. They moved to the back of my neck, where he gently massaged me. The touch was so simple and easy but so sexy at the same time.

  I closed my eyes because it felt so right.

  His fingers continued to touch me, continued to explore me. He was all muscle and testosterone, but he could touch a woman with a caress as soft as a rose petal. His hand was enormous compared to my cheek, large enough to crush my face if he lost his temper. But that intimidating strength somehow made me feel safer.

  His fingers trailed to my chin, and his thumb gently tugged on my bottom lip before he pulled his touch away.

  A man had never made me so hot with so little.

  He moved his hand behind his head and continued to watch me.

  I slipped out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt from my drawer along with a fresh pair of underwear. Then I walked into the kitchen and made two gin and tonics. I returned to the bedroom and handed one to him.

  He smiled slightly, one side of his mouth rising above the other as he stared at my offering. He accepted it with his large hand and took a drink. When he finished, he licked his lips. He gave me a slight nod in appreciation.

  I sat up against the pillows at the headboard with my body pivoted toward him. My knees were bent, and my feet were tucked close to my ass. My glass returned to my lips, and I let the alcohol numb my tongue before it moved down my throat.

  He scooted back against the headboard, sitting up with the sheets still around his waist. He didn’t get dressed, as if he had no intention of leaving.

  Good. Because I didn’t want him to go anywhere. “You’re a really good lay.”

  He stared into his glass like he was about to take a drink. That soft smile returned to his lips again, but he never got the gin in his mouth. He raised his chin and looked at me. “A man is only as good as his woman.”

  “His woman?”

  “Yeah.” He took a drink then set the glass on his thigh. “If a woman is beautiful, sexy, enthusiastic…he’s gonna work pretty hard if he wants to fuck her again.”

  “You want to fuck me again?” I asked bluntly.

  He held my gaze without flinching. “I did a good job, right?” His deep voice was like an ocean tide across my ears.

  It’d been so long since there’d been a real man in my life, and Damien’s masculine presence was exactly what I craved. My ex-husband had his faults, but he was a good man…for the most part. Damien was the first man who’d brought that excitement back into my life. It was probably just a mixture of attraction and lust, but it was exactly what I was looking for. “Five stars.”

  Even when he chuckled, it was sexy. “Did you just review me like an Amazon product?”

  I shrugged. “At least you got a perfect score.”

  “True.” He drank from his glass before he set it on the nightstand. “Does that mean you’d recommend this product to other customers?”

  “No.” I spoke my answer candidly.

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “Because I want you to myself.”

  His gaze hardened into that intense expression that was inherently sexy. He didn’t flinch at my bluntness because he knew I wasn’t looking for a serious relationship, just a good dick between my legs. “You can have me whenever you want.”

  “Good.” I scooted closer to him on the bed so our skin came into contact. “The other guys I’ve been with act like hot shit, but they have no idea what a clit is.”

  He kept up his stare without saying anything for a while. “The guys you’ve been with since your divorce?”

  I nodded. “They are either clueless or selfish. They get off and then walk out like they’re God’s gift to women.” I rolled my eyes. “And then I finish when they’re gone…” My hand moved to his arm and felt the large muscles underneath the skin. “But that’s not you.” I didn’t want to let this guy go. I wanted him on my speed dial, the guy I called for all my physical needs. Why search for someone else when I already had the perfect man?

  He continued to watch me with that same intense stare, his thoughts a mystery behind his masculine veneer. He hardly needed to blink, never flinched at the intimacy between our locked eyes. “You’re right.” His hand slid to my knee, and his callused fingers gently caressed the skin. “That’s not me.”

  When he’d ambushed me at the restaurant, I was annoyed with his forwardness. Now I considered that day to be the most magical one in recent history. A sexy man chased me until he got the answer he wanted. Now I was beside him, the loneliness and frustration replaced by joy and satisfaction.

  “Your husband wasn’t good either?”

  I flinched slightly at the personal question.

  “You don’t have to answer.”

  I was fiercely private about my life, but if Damien was the man in my bed, it was unrealistic to keep everything a secret. Besides, I had nothing to hide. “No, he was. No complaints. That was what made being single so hard.”

  His fingers continued to stroke me. “Then why did you leave him?”

  “Why do you assume that?”

  His eyes looked me over. “There’s no way a man would walk away from you—unless he’s gay.”

  Liam hadn’t walked away, but he’d done something worse…he’d betrayed me. “He slept with someone else.” The truth still left a bitterness in my mouth. I’d always worked hard to be a good partner. I watched my diet, stayed fit in the gym, and showered him with constant affection. I was spontaneous in the bedroom, surprising him with lingerie and handcuffs. I wasn’t perfect…but I put our marriage first.

  Damien didn’t react in any way, as if he’d been expecting that response.

  “Picturing him with someone else is painful on so many levels. But the disrespect is what bothers me the most. The betrayal is so insulting…his lack of loyal
ty.” I stared at his hand on my knee as the flashbacks played across my eyes.

  He nodded slightly. “You’re partners. He should always put you first. That means honesty, integrity, loyalty…all of the above.” His fingers continued to touch me. “But he’s probably not smart enough to understand all of that. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have messed around in the first place. If he comes home to you every day and still wants someone else…something is wrong with him.” His hand moved to my neck, and he brushed the hair from my shoulder. “Look at you.”

  I wasn’t shy, but that statement made me blush. The gentle touch of his fingers made bumps form on my arms. My heart raced a little faster when I felt his heat transfer to me.

  “Don’t take him back.” His thumb brushed across my bottom lip. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

  My eyes lifted to his. “What makes you think he wants me back?”

  His eyes stayed focused on mine, his hard cheekbones making his expression naturally sinister. “Just a hunch…”

  I kicked off the sheets at three in the morning.

  I was warm, sweat on the back of my neck. My eyes opened, and I saw Damien beside me, lying there with his hand on his hard chest. When he was deep asleep, his chiseled jawline was relaxed, and he didn’t seem so intense. The shadow on his jawline seemed more noticeable, even though only a few hours had passed.

  I should just go back to sleep, but now I couldn’t.

  How could I sleep when a beautiful man like that was beside me?

  The heat of my body mixed with the desire between my legs, and before I knew it, I was moving onto his chest. My legs straddled his hips, and I kissed his immobile lips. I was purposely disturbing his sleep for my own selfish reasons, but I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get enough of the fire he ignited across my entire body.

  He inhaled a deep breath when he felt me, his hands moving to my hips before he squeezed me. His eyes opened, and he watched me kiss him, the realization quickly coming into his gaze. His mouth started to move, and he kissed me like he was wide awake, his hand moving into my hair as he rolled me onto my back. “Annabella…” He spoke my name with the sexiest tone, so much affection and desire packed into the name I’d had my entire life. He gave it a whole new meaning, made me feel sexy with just the sound of his voice.