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When she released him, Jarod dropped to his knees in front
of her, pulling her face to his. He needed to kiss her. She was rocking his
world, pulling him from his comfortable existence and showing him paradise.

Their tongues tangled for dominance. Jarod pushed her back, rising
to crawl over her. He kicked off his pants as he moved, resting on his elbows
as he devoured her. She met him halfway, wrapping her legs around his hips and
welcoming his kisses with warm ones of her own.

He’d never been much for kissing. He figured it was a part
of foreplay women expected and wanted, but he’d never found much pleasure in
the act as a whole. For him, it was a means to an end, a way to get into a
woman’s pants.

Kissing Stephanie opened his eyes to a whole new world. He
gripped her face, tilting it this way and that as he let himself be swept away
by the overwhelming sensation of his lips pressing against hers. He wasn’t sure
how long they kissed, but he was aware of his cock thickening against her
thigh.

Stephanie turned her head, gasping for a breath, and he
reluctantly let her go. “Round two already? Thought there was going to be a
two-hour break.”

He grinned. “What can I say? You’ve stirred up the hornet’s
nest.”

“So hurry up and sting me.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I’d like to revise my
previous statement. I’m thinking several times isn’t as far out of the ballpark
as I thought.”

“Lucky me.” She reached down and grasped his cock in her
hands. He sucked in a deep breath.

“Jesus, I love your hands on me.”

“I need you inside me. Now.”

Turning, he opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a
condom.

“Let me.” She took the foil wrapper from his hands and
mercifully had it in place in two shakes. He expected the blowjob to take the
edge off his arousal, but that wasn’t turning out to be the case.

Stephanie placed the head of his cock at her opening. Both
of them paused and looked at each other. Jarod wasn’t sure what Stephanie’s
feelings were, but tonight was ranking fairly high on his list of best nights
ever. He moved closer, kissing her as he pressed into her body. Her legs
tightened around his waist, pulling him closer as her arms encircled his neck.

They were connected at every point, their bodies merging as
he pushed to the hilt in a continuous forward motion. Both of them moaned in
unison when he completed the journey home.

Moving closer, he let his lips explore her face, drifting
down to her neck. As he notched up the intensity of his kisses, Stephanie
writhed beneath him.

“God,” she whispered when he bit her shoulder. “Fuck me,
Jarod. Hard. I want to feel you. All of you.”

It was a beautiful invitation and a sentiment he shared.
She’d awakened something primitive inside him and he felt the need to claim
her, mark her, destroy her for anyone else but him.

He gripped her legs and dragged them over his shoulders. He
wanted her open, vulnerable, under his control. She shivered slightly as he
studied her face.

Without speaking, he took her. Exactly as she’d asked. He
retreated rapidly, pistoning back into her body without cease. Her cries grew
louder, more frantic as her pussy clenched around his cock, silently begging
for more.

“Harder,” she yelled and he took her at her word. Her legs
were locked around his neck and her hands gripped his upper arms, seeking
support. She met him blow for glorious blow. He cupped her ass in his palms,
loving the firm handfuls she provided. He tightened his grip and she gasped. He
started to release her, but she cried out, “No! Harder!”

Impossible as it seemed, his cock thickened even more with
her demand. She wanted exactly what he wanted. Hell, she wanted more than he’d
ever dreamed of taking from a woman. He slapped her ass and she groaned.

“Again,” she begged.

He smacked the other cheek, his hips still thrusting, moving
inside her body with the force of a freight train. He smacked her several more
times, alternating the placement and power of his blows, then he reached down
and touched her clit.

She exploded, screaming as she came. Jarod couldn’t stop,
couldn’t resist the pressure of her cunt as it clamped down on his cock. He
burrowed deeper, faster, and felt his eyes roll back into his head as he came.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. “Holy fuck.”

His wits were shattered, his resistance to this woman and
what she would mean to him utterly destroyed. He didn’t move from her body.
Instead he dropped to his elbows and together, they struggled to find their
breath. With each gasp, each pant, her breasts rubbed against his chest and he
knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d want her once again.

Stephanie stirred and glanced around at her unfamiliar
surroundings. Then she remembered. Jarod’s bedroom. She’d slept the sleep of
the dead and wouldn’t be surprised to discover she’d been unconscious for
years. Typically she was a light sleeper, but he’d worn her out—deliciously so.

A light kiss brushed her shoulder and she realized what—or
should she say who—had woken her.

“Round two?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I think this is round three.”

“Ah, we’re counting orgasms. Then you’re right.”

Jarod pushed her onto her stomach, rising to straddle her
upper thighs. He ran his hands along her bare back in a half-caress,
half-massage and she sighed, the sensation blissful, soothing, relaxing.

“If you’re trying to wake me up, that’s not working.”

He chuckled, placing another kiss on her shoulder. “I’m not
worried. We have time.”

She considered that, trying not to let it bother her.

Why was she still here? She’d had every intention of leaving
after her last orgasm. Problem was he’d fucked her into oblivion. She didn’t
even remember crawling under the covers and falling asleep.

His hand brushed her bare ass and she grinned. Lucky for
her, she’d stuck around. Jarod was a killer in bed, slashing all previous
lovers from her mind. Her pussy went wet merely thinking about how amazingly
his cock filled her.

Jarod nipped the spot he just kissed. “Still with me?”

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed against the soft pillow beneath her
head. “Sort of.”

He planted a line of wet kisses along her spine and she
shuddered. A previously undiscovered erogenous zone. Interesting.

No man had ever kissed her as much as Jarod. She would have
said she didn’t need the kissing. Would have confessed she wasn’t interested in
it, but Jarod changed that. Made the act exciting, almost vital.

“I love your lips on me.” She’d also given up attempting to
hide her thoughts from him. It seemed like her voice and head were two separate
entities in that regard. She’d never revealed so much to past lovers, yet with
Jarod, she found it impossible to shield her feelings, one truth after another
falling from her lips.

She dismissed that uncomfortable thought from her mind.
She’d try to figure out what the hell was going on tomorrow. Right now, she was
just going to enjoy the ride.

Rather than reply to her admission, Jarod drifted lower,
planting kisses on her ass. His five o’clock shadow tickled her sensitive skin
and she giggled. She felt his lips tip up in a smile. After several idyllic
moments of Jarod’s lips and hands caressing her body, he moved away, kneeling
above her once more.

“Lift your ass,” he prompted, grasping her hips and moving
her into the position he desired. “Put your knees underneath you.”

She felt boneless and edgy—two emotions she would have
thought impossible partners. Jarod left her completely relaxed, while
unbearably horny. She needed sex more than she’d ever needed it, an odd
realization in light of the fact she’d already had two remarkable orgasms
earlier.

“I want to fuck you from behind.”

She arched her back and tried not to purr like a well-loved kitten.
Doggy-style was one of her favorite positions. “Hell yeah,” she whispered.

She heard the tearing of a wrapper and then his covered cock
rubbed against her clit. She groaned as he taunted her with long, strong
strokes along her slit, his cock never quite making it to the spot where she
needed it most.

“Put it inside me,” she pleaded.

“Not yet.”

Her impatience got the better of her. She hated being
denied. Reaching back, she tried to grasp his cock, determined to guide him to
her opening.

He pulled back. Looking over her shoulder, she shot him a
dirty look, but he wasn’t moved by it.

“Hurry up.”

He shook his head, the touch of his cock on her body gone
completely.

“You’re not in charge. My bed, my rules.”

She snorted. “I’ll remember that. The next time we have one
of these sleepovers, we’ll stay at my place and revenge will be sweet.”

Crap. Had she just invited more of this, another night with
him? So much for playing it cool, keeping things casual.

Jarod’s erect cock rode high against his stomach, but he
didn’t move it back into play. Instead, his next touch came from his fingers.
Stroking her clit, he applied a steady pressure until she was squirming beneath
him, panting and on the verge of begging. She was so close.

His fingers drifted to her pussy and he pushed two inside.
She winced slightly at the sudden invasion. He’d used her hard earlier—just the
way she liked.

“Sore?”

“A little.” She didn’t care. “Keep going.”

“You’re a demanding little thing. What part of
I’m in
charge
are you struggling with?”

She wanted to call him to task for his words, but before she
could utter a sound, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and moved even
farther back. The tip of his wet finger rimmed her anus and she froze.

“Want to play?” he asked.

“What did you have in mind?” As if she didn’t know.

He wiggled his finger. “Guess.”

She tried to think of a witty response, but her mind was
drawing a complete blank. Jarod had sexed her stupid. “Okay. Play away.”

He reached into the nightstand drawer and, for a moment, she
thought she might have been smarter to ask for more details when he pulled out
a tube of lubrication.

Jarod pressed some lube onto his finger then rubbed it
around her anus. “This might make things a bit easier.”

She struggled to take a breath as he continued to rub the
lube around the tight hole.

Slowly he applied more force, the finger going deeper into
her ass with each subtle pass. She wasn’t a stranger to anal play. She’d bought
a butt plug at a sex shop once because she was curious about the act. However,
her solo attempts had fallen flat and she’d given up before she’d really tried.
Her plug play was nothing compared to Jarod’s explorations.

He delved deeper and Stephanie moved into each thrust,
trying to capture more of the refreshingly wicked feeling.

Once his finger was completely lodged in her ass, he wiggled
it inside her.

“Dear God.” She rested her face against the pillow, her
pussy empty and jealous. She was on the verge of the mother of all orgasms. She
just needed…more. “Jarod. Please.”

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the nape of her neck.
“You look so beautiful.”

Damn him. With his soft touches and sweet words, Jarod was
making it hard for her to remain aloof. Sex was sex. It had never meant
anything more.

But with him, it felt like it
did
mean more. It felt
like it mattered. He was getting under her skin and touching parts of her she’d
thought impenetrable.

She tried to shake off the unwelcome thought. She’d made a
commitment to her friends. Three years of hard work and dedication to make Books
and Brew a success. She had one more year left on that promise. She didn’t have
time for a serious relationship. Shit. She didn’t even want a man in her life.
Did she? In the past, she’d always been happy to be footloose and fancy-free.
Why would she invite this complication?

Jarod’s cock washed away all her anxieties and troubling
thoughts as it breached the opening of her cunt. His finger was still buried
deep in her ass and, as he thrust inside, she was caught up in a tidal wave of
red-hot sensations.

Placing her hands flat against the headboard, she forced her
body back as Jarod propelled forward. She saw flashing lights behind her closed
eyelids as she strained for more—harder, deeper. She loved rough sex, craved
it. In the past, she’d never found a lover willing to step over that line
between pleasure and pain. Jarod didn’t just step over. He bought property and
moved in. With his finger and his cock, he proved his willingness to give her
exactly what she wanted.

They moved together in a flurry of hard, fast motions and
Stephanie couldn’t keep quiet as she came. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.” She
fell face-first into the pillow, her body trembling with her orgasm.

Jarod’s voice mixed with hers and his hand tightened on her
hip as he joined her. “God dammit,” he groaned, his pleasure sounding almost
like agony.

Stephanie faded in and out of consciousness for several
minutes—dizzy, lightheaded, overwhelmed. She felt Jarod leave her body, heard
him walk to the bathroom. She was vaguely aware of him returning to the bed,
crawling in beside her and spooning her. The last thing she recalled was his
hot breath on the back of her neck and his quietly muttered, “Good night.”

When she opened her eyes again, morning was breaking. A
quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told her it was almost six a.m.
She’d spent the entire night—with Jarod. She sighed. She wasn’t an overnight
kind of girl. Always in the past, she’d either left or shown her lover to the
door before falling asleep. Last night with Jarod, she hadn’t had the strength
to drive home.

It was Jarod’s fault. He’d well and thoroughly fucked her.