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held her still, his grip as possessive as his icy gray-blue gaze.
    Sweat slicked the corded muscles of his neck and powerful arms and she gripped him tighter, sipped a drop of perspiration from his cheek. He shuddered but he didn’t speed the slow, steady thrust of his cock, torturing her inner muscles with every rolling, rhythmic push of his hips.
    She whimpered and arched, stretching, undulating, anything to increase the tempo but he only raised her against his mouth and laved her nipples, one after the other, drawing lazy circles with the tip of his tongue, flicking the hard little beads until she thought she would go mad.
    “Jake, please….”
    A triumphant grin crooked the corner of his mouth but instead of thrusting harder he gripped her waist and ground himself against her, swiveling her pussy around his cock in a slow circular motion that hit every quivering, sensitive nerve until she was panting, moaning, cursing as the pressure built.
    “This is only the beginning Ella,” he whispered, sending a shiver through her as her muscles clenched drawing her tighter and the first fluttering of her orgasm sank its tiny hooks into her middle. He growled, slid his arms completely around her, bent forward and started fucking her hard. All she could do was hold on, grinding against him every time his cock hit the underside of her clit. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, shuddering until she hung limp, suspended in his grip.
    “Neither one of us will survive five days of this,” she groaned against his shoulder, nipping at the sweat-slicked muscle. “We won’t be able to walk.” His arms shifted until he cradled her head in his hands.
    “Seven. There are seven days in a week, Ella. And if I can’t walk, I’ll crawl.” The velvet threat sent the second shiver of the morning through her.
    “Seven days—if there’s food and a shower in this paradise.” She laughed, exhausted, euphoric. “And I thought I’d surprise you when I arrived early.” He slipped out of her, holding her while she tried to find her footing.
    “What will it be first, food or a shower?” He stripped off the condom, disposing of it in the small waste basket that she also hadn’t noticed.
    She was standing naked on his wooden deck, shaking and sweat-slicked and she felt like laughing out loud. “Shower,” was all she managed.
    He gathered her clothes and hefted the large designer knapsack. “This is packing light?”
    She shrugged and shook her head, marveling that he wasn’t even breathing hard. “It takes a lot to make me look this good.”
    “You looked good when you showed up,” he snorted. “Orgasms make everyone look better.”
    She did laugh then because she knew what she must look like. “Can I list that as a beauty secret in my memoirs?”
    “Trust me, you’ll be able to list this whole week in your memoirs,” he said in a dark voice that held a hint of the velvet threat.
    “And what’s title of this particular chapter?”
    “Sex Makes You Beautiful 101.” She spared him a sidelong glance when he tucked her under his other arm and let his hand drift over the top of her breast. He kissed her, open-mouthed, hungry, while leading her into the rambling, weathered cedar, shingled two-story house and the promise of pleasure. A week of unbridled-no-holds-barred-anything-goes sex.

Chapter Three
     
    The interior of the house was full of light from the tall windows that surrounded it, illuminating the spacious, open floor plan. The living-dining area was carpeted in different sized, soft, sand-colored wool rugs over bleached wooden floors. A cushy fawn-colored man-sized couch and a sleek, black-lacquered Japanese-inspired coffee table that looked large enough to dine on and the perfect height for propping feet, faced the stacked stone fireplace. The see-through galley kitchen was Spartan, functional and definitely male. A set of carpeted wooden stairs led to a loft bedroom.
    The bathroom was about the size of her