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Authors: Marie James

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“This will have to do,” I mutter to myself, grateful to have anything remotely close to my favorite candy.

I turn down the next aisle and see Kadin crouched low looking at items on a bottom shelf.

He notices me, grabs items off the shelf, and stands. “What do you think?” He asks holding the boxes in front of him. “Barely there or ribbed for her pleasure?”

I gape at the merchandise in his hands and then look around the store for the clerk I saw lurking around earlier.

We both take steps toward each other, closing the distance between us. We should never have had sex the first time without condoms, but now is as good a time as any to begin.

I tap my finger on the bottom of my chin in contemplation. “I think the ribbed for her pleasure will be best.”

“Are you disgruntled, lover?” He asks with a smirk. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Sex isn’t pleasurable enough with me; you need ribs now too?”

I snort an unladylike laugh. “No,
lover
. The ribbed ones are magnums, and well,” I cut my eyes to the front of his pants, “you have a big cock.”

Now it’s his turn to drop his jaw and look around for the creepy clerk. “Who knew you had such a dirty mouth, London.”

I smile wide at him and his playfulness. He places the box we don’t need back on the shelf and steps close to me, his body almost flush to mine. I can feel the heat coming off of his body and my thoughts suddenly run impure.

He drops the box into the hand basket I’m holding. “You sure that’s enough,” I whisper huskily to him.

“More?”

“You never know. Several days until we leave.”
We can also use them when we get to your place in Spokane
. I don’t say it out loud, and it’s not until the thought comes to my head unprovoked that I begin to have concerns for what we will look like once he returns to reality.

Sarcastically he grabs the two remaining boxes off of the side-counter and drops them in the basket.

“Thirty-six may be pushing it,” I huff playfully.

“You never know,” he says, repeating my words and walking past me with a wink.

An hour later we are back at the cabin, both of us in his home gym. I’m on the treadmill watching him hang up an impressively large punching bag. I lick my lips at the sight of his back flexing and rippling as he picks it up and hangs it from the massive hook he installed into the exposed beam of the ceiling.

I offered to help him, and he laughed at me, which honestly pissed me off a bit. Truthfully I’d never be able to lift that bag, and now the anger has completely subsided at the image of him doing all the work. I’m grateful running is like second nature to me and requires no real thought; my body just performs from years of developed muscle memory.

Next, he wraps red, athletic tape around his wrists and palms and tugs on a pair of simple fingerless gloves. I nearly stumble and fall face first on the treadmill as he strikes at the bag. I wish I could see the pure beauty of the action, the training and strength it takes to make the enormous bag shift the way it did. Instead, my skin gathers a sheen of sweat that wasn’t there a second ago, and I begin to tremble.

I know Kadin and Brian aren’t the same persons, but seeing a man do something that my body reads as violent is unnerving. I quickly hit the red stop button on the treadmill and hastily exit the room. My pulse is fluttering harder than I know it would if only the exercise on the treadmill was warring in my body.

I enter the guest room across the hall from Kadin’s and strip my clothes off, leaving a trail behind me as I make my way to the bathroom. I found some bubble bath at the store when we were out and sinking into a hot bath sounds perfect right now. I don’t get the vibe from Kadin that he’d ever strike me, so I don’t know why my body had the reaction it did earlier.

I’m naked by the time I reach the tub to turn on the water and pour in the bubbles. The water flow in this house is amazing, and the tub is ready within just a few short minutes. I slump into the tub and close my eyes the second I step in. Gardenias, which happened to be the only scent they had at the little store, is not my favorite smell, but it works in a pinch.

The faint touch of Kadin’s hand on my face pulls me from my calming thoughts. My eyes go wide, and I audibly gasp, not hearing him come in. He holds his hands up beside his head in mock surrender.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he admits.

I notice his hands are free from the tape and gloves and the thin layer of sweat glistening on his chest and arms is the only thing that even hints at his workout.

“I turned around, and you were gone. Did you get the seven miles you said you were going to do done that fast?” He stands from the edge of the tub where he’d perched when my eyes were closed.

“I kind of freaked out when you started hitting the bag,” I confess, deciding to lay it all out there.

He tilts his head, momentarily confused; then understanding hits him. I love that he’s paid enough attention to what I’ve told him that I don’t have to explain my reaction. “Fuck, London. I wasn’t even thinking about it.” He looks like he wants to reach for me and I hate that he doesn’t, unsure of where we now stand. “I’d never hit you. Fuck, I’d never hit any woman.”

I reach my hand out to him. “Join me?”

He gives me a tentative look proving he’s undecided about how to proceed. Finally after glancing from my hand to my eyes several times he kicks off his shoes and strips unceremoniously out of his sweats and socks. Even though his cock is soft it remains incredibly impressive; apparently he’s a shower
and
a grower.

I scoot forward in the tub when I can tell his intention is to climb in behind me.

“No jets?” He asks as he pulls me back against his chest.

“I didn’t want to deal with the mess the bubbles would make,” I answer honestly.

He chuckles. “I never would’ve even thought of that.” After a few minutes of silence, he says, “I seriously didn’t mean to scare you earlier.”

I squeeze his arms tighter around me. “You didn’t frighten me. It was the situation for some reason I responded to. I honestly thought I was over all of that shit that happened with Brian. I never thought I could be triggered like that.” I turn my head when I feel him dip his mouth closer to my neck. “I was watching you work, and it was incredibly sexy, and then all of a sudden it wasn’t.”

I feel him nip my shoulder with his teeth, then lick the pain away with a hot sweep of his tongue. I also feel him thicken behind my back which makes me want to squirm against him.

“Let me remind you what else these hands can do,” he says unwrapping his arms from around my waist. One hand travels north to cup a breast, and the other slowly glides down my wet stomach, skating tenderly over my already swollen clit.

“Fuuuck,” I hiss through my teeth, opening my eyes to find London’s amazing mouth wrapped around my straining erection. My hand instinctively reaches out to grip a handful of her hair as her sinful mouth slowly glides up to the tip.

“Good morning,” she whispers before she engulfs me again.

I can only nod my head in answer and smile like an idiot. That is until she forms a tight suction and her cheeks collapse, my throbbing cock getting the full effect of her amazing mouth. If she keeps it up, I will be the only one having a ‘good morning.’

I sit up and sweep my hands under her arms, forcing her to release me from her mouth. I slide down as I pull her up until my face is at the apex of her thighs staring at her swollen cleft. It appears she’s been awake and needing for much longer that I’d originally suspected.

She hisses and bucks violently at the first harsh swipe of my tongue. Holding onto the headboard, she looks down, meeting my eyes as she bites down on her lip to keep from whimpering so loudly. I want her out of control. I want her so lost in her pleasure that she doesn’t have the wherewithal to even try to be considerate of the noise level. I get my wish when I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.

She reaches down with one hand and tangles it in my unruly hair, rotating her hips and grinding harder against my mouth. I close my eyes and welcome the sound of her moaning and erratic breaths.

“Oh God. Kadin!” I shift her forward an inch and sink my tongue into her heat just as the first convulsion of her core begins. I nearly come myself when her delicious pussy grips my tongue in waves of pleasure. She grows languid and relaxed as her orgasm ebbs, and she settles petal-soft onto my chest.

I wrap one arm around her to keep her from falling and shift my weight so I can reach into the open box of condoms on the bedside table. I’m thankful one is loose from the rest, and I make quick work of getting it open and rolled down my cock.

London is practically dead weight from her apparent earth-shattering release. I glide her further down my body, positioning myself at her entrance.

“London? I need to…” Before I can even continue to beg, she suddenly shifts her weight backward and takes me to the hilt. We groan simultaneously, and I’m thankful for the desensitization the condom provides because if I just went into her bare like this, I would’ve come immediately.

I grip her hips preventing any movement that she may have in mind. I keep my hips static, my cock buried deep and nuzzle her neck with my nose, licking at her pulse point which is surprisingly more accelerated that I would’ve imagined with her calm appearance.

I bend my knees and shift my legs up to allow my body the traction I’m going to need. With her laying on my chest, I hold onto her hips and slam my hips forward, impaling her further on my length. Her gasp turns to whimpers as I set a brutal pace, one I hope gets her off again before I blow.

I love the sound the bed is making as it taps periodically against the wall. The furniture in the room is all handmade and extremely sturdy, and I know just what kind of power is required to make it move. London and I found that out several days ago.

My balls draw up and just as I’m about to apologize to London for coming too soon she clamps her teeth on my shoulder, and her pussy grips me like a pulsing fist. It grabs me and pulls me over as well.

“London!” I gasp as my orgasm hits full force, both of our bodies clenching and pulsing together.

She releases my neck, and I moan at the feel of the blood flowing back into the damaged area.

“Sorry,” she mumbles and kisses the tender spot.

“Did you draw blood?” I chuckle and trace her spine with the tip of a finger. She has perfect skin, I think even when my hand glides over the thin scars that mar her back. “I didn’t take you for a biter, London.”

“I didn’t draw blood.” She tilts her head back to the side looking again at my neck. “Close but not quite. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m not complaining, but don’t pretend this is the first time you bit me. It’s not.”

Her cheeks flush further, and she rolls her lips inward between her teeth to keep from smiling. “I’ve never bitten anyone before,” she admits shyly. She lies back down against my chest, and the tickle of her hot breaths against my neck sends a welcome chill over my body. “But then again,” she whispers in my ear. “I’ve never come like that before either.”

And my dick is rock solid instantly. Pleasing a woman is one thing; pleasing a woman better than her prior lovers? That is an incredible honor to carry.

I reach out to smack her on the ass, but remind myself of her past and stop before I follow through with the action. Instead, I grip her luscious rear in both hands.

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