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Especially when he considered that Tempest probably wouldn’t protest.

Damn it. He needed to get a grip—and not of her. Doms didn’t act this way. He was in control,
not
his hormones. Redoubling his efforts to will his erection down, somewhat unsuccessfully, he thought about ice-cold water and big, hairy spiders as he approached the counter and the clerk behind it.

The man appeared perfectly matched to the outback surroundings. Grizzly Adams couldn’t have done a better one-with-the-wilderness impression. Of course Adams wouldn’t have leered at Tempest the way this man had. His ire rising, Josh watched as the man’s blue eyes scanned up and down her frame while he licked his bottom lip. The gaze lingered on her taut breasts and the hard nipples showing through her T-shirt.

“I have a reservation,” Josh ground out as he shoved Tempest behind him, barely overcoming an instinctive need to growl, “Mine”. The man seemed unaffected by Josh’s territorial move.

“Cress?”

“Yes.” Apparently, there weren’t a lot of reservations. Josh wasn’t surprised. This didn’t exactly seem like the hub of upper Michigan. The fact that the board behind the 41

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desk was nearly full of keys confirmed his suspicion. “Your internet listing called this a bed and breakfast. I’m guessing it’s not… Where can we eat around here?”

“There’s a McDonald’s and a Taco Bell about a mile north of here. Fischer’s Grocery and Bait is a few minutes’ walk.” Fast food and a grocery-bait shop. Romantic. Not. This is what he got for being in such a hurry to make reservations. A little investigation would have served him well.

They’d make do. It was only for one night. They’d probably be too busy in bed to worry about where their food came from. If they got around to eating at all.

Behind him, Tempest made a strangled sound and buried her face between his shoulder blades. Her breathing caught, heralding her release as her fingers dug into his sides. It swelled through him, bringing him unexpected pleasure. He fought back his response as she continued to arch into his back, her teeth clenched in his shirt.

Josh fisted his fingers. If this guy didn’t hurry with their room, they’d go back to the truck and he’d nail her against the front seat. As her orgasm flattened her against him, the need to be in her—
now
—drove all reason from his mind.

Eyeing her, the clerk shoved a wad of papers at Josh to sign along with the room key. Silently, he pointed to the signature space, more interested in Tempest than whether or not Josh signed John Doe instead of his name. The lust written on the man’s craggy face made Josh uneasy and renewed anger surged through him as he scrawled his signature across the line. Who did this guy think he was to stare at a woman who was so obviously taken? If the man so much as touched her… Josh snaked a hand behind himself and cupped Tempest’s ass, pulling her flush to him. He’d allow no question as to her availability.

Damn, where the hell had this predatory nature come from? He didn’t like being this out of control. It had always been this way with her, though. Some guy would say hi and Josh wanted to pulverize him. He’d thought he’d outgrown this, but apparently not. There was just something about Tempest that shot past any control or maturity 42

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he’d gained over the years and manifested into primal territorialism. This new strain of base jealousy had been building all day, ever since she’d mentioned the fiancé.

He snatched up the key. Turning, he lifted Tempest into his arms, just as another release spasmed through her. She lurched, pressing her face into his shoulder. “Please,”

she moaned. “Oh God, stop it, please.”

He brushed his lips against her temple, tasting a salty trickle of sweat. “Hang on, angel. Almost there.”

“Is she okay?” the clerk asked.

“Not feeling well,” Josh lied. He carried her outside as fast as he could, considering his throbbing arousal. He didn’t bother to move his truck in front of their room, instead carrying her the short distance to the out-building labeled four. Tempest was so far gone she didn’t protest for him to put her down because she was supposedly too heavy.

A bunch of bull that was. She’d never been too heavy for him to carry and he liked having her in his arms like this. This move was worth repeating. He’d keep her in a sexual haze if need be. Anything to keep her from berating her weight.

Her body was perfect and right now he couldn’t think of another place he’d rather be than between her supple thighs.

His hand shook as he fit the key into the lock.

Tempest began to writhe and he almost dropped her.
Open, you goddamn door!

Suddenly, it slammed open. He rushed inside, kicking the door shut, and tossed Tempest on the bed. There would be no waiting, no more foreplay—hell, their entire day had been foreplay. Frantically, he worked at the closure of her jeans. He shoved them down to her knees. Her folds dripped with her cream as he ripped away the egg and the restraints holding it in her. A growl rose in his throat. He wanted to taste her, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to slide his fingers through the slippery honey and he wanted to tie her up and torment her. The need to be inside her took precedence over everything.

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“Please,” she rasped. Her hips lifted toward him, like a supplication to the god of lust. In the shadowy room he couldn’t see her aroused flesh, but her heady scent surrounded him. He had to taste her.

He shoved up her shirt, trapping her arms in the fabric above her head as he kissed a path from her shoulder to the deep valley between her breasts. Agilely, he unfastened the front of the scanty bra they’d purchased on their shopping spree. He peeled back the lacy cups from the firm mounds. He latched onto a pert nipple, pressing the hard peak to the roof of his mouth as he ripped open his fly. She tasted of vanilla and smelled of every dream he’d had for the last eight years. Hungrily, he ate at her breast, sucking, nipping, licking.

Nearly mindless with the need that drove him, he barely remembered to pull the condom from his pocket and roll it on. He’d known it would be like this. Hot and out of control. Thank God, he’d shoved the packet in his jeans earlier. Unable to wait even a second longer he positioned the head of his cock at her fiery opening.

The gate to heaven.

Tempest screamed out as Josh drove inside her, parting her swollen tissues with his wide cock. Her body protested the invasion, unaccustomed to his girth and length. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone—even Phillip. Sex wasn’t part of their relationship and she hadn’t wanted another guy. Every other man had fallen short of Josh. She just hadn’t bothered.

Desperate need clawed into her womb as he pistoned in and out and her body began to swell in welcome around his shaft. She’d never been so sensitive. So ready for a man to fill her. After hours of waiting followed by the orgasms that had rocked relentlessly through her body, feeling Josh moving in her sent her immediately rocketing toward another release. She arched into his frenzied thrusts. Need for him twisted tight in her belly, driving her as she rode the wild storm he built inside her.

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She bent her knees higher and opened wide for his thrusts as he laved her breast.

The small silver ball in the center of his tongue drove her mad as he flicked it over her tight nipples. She flooded around him in a hot surge. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes…”

He plowed forward, each drive growing harder yet eased by the cream surrounding him.

“God, angel, you feel so good. Yeah, like that,” he groaned as she ground her hips into him. Her cries punctuated the darkness of the room, arousing her further. She was his. His slave. Restrained beneath him yet giving him pleasure. Her fingers flexed in the fabric twisted around her wrists. She longed to investigate the tiny ring pierced through his nipple.

Her pussy clenched around him. Every ridge, every inch of his cock taunted her frantic nerve endings. The nipple piercing wasn’t the only piercing he had below his neck. She moaned as the extra ridges in his penis stimulated her sheath, touching her most sensitive spots. The sensations blurred together in a mass of pleasure but she knew he had some sort of modification there. More piercings. She ceased to care as he drove wildly inside her.

Suddenly, his teeth sank into her upper breast, hard enough to stake his possession.

Not enough to really hurt. She wanted more.

“Yes,” she cried and then he was there at her mouth, kissing her as if he’d breathed his last breath and he needed hers to survive. It was desperate and as needy as she felt, taking everything she could give. His tongue plunged between her lips. There was nothing civil in this mating. It was all consuming—wild. They’d left civil hours behind them in the restaurant where they’d reunited.

In this dark, stuffy room their flesh melded, sticking as rivulets of sweat marked their desperation. She struggled to get the jeans off the bottom of her legs so she could wrap her legs around him and draw him even closer. She only managed one leg but it didn’t matter as her thighs embraced his waist and her ankles crossed behind his pistoning hips.

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Her release tingled in her core while she met him, stroke for stroke. Slowly it seeped outward into her limbs while her center screamed to release lightning throughout her.

“Now Tempest,” Josh growled. “God, now.”

At his word, the golden warmth mutated into a desperate beast. It suddenly clawed to her extremities, obedient to his word as it had always been. She arched beneath him.

Exquisite pleasure held her frozen while he continued to pound into her clenching pussy. Each thrust shoved her orgasm higher and deeper. So deep. She’d never experienced this bone-melting rush with anyone but him. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took gasping breaths between choked cries and unintelligible utterances.

Josh grunted, muttering her name so harshly it seemed half curse. He grasped her hips dragging her tight to his groin as he came and waves of pleasure poured over her.

It went on and on, tearing a scream from her until spent, she collapsed onto the mattress and he let her go. His mouth brushed her ear while his fingers feathered over her inner elbow.

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on,” he murmured.

What?
Tempest squinted at him through the inky darkness. He was quoting
Shakespeare
? His fingers traced down her raised arms to her shoulder until he splayed one hand over her neck. Another shudder tore through her. She understood this. His fingers like this, mimicking a wide collar.
His. His dream.

The silent signals had been an integral part of their relationship before. Josh didn’t believe in ruling his submissive with the flogger, whips or spanking. Those things had been an active element in their bedroom but not as punishment. He’d always said she was perfect for him because it took so little for her to obey him and bring him pleasure.

She’d rather have had the flogger sometimes. Instead, her Master punished by withholding her release.

His fingers moved slightly and she pushed into them, answering his unspoken statement of ownership.

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His.
For so long, she’d shared the same dream he had. Living as they wished. A life together. She’d wanted to be his… She almost sighed as regret began to needle her. She only had ten days to erase him from her system. Then finally she’d move on, with her life and her career. Most of her things were already packed and she had the money to support herself while she got her business off the ground.

Being with Josh today had cemented in her head that no matter what, she couldn’t be with Phillip. What she felt with him didn’t come close to what she felt with Josh.

Every moment with Josh was intense yet she had an easy camaraderie with him.

She’d been lying to herself to think she could expunge him from her system in a few days. Josh would always own a part of her. But he could only have these few days—not even the fourteen he’d demanded.

She couldn’t tell him. He’d be furious when he discovered but there was little she could do for it. If she hadn’t agreed to the two weeks, she wouldn’t be here in his arms.

Guilt ate at her. What would he do if she told him now? She couldn’t risk it. As mercenary as it might seem, she wanted as much time with him as she could get before she had to say goodbye forever.

“What is it?” he asked, stroking her sweaty hair back from her temples. He stared down into her eyes, his gaze concerned as he seemed to search inside her soul.

She glanced away, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. She licked her lips. “Nothing.”

“Tempest. Don’t lie to me.”

She shook her head. She couldn’t tell him what she was thinking, so she struck upon another truth. “This is so…unexpected. When I got up this morning, I never thought I’d be in bed with you by dinner.”

He nipped her neck. “But what a delightful dinner it is.”

Distracting him with sex was a very good idea. If only she could forget her deception…

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He buried his nose in her hair. His hips shifted, rubbing into her clit. “It feels so good inside you.”

“Mmm, yes,” she sighed, temporarily forgetting her worries. They ceased to matter much when he moved over her, his cock still firm and growing harder by the moment.

His hand crept up her torso to cup her over-sensitive breast, gently twisting the pearled nipple. Tempest moaned as the heat built in her center once again. How many times would it take before her body was sated? She’d orgasmed countless times. And she still needed more. And more. And more.

It was always this way with Josh. It didn’t matter if it had been three minutes since she’d found release or three hours. He could rebuild the fire within her with the slightest of touches.

“That’s right, angel,” he murmured as she arched beneath him, moaning for more.

“Whose are you?”

“Yours, Master,” she gasped, her hips jerking. “Yours.”