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“Are you down with everything you write about or are some things strictly fantasy on your part?”

Erin didn’t know where he was headed, and her mind was still wrapping itself around the fact he had all but said this wasn’t going to be a one-night stand, so she answered honestly.

“I really haven’t been a sexual adventurer, Danny. I’m pretty boring.”

“I beg to differ. You’d have gotten yourself off for me in your office if my cock hadn’t demanded I stand up and let it be heard.”

“Your cock speaks?” She laughed.

“Oh yeah, honey. Loud and clear and at the most inopportune times.”

“That’s weird. I can’t hear it. Maybe you should let me slide down to the floor for a better listen?” She’d love to run her hands over his erection. It was plastered between their bodies so she had a pretty good idea of its size. She’d stroke him then suck him. How long had it been since she’d run her tongue along the sensitive underside of a primed penis?

“No way, tease. I want to throw out an addendum to that scene where the earl’s kneeling between your thighs, fingers in valiant search of your G-spot.”

He walked her backward and set her down on the side of the bed.

“They’re not
my
thighs, they’re my character’s thighs,” she replied.

“Really?” He arched a brow and quickly pushed his jeans over his hips, allowing her first unencumbered view of his cock. Sizeable and thick and jutting out from a nicely trimmed thatch of pubic hair. Her gaze drifted to his perfectly shaved balls and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip, tilting her head backward to look him in the eye.

“Honesty, Erin. First and foremost…” He placed his palm in the dead center of her chest and pushed. Her back hit the mattress and she quickly struggled to her elbows. “Those scenes you’ve written? I’m thinking they’ve got to be all
your
fantasies. I’m
prayin
’ that, after all these years, you’ll let me make them come true.”

He was on his knees and had her ass to the edge of the bed before she knew what happened. She didn’t have time to worry about him spreading her thighs wide, placing one heel on the wooden side rail and hooking her other leg over his arm.

“Fuck, your pussy is perfect. I can’t wait to taste you but if we’re going to follow the earl’s lead…open your mouth.”

He rubbed his index finger along her bottom lip and Erin opened, sucking on his finger like some wanton porn star. He brushed it back and forth across her tongue and saliva pooled. She stroked him, licking his digit as she would his cock, swirling around it until he pulled his slicked finger free, his gaze never leaving her as he zeroed in with amazing precision on her opening. Slowly he slid into her tightness and she let her eyes drift shut at the gloriousness of being stretched.

“Holy shit,” he barely whispered. Then cleared his throat. “The earl seemed to be a manual master. Tell me if I don’t live up.”

He wiggled his finger and then began slowly advancing and retreating, never pulling fully out of her sheath. When he added another finger, her low, drawn-out moan filled the room.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He was working a magic that she’d never known and her eyes flew open when he probed a particularly receptive area. She looked at him and he simply smiled—a little cocky but completely endearing. He held her gaze, his fingers stoking a fire, the fullness blossoming in her lower body. She clutched at the comforter, not sure she wanted him to continue.

“Oh geez,” she groaned.

“
Oh geez?”
He snorted. “Babe, I think we can do better than that.”

Fingers slowing, he lowered his head between her thighs and ran his tongue up one side of her pussy until he reached her clit. With
featherlight
strokes he focused on the little cap of skin covering her nub. Up and over, back and forth until the throbbing intensified and she shifted her hips in an attempt to have him press harder.

“Be still.” His hot breath brushed her pussy, then his mouth gently latched on to her clit. He feasted on her nub with light, tiny pulses that went on for what seemed like forever and had her pleading with him to please, please, please thrust his fingers faster. In answer he pulled her clit against his teeth, not releasing the suction, and her body tensed in anticipation.

She didn’t want to move, afraid that if she did, the deliciousness of the moment would be lost. She waited for his tongue to touch her but what she received was a hundred times better. His fingers finally resumed their motion, firmly stroking her inner wall as he increased the suction of his lips, never completely releasing her clit. It was maddening, the building of tension both inside and out. She shifted her leg upward on his arm to pull him closer but his body stayed just where it was, refusing her silent request.

“
Ooooh
fuck,” she moaned, her thighs starting to shake.

The hand between her thighs picked up its pace, thrusting quicker. Harder. She’d have been worried about the aggression if the wild pulsing in her pussy hadn’t flamed to the point of near explosion. Her entire body began to quiver and she dropped back flat onto the bed, trying to mentally hold on to each mind-boggling sensation.

“Ready to come for me, Erin?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her lips suddenly dry.

He hooked her other leg over his biceps, moving his free hand low on her belly. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and pressed the heel of his hand into her flesh, and the fullness stretching her insides escalated until she arched her back, hanging on the brink of orgasm.

“I’ve waited years to watch this,” he said hoarsely.

His thumb took the place of his mouth and he buffed her clit, hooking his fingers at the same time, and a blinding flash of pure, raw desire assailed her.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Erin. Let it all go for me.”

She closed her eyes and the fullness consumed her as her orgasm exploded, desire seeping from her very core as she called his name over and over.

He eased his fingers from her sheath and she grabbed his wrist. The thrumming of her heart echoed in her ears and she opened her eyes and met his desirous stare.

“I want more,” she brazenly whispered. “I want you, Danny.”

He pulled his arm from her grasp and stood, grabbed her under the arms and maneuvered her fully onto the bed. She looked up at him through half-closed lids and opened her arms. He was nearly in her embrace when he halted and a look of worry crossed his face.

“Shit.” He looked over his shoulder, paused, and turned back to her. “Condom?”

She wasn’t sure if he was asking if she had one or if he needed one and she raised her brows in confusion.

“I left my wallet at Linda’s. I don’t have anything—”

“It’s fine. I’m…I’ve got it covered—” She curbed her explanation. There was no way in hell she was going to have an early-hysterectomy discussion with him while his beautiful cock was plastered against his stomach, a lone drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit.

“I always use protection, Erin, so you don’t have to worry—”

“I’m not worried, I believe you. Just come down here and kiss me.”

He settled his big body over hers, resting on his elbows as he looked deep into her eyes and rocked his hips. His cock slid effortlessly over her slick pussy and he smiled, his sexy little dimple appearing once again.

“Just kiss you?” he teased.

“Fine. Kiss me
and
fuck me. Is that better?”

He chuckled. “I’d like it better if it was ‘kiss me and make love to me’ but I’m so hard I doubt you’re going to see my finest moment of longevity. Your pussy’s so tight, I’m giving myself less than thirty strokes before I blow. So it’s definitely going to be fucking.”

“That’s fine.” Erin smiled up at him and he shifted backward and grabbed her hips, going “no hands” to align his penis and push slowly into her body. His loud groan—and Erin’s softer one—blended into the most erotic sound she’d ever heard.

“Is it
fine
, Erin?” he asked, pinning her with his emerald gaze as he slowly withdrew then started to thrust again.

Erin rotated her hips, enjoying the way his eyebrows raised as he filled her.

“It’s
really
fine, Danny.”

Reassess. That was what he had to do. Right now. With her wet pussy clenched around his cock and his balls rolling into his body. Thirty strokes was a fucking pipe dream with her sexy little circles and suddenly seductive glance.

“Erin. Seriously. Don’t move for just a second…or sixty.”

She offered him a wide grin and his heart slammed against his ribs. She was beautiful. Face flushed, eyes sparkling. And she was his. For now. Hopefully for longer if he had his way. But she definitely needed a lesson in obeying because her hips hadn’t stopped moving yet and his cock was overriding his urge to tighten his grip and force her to keep her lower body still.

Damn, the things they could do. The things they could try together. He’d be willing to call in to work and take the next two weeks off just to start the exploration right this minute. Right after he got his impending premature release under control.

Conversation, dude. That’ll do it.

“Don’t you want to come again?” He pulled his cock nearly free of her body and then thrust into her with a force that had her eyes opening wide. “You keep that up and you’ll be left behind. I really can’t have that.”

“Can’t you?”

“No ma’am. I love the way you scream my name.”

She narrowed her eyes but didn’t respond.

“Too collegiate?” he teased.

“A tad. And I don’t need to come again. Not right now at least,” she said with a shy smile.

“
Mmmm
. Looking for the all-nighter, huh? I forgot my sleeping bag.” He offered another thrust, one that was totally controlled this time, loving the feel of her warm, slick walls gripping his cock. It had been years since he’d had the opportunity or the inclination to go bare and it was all the more perfect that it was Erin who was beneath him.

“As well as your wallet. Which means Linda thinks you’re just here visiting and will eventually show up once Laurel’s asleep.”

Shit.

That was the god’s honest truth and if Erin wasn’t the woman of his dreams, the thought would have probably had his cock shrinking to the point of non-performance.

“Yeah. She’s pretty predictable.” One more slow thrust and then he was going to have to pick up the pace. His balls were all but
screamin
’.

“Get a move on, boy genius.” Her hands slid over his back and landed on his ass.

He shifted his weight and
pistoned
his hips, driving into her in short, shallow strokes, hoping she’d go again. Her breathing changed, her nails dug into his ass and he drew from a reserve of self-control he didn’t know he had as he held his own release at bay. Her eyes drifted shut but opened a second later, her surprise evident.

He merely smiled and worked his cock head against her sweet spot until she clutched at him and he felt the first wave of her orgasm. Then he gave up. He thrust, deep and hard until his body burned and he finally let go, shooting his cum into her heat in a blinding release that had him contentedly watching tiny gray stars dancing across his closed eyelids.

“Wow.”

Her little whisper had him rolling to his back and taking her with him.

“Wow to the tenth power,” he added, brushing her hair behind her ears before cradling her face in his hands. He leaned in and gave her a soft, long kiss. Knowing he was about to do the one thing all the men’s magazines warned against. But he didn’t give a royal fuck because he was 100 percent certain that, at the moment, Erin was too blissful to find his words overly sensitive.

“Thank you, Erin.” He turned his head and placed a chaste kiss on her temple.

“
Mmmm
.” She curled herself along the length of his body, her warm breath teasing his nipple as she sighed. “My pleasure, Daniel.”

“Was it?” He laughed, looking down into her upturned face, loving the way delight shone in her eyes.

“Definitely. I think I’m going to have to do scene reenactments more often.”

She snuggled closer, resting her head on his shoulder, and Daniel smiled at the ceiling, more content then he’d ever been. He’d somehow lost sight of his mission—helping her with her hero’s mindset, finding out if she personally needed getting off in public… He couldn’t remember. He’d have time to reevaluate later. Right now he was where he’d dreamed of being. In bed with Erin in his arms. The thought of her being with anyone else sent a stab of unfamiliar jealousy through his body.

“Reenactments, huh? I’m your man, babe. Day or night.”

“But what if I need someone who isn’t tall?” she asked.

“I can walk around on my knees and pretend I’m Napoleon.”

“Or someone who isn’t awesomely attentive?”

“Then call me early in the morning before I’ve had that first shot of caffeine. It’s all about me until that point.” He laughed.

“What if I don’t have a need for someone who’s built like a god?” She placed her palm on his chest and he took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger.

“Not to worry. I’m the devil personified at times.”

“Don’t I know it, Danny,” she replied, the smile evident in her voice making his own grin deepen. “Don’t I just know it.”

“Erin. Baby. Wake up. I’ve got to go.” Danny’s deep voice drifted through Erin’s mind and she blinked her eyes open in time to see him yawn.

“I must have dozed off for a minute.”

“Try twenty,” he laughed, disengaging his arm from around her shoulders as he sat up in the bed. “But no worries. I went down right after you.”

“
Mmmm
. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Erin rolled to her side then onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his body, resting the side of her head against his back. His laughter reverberated beneath her ear and she hugged him tighter, enjoying the faraway echo.

“Another hidden naughtiness I never knew about? Erin Benson, mistress of the innuendo.”

“Oh yeah. That’s me.” She reluctantly released him and they slid off opposite sides of her huge bed.