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penetrated her again even
harder. Letting her arm go, he braced himself on the edge of the table.
    Tristy moved forward, clinging to his neck. She shivered and
trembled, her body already racked with the precursors to climax. He knew
exactly how to work her. His teeth sank into her shoulder and his cock thrust
in and out with just the right upward angle to send waves of ecstasy to her
swollen clitoris.
    Again and again.
    Wow, was he ever a good lover.
    Make that a fantastic lover. The best one she’d ever had in
her life.
    “Come,” she cried out. “Come with me.”
    She squeezed her pussy muscles, feeling the sides of his
swollen shaft. She could feel the heat and the surging blood. It was going to
happen any minute, any second.
    Yes.
    Yes.
    Yes.
    She was ready. Her body was pent up and charged as if she’d
been waiting a thousand years for this. She wrapped her ankles around his firm
buttocks, feeling the pumping muscles.
    All at once he started to growl, a low deep sound like a
lion. Then he angled back his head and she saw the vein on his neck protruding.
    Exactly as she’d imagined him, exactly as she’d dreamed and
fantasized.
    “Tristy,” he called her name.
    She melted as he slammed home one final time, the jets
erupting hot and thick from his thrusting, conquering cock. She could feel it,
even with the condom.
    Tristy responded with a loud moan and a sigh as the pleasure
washed over her, palpable and so intense she nearly fainted.
    Explosions without sound, fire without heat, an internal
world of utter absorption, on the edge of pleasure so sharp it pricked her in a
million tiny places.
    Never had she had an orgasm like that. Not with any man in
any scenario. No matter how much she was supposed to have been in love.
    If this was sex with Grant on a table top, what would it be
like in a bed, taking their time?
    Grant continued to come, allowing her to move into a second
and finally a third orgasm. He held on to her as she came back to earth, her
body tingling and hot to the touch.
    His combination of gentleness and firmness made her want to
cry. Why was it again that they couldn’t be compatible? Was it that big a deal?
    Maybe she could fake the BDSM.
    She had certainly had to fake enough other things in her
previous relationships.
    “Wow,” he whispered. “Just wow.”
    “You said it, hot shot,” she breathed, still weak and limp
against his body.
    “How’s your finger?” he teased.
    “What finger?”
    Grant chuckled, lifting her in his arms.
    She felt a flash of terror. Was he going to make her get
dressed and go home? “Grant, can I stay overnight?”
    He frowned. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
    “I’ll sleep on the couch,” she said quickly. Not that she
intended to stay there.
    “But your apartment is three hundred feet away.”
    “I don’t want to be alone.”
    “My couch isn’t any less lonely than your own bed,” he
pointed out.
    She hugged his neck eagerly. “Is that an invitation to sleep
in yours? I accept. Thanks.”
    He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you,
girlfriend?”
    Anything you want, as long as it’s kinky.

Chapter Two
     
    Grant had never felt so possessive of a woman in his life.
Every fiber of his being told him to protect this fragile creature he was
holding.
    He knew it was wrong, though. This was a dangerous road and
he should have stopped tonight from happening before it started.
    If she had any idea what it did to him, watching the way all
those jerks treated her, seeing her come over here time and again after getting
her heart trampled on.
    The mutual attraction had been clear since the beginning.
But she wasn’t his kind.
    Or was she?
    For play-acting Tris had done pretty damn good as the novice
submissive finding herself in the arms of her Dominant.
    Maybe it was more than an act. Deep down, what if she was a
sub? Grant pushed the thought from his mind as he carried the sleepy, purring
blonde down the hall to his bedroom where he