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hard once again.

“Fuck.” She reared back, desperately wanting his mouth where his fingers were.

He nipped at the side of her neck and pinched the other nipple at the same time, and the most exquisite pleasure shot through her. Her knees weakened even more.

“I need to come, Bobby,” she pleaded, the sound desperate and weak. She dropped her head to her chest and squeezed her eyes closed tight. “I need it so bad.”

“Soon, baby.” He kissed the back of her neck. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Very soon.”

His fingers slowed then, as if unwilling to give her the joy of an orgasm just yet, and as they transitioned into long, slow strokes, she could hear her juices slicking along her folds. She kept her eyes closed and rode high on the delicious moment, her hips still moving against him, pushing back, seeking more. And somehow, he even managed to slow her movements.

She seemed to float out of her body, and she wondered if she might pass out. But if so, would it be from pleasure or need?

And then Bobby changed things up yet again.

Suddenly, he removed his hands from her body and shoved her jeans and panties to the floor. He stood tall behind her and rolled a condom down over himself. As he did, she glanced back in anticipation, her breaths once again picking up, and she kicked one leg free of her clothes.

“Now?” she asked.

He nodded. His features were drawn tight. “Now.”

Once protected, he bent her back over the couch, spread her legs with a knee, and then he was inside her.

They both gasped. Both arched.

“Oh, God.” She shuddered.

He was big, and he filled her up. Her body stretched to accommodate him, and he began to move. But when she dropped her head to her chest again, focusing on her own movements as she met him thrust for thrust, he fisted a handful of her hair and tugged.

“Watch,” he demanded.

She forced her eyes open as he pulled her head up, and what she hadn’t noticed before now filled her vision. A television sat directly in front of them, no picture on the screen, and their image reflected back. Her breasts, spilling out the front of her shirt, and him like some freaking Viking warrior, pumping into her from behind, was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Her breasts jiggled every time he thrust, and she couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried.

He slammed harder into her, and she whimpered with the beauty of it. With the pleasure of it. He kept his one hand on her hip, holding her where he wanted her and increased his speed. And as he pumped, as she ground back into him, their eyes met and held in their reflection.

“I like you like this,” he told her. He leaned forward and nipped at her ear. “I fucking love you like this,” he growled. Then he released her hair and slipped his fingers down the front of her body until they hovered over her clit. “But before I let you come, you have to promise that we get to do this all over this damned apartment tonight.”

She nodded, the movement jerky. That she could definitely promise.

“Say it,” he grunted.

“I promise,” she whimpered.

And then he sent her soaring.

Chapter Seven

Holy hell.

Jewel gulped as she kept her gaze on Bobby, who was currently making his way through the crowd on the opposite side of the arena, food and drinks held above his head. He smiled at whatever someone said as he passed them, and her heart thudded a little harder. The man remained as hot today as the night he’d first bent her over the couch. And she had as big a crush on him now as ever.

Four weeks.

It has been four sexy, hot, sleep-deprived blissful weeks.

They’d been together every night since that first one, and she still couldn’t look at him without getting turned on. He was insane in bed.

No wonder Bria always came back. Hell, she probably would, too, if he’d let her.

She shook her head, knowing that wouldn’t be the case. They’d agreed that this was a summer fling, and no more. Exclusivity while it lasted, but once his stint in Birch Bay was over, they would go their separate ways. He had his future to focus on, after all. And she would have a new job to find.

She sighed. At least, she assumed she’d have to find a job. Rolls Royce remained unridden and Easup still got the look of a man who’d grabbed hold of a