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high. Hell, what guy didn’t?
    But with Adele staring at him with a mix of concern and tenderness, those nerves of his? Completely shot.
    “I’m all for action.” She plucked the foil packet out of his hands and ripped it open. “Come closer.”
    Only too happy to obey her command, he scooted closer, holding his breath as she unsnapped the button on his pants and pushed them down.
    A low whistle escaped her lips as she delved into his boxers, the first brush of her fingers against his dick making him jerk.
    Blood pounded through his veins. He could hear the rhythmic beat in his ears as she freed him.
    “Wow,” she said, her gaze fixed on his dick as she rolled the condom on and damned if he’d never seen anything so erotic.
    When she reached the base she cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers like a couple of stress balls. Insanely, he had an urge to laugh. Never again would he be able to look at the pair on his desk without remembering this moment.
    She slid a finger behind his balls and applied pressure to the skin, making him jump with the stab of intense pleasure.
    “Keep that up and we won’t get to the good stuff,” he said, stilling her head and scooting back down her body.
    “This is all good.” She propped on her elbows, watching him, as he lifted her skirt again and gazed at nirvana.
    “Couldn’t agree more,” he said, a moment before dipping his head to tongue her.
    Her hips arched up to meet him and he feasted. Sliding his tongue between her folds, licking her clit, sucking her.
    She muttered words he could barely hear, incoherent in her pleasure as she reached for his head, unconsciously guiding him.
    Reid wanted to prolong this, wanted to wring every last ounce of sensation out of her, but the longer she made those soft, mewling sounds, the harder it was to hold back.
    As she tensed beneath him and arched her hips higher, he picked up the pace, swirling his tongue over her clit, faster and faster until she screamed, tearing out half his hair in the process.
    The pain didn’t register. It had nothing on the ache in his balls.
    “Need you. Inside me. Now.”
    He liked how she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it. Intelligent, gorgeous and feisty. A winning combination. One he’d regretfully walk away from in less than an hour.
    Annoyed by reality intruding again, he propped over her, his dick nudging her in a prolonged moment of pure anticipation.
    Not for long, as she tilted her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist and he was lost.
    He plunged into her, her slick tightness drawing a low groan from somewhere deep within.
    She felt incredible. Tight. Wet. Heaven.
    “Faster,” she demanded, her nails clawing his back, shattering his intentions to take it slow.
    “Reid, please…”
    He surrendered, his control snapping when he caught her whispered, “Fuck me good.”
    So he did, slamming into her, faster and harder than he’d ever thought possible. The tension built too quickly but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything bar satisfying them both.
    Sand grated across their sweat-slicked skin. Yep, beyond caring. With every thrust, his body tightened. The pleasure escalating along with her cries, decadent and haunting.
    He came in a mind-blowing rush, his yell echoing hers and bouncing off the cave walls.
    Unable to think let alone speak, he sagged on top of her, savoring the contact, wishing they were naked. Next time.
    The second the thought registered there wouldn’t be a next time, his gut inexplicably griped. He knew then he was in trouble, for he didn’t have time in his life right now for a relationship, let alone a long distance one.
    But as Adele wriggled out from beneath him, traced his lower lip with a fingertip and said, “Thank you,” he damn well wished he did.

 
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    “That island sure agreed with you,” Chantal said, popping peanuts into her mouth as she reclined behind her monstrous desk at Burlesque