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organ made her come undone.

“Drew.” His name was a deep, throaty groan as her body tensed. She writhed as her orgasm washed over her. “Oh…God.” Her lips formed the prettiest little “O”. She pushed her legs together, squirming on the bike’s seat.

Zoë was gorgeous in the throes of passion. One by one, her muscles and tendons melted in a heap upon the leather.

That had never happened before. Climaxing without any manipulation was a first for Zoë and it was incredible. Her body hummed with sensations. Drew had awakened every nerve ending, bringing them to the surface so that just the brush of his breath and his deep voice had been the catalyst to a fantastic orgasm.

Or had it simply been her need for him? He didn’t even have to touch her to make her hot and ready. Even now her body was reheating with thoughts of him actually going down on her. His tongue stroking, wrapping around her swollen clit.

He stood in front of her, his magnificent erection jutting out before him. The moon behind him shadowed his physique, made him appear ethereal. His fingers were clenched into a fist. She couldn’t tell whether she had pleased or upset him.

“Did I tell you to close your legs, Zoë?” His tone was grating, almost hoarse. “Open them.”

Excitement raced through her with his demand. Still, she took her time to reposition her legs, spreading herself for him. Through feathered lashes she stared up at him.

His nostrils flared.

Her softened nipples drew tight into peaks once more.

For the first time in a long time she felt pride bubble up inside her. She gave him that erection. He wanted her. It might not be forever, but at least for tonight, maybe the entire weekend.

“I should punish you for coming without me.”

A smile crept across her face. “Will you spank me?” The thought released a flood of anticipation, wetting her thighs.

A rumble rose from his chest. God, she loved it when he growled. With a finger beneath her chin, he asked, “Would you like me to spank you, Zoë?” His shoulders rose and fell. His breathing elevated.

There was no hesitation in her answer. Not yes, but hell yes. “Yes.” Tie her up, flog and whip and, indeed, spank her. Zoë wasn’t new to that type of play, besides, she’d take whatever Drew was willing to give her. Another release of arousal dampened her pussy.

He swallowed, hard. “Stand up.” He took a step back to give her room to do as he requested. When she did, he said, “Face the quad.”

Her heart raced as she turned her back on Drew. What was he thinking? Her lashes brushed her cheeks. She couldn’t believe they were standing in the middle of a desert naked. Any minute someone could come upon them. Darn if the thought didn’t make her wetter.

The heat of Drew’s body almost burned as he pressed against her. His cock slid between her legs, rubbing against her moist folds. She leaned back, loving the feel of his skin on hers. His arms came around her body, his palms cupped her breasts. She felt like putty in his hands, melting at his touch. She glanced down at his large hands encompassing her. This was what she’d been missing.

His hips moved slowly, working his erection back and forth between her thighs. Teasing and pleasing but not entering her. The roughness in his tone was gone when he whispered, “You were amazing.” He paused briefly before continuing, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you come?” He ground his hips to her ass. “I almost came with you.”

His hands smoothed down her rib cage, abdomen, until he dipped a finger into her sex. “Man, baby, you’re wet. Thick, rich cream. Are you always this wet, or is this just for me?”

“You, Drew. Only you.” She meant every word. It had always been just for him.

“Mmm…” She felt his murmur against her back. “Lean forward. Rest your forearms on the seat of the quad.” When she bent, grasping the seat before dipping farther to place her forearms flat, he said, “Spread your legs. Wide.”

It was one thing baring herself and being able to see what Drew was doing, but having him behind her brought the unknown into play. She couldn’t read his expressions, look into his eyes. The position felt more vulnerable—more exciting.

“You really have a beautiful ass, baby.” A gentle touch caressed her globes and then vanished. The next sensation appeared at her ankles. Strong fingers wrapped