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what she wanted. He made her feel so…amazing. So free. When he’d put his mouth on her, she’d thought she would come right then and there. That had been incredible, but now she needed more. Needed his cock inside her. Instead of kicking him out like common sense should have dictated, she reached her arms out to him.
    What a beautiful man he was. He wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment, but she couldn’t help thinking it. Brian spent hours each week in the gym, and it showed in the muscle definition he had. His features weren’t feminine by any stretch of the imagination, but they were perfect. The dark hair she’d always loved hung over his forehead. And those eyes. His were so expressive, letting her know he thought she was beautiful. Telling her he wanted her as much as she wanted him. This night might be a mistake, but no matter what happened, it would turn out to be a night she wouldn’t forget.
    â€œBrian, please. Fuck me.” The words came out as no more than a whisper, but they had the desired effect. His eyes darkened and his whole body seemed to tense. She took his hand and threaded her fingers through his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before she released him.
    â€œYou sure?” he asked, his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. The head of his cock prodded her entrance and she nodded. She was more than sure. She might change her mind in the morning, but for now, she was going to take what she could get.
    At her nod, he slid his cock inside. She cried out from the pleasure, the sensation of being so full. He still knelt above her, but she wanted his full weight on her. She reached her arms up to him, pulling him down. The feel of his skin on hers made her moan. They were both slicked with sweat and the sweet friction it created had her clutching at him, raising her hips to meet each of his frenzied thrusts. Unbelievably, she felt the first stirrings of another orgasm low in her belly.
    She ground her hips against him, striving for that goal, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Brian groaned and started to thrust harder. He slammed into her once, twice, and the orgasm washed over her. Light exploded behind her eyes. Her fingers dug deeper into her skin as she anchored herself to him, not wanting to ever let go. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around the length of his cock. He felt so damned good inside her.
    Moments later, Brian followed her into release, her name a soft whisper on his lips. He pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss to her throat and collapsed on top of her, his breathing as ragged as hers. She stroked her hands down the smooth skin of his back, admiring the toned muscle she felt under her palms. The man was amazing. She would never understand why he suddenly wanted her, but she wasn’t going to complain.
    She ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair and kissed his cheek. The combination of wine and sex was taking its toll. Already she could feel herself fading.
    â€œWill you stay here tonight?” she whispered against his cheek. “Not on the couch. In my bed.”
    Brian’s laugh rumbled against her chest. “You wouldn’t be able to kick me out even if you wanted to. I’ll be right back.”
    He pulled out of her and climbed off the bed, making his way to the bathroom. When he came back, he lay on his side and pulled her up against him, running his hand across the small of her back. She let out a contented sigh and a few minutes later, fell asleep in his arms.
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    Andrea woke up wrapped in strong arms, her back pressed against a rock-solid chest. A heavy leg lay draped across hers, all but pinning her to the mattress. She let out a small sigh and leaned into all that smooth skin and toned muscle. The lingering scent of sex and warm male still clung to the room, and the faint soreness thrumming through her body attested to the fact that the sex had been incredible.
    Oh, shit. Brian. What the hell