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back. “I’m sorry I was so…insatiable.”
    “The best sex of my life, and you’re sorry?” she grumbled.
    Irritated, she buried her nose in the pillow, enjoying the increasing pressure kneading sore muscles in her back. “Wouldn’t you know it?”
    “Best sex of you life, huh?” he asked, fingers pushing, working out 16

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    a knot. She heard a grin in his voice and her heart flipped. So much for getting him out of her system.
    Relaxing, she closed her eyes with a lazy smile. “Yeah,” she answered.
    She felt him shift his body over hers, pressing her into the bed. A delicious feeling of warmth and well‐being curled through her.
    “So you won’t mind repeating it tonight,” he growled softly, nuzzling her neck, and sending tendrils of anticipation through her.
    Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to look at him, her sleep‐ and lust‐fogged brain finally registering and instinctively withdrawing from this unaccustomed tableau. Bright blue eyes drilled into her with possession.
    “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” she answered softly. One-night stands were supposed to end at one night, right? She couldn’t imagine getting used to him, getting used to the craving for him, and then him disappearing from her life.
    The growl deepened, sending fear skittering along her nerves. If she didn’t know better, she’d look around for an animal. Make that a menacing animal.
    “It is an excellent idea,” he said roughly, bending to nip her nape sharply. “Tonight.” Nip. “And every night.” Nip. “For a very, very long time, Tara.”
    She was panting by the time he captured her lips in a searing kiss that curled her toes, making the foggy lust return. With a gentle nudge he pinned her on her belly, trailing kisses down her spinal cord, his hands working the sore muscles in her thighs. His mouth and hands met together over her ass. Spreading the cheeks, his tongue made one long sweep from the small of her back to her aching clit. The feeling was so exquisite she arched, whether trying to move from his grasp or into it, she couldn’t say. He moved between her legs, spreading her thighs to accommodate his broad shoulders and lapped at her, everywhere but the swollen nub of her clitoris. Lost in the moment, she whimpered when he pulled away. Consumed by lust, by the need to come, she tried rolling over, but he easily held her in place.

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    “Please, Trey. You’re killing me here.”.
    Fingers dancing over her pussy, his breath fanned hotly over her ass cheeks.
    “You want this?” he asked, pushing one finger slowly in her clenching channel.
    “Yes!”.
    Adding a swirl of his tongue over her clit, he asked, “Tonight?”
    “Yesss,” she hissed, arching her hips up.
    “Every night,” he said, moving his thumb to slowly circle over her clitoris.
    “More,” she begged, reaching for climax, holding tight to the twisted sheets. Pushing another finger into her pussy and pressing harder and faster against her, he finally let her come. Still racked by shudders, he hauled her up and bent her over the dresser standing next to the bed. She didn’t get the chance to brace herself before he pushed his cock into her.
    He clasped her hands, arms wrapped under her belly, and waited until she met his gaze in the mirror. She pushed back against him, the heat still racing through her blood, but he easily held her still. She gasped as he withdrew and plunged deep.
    “Mine,” he growled, holding her dazed gaze in the mirror.
    She nodded, refusing to give voice to the part of her that agreed.
    Her body was hot for him, but her brain screamed caution. When she moved back against him, he pinned her down, teeth clamped on her shoulder. Instead of finding the show of dominance a turn off, she started to pulse around his cock. He began a slow steady rhythm, building to pound into her with sure, long strokes. She felt the tightening in his body,