on my cock. Her pussy pulsed rhythmically around me, and I lost control.
I rasped and growled through clenched teeth, my orgasm tearing through me with brutal force. I fucked her barbarically, passionately, like I hated her, like I loved her, like a man completely driven by instinct and not reason or emotion. And when I came, exploding inside her with violent bliss, her face buried in my neck, everything went silent and black.
Stumbling backward, depleted and dizzy, I sank to my knees taking Margot with me. She yelped and clung to my neck like a child, sending me tumbling onto my back in the dirt.
And I laughed.
Margot
I ended up straddling him, my knees in the dirt, my arms around his neck.
He was laughing.
Laughing.
I had to smile. So that’s what it takes? An orgasm?
And speaking of orgasms, my whole body was still humming from the one he’d just given me. I’d never felt anything like it—so deep and intense I couldn’t even move while it happened. And it had happened so fast! I usually had to concentrate pretty hard to come during sex, and certain conditions had to be met for me to relax enough to let it happen. (Total darkness, soft sheets, complete privacy. Also, I didn’t love being on top because it forced me to see a man’s O face, and they were never dignified. It also made me feel sort of like being on display during a vigorous treadmill workout.)
But with Jack, it had struck me like lightning.
The reality of what had just happened started to sink in. I’d just been fucked against a tree. By a farmer. Without a condom.
Oh, God.
My sandals were missing. He’d seriously fucked me right out of my Jack Rogers. And tree bark had probably torn up the back of my Lilly Pulitzer shift.
But damn, that was good. Rough. Messy. Frantic.
Totally un-Margot, yet I’d loved every second.
I sat up, laying my hands on his chest and peering down at him. He looked so different. It was dark, but I could see the way his facial muscles had relaxed—no furrow in his brow, no tension in his jaw. His full mouth looked even more sensual, one side of it hooking up in a wry grin.
“That the fight you were looking for?” he asked.
I smiled ruefully. “Not exactly.”
“You were pretty mad.”
“I’m still mad.”
He laughed again, and my toes tingled. I loved the sound of it—deep and warm and gratifying.
“But embarrassed too,” I admitted.
“Why are you embarrassed? I started it.” Some of the tension returned to his face. “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine.”
“We didn’t use anything…”
I pressed my lips into a line. “No, we didn’t. But we’re OK.” I was on the pill, although I’d never had sex without a condom before.
Don’t think about that.
Or with a client.
Don’t think about that either.
“OK.” He took a breath, his chest moving under my palms. His hands were still on my hips. “God, Margot, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I started to get up, feeling like things were about to get awkward. “Really. It just…happened.”
He helped me to my feet, located my shoes, and while I tugged my panties back into place (they were still looped around one ankle), he did up his jeans. “I guess I just…” He ran a hand through his thick dark hair. “Lost control. It’s been so long.”
“How long?” I asked before I could stop myself. “I’m sorry—you don’t have to tell me that.”
“Since Steph.”
My jaw dropped. “That long? Three years? Wow, I thought I had you beat. But it’s only been just over a year for me.” Not that sex had ever been anything like what we’d just done. I hadn’t even missed it, to be honest.
“That’s a long time, too.”
I lifted my shoulders. “Guess that explains it. We just needed to get something out of our systems.”
He nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Yeah.”
We stood there for a moment as the crickets chirped around us. My heart was beating a little too fast for comfort as I looked at him in the dark, knowing I was the first woman he’d been with since his wife. It was messing with me… I wish I’d known. I might have tried to make it nicer or something, maybe not screamed so loud. Or bit him.
I mean…the first woman since his wife.
That meant something to me.
But I had no idea what to do with it.
“So,” I said briskly, as if we were wrapping up a business meeting, “I think the