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one of them ... and helped her feel she belonged in a world that had suddenly grown alien and cold with her father gone.
    And Walker.
    She knew Tony felt safe with her, unlike most of the women who crowded around him for his good looks and monumental wealth. Sex hadn’t been a factor in their relationship for over a year now. It’d been her choice, although Tony was known to test the waters every couple weeks or so, shark that he was. It didn’t upset her much when he tried. She understood Tony and forgave him his weaknesses. Tony went through women like Kleenex. That hadn’t changed when she’d agreed to sleep with him years back. The realization that his infidelity hadn’t wounded her much at all had been her first true indication Tony wasn’t the man for her.
    Tony insisted he could wait while the idea of marriage grew on her. She knew he occasionally referred to her as his fiancée with his friends and his parents. Madeline had grown weary of denying it.
    She certainly wasn’t going to tell Walker Gray she wasn’t engaged to Tony. He already held too many cards in this little game.
    She watched as Walker shoved his jeans around his thighs. His boxer briefs looked snow-white in the shaded room next to his golden brown tan. A moan of longing leaked out of her throat when she saw the heavy package of his cock behind stretched cotton.
    No protest could form in her brain as he stretched back the boxer briefs and exposed his naked length. Lust burned everything else away. His cock fell free, the weight of the head pulling it at a downward angle. He leaned down and lifted her off her feet, bringing her flush against him. He reached and unhooked the handcuffs from the metal post. Madeline sighed shakily at the feeling of being pressed against his body. She lowered her arms to his shoulders, bracketing his head. Her legs wrapped around him, seemingly of their own volition, as he staggered a few feet, his knees bound by his clothing.
    She gasped when her back thudded against the wall.
    â€œHelp me, Madeline.”
    It was an order. It was a plea. Whatever it was, Madeline couldn’t stop herself from succumbing to it. She shifted her body to accommodate him. She held his stare, wincing at the sensation of his cock carving into her flesh.
    â€œJesus,” he mumbled in a pressured hiss. Madeline knew what he meant. They both had to apply a firm pressure to force her narrow channel to part for him. He fired her flesh even as he stretched it. She hungered for his stark, hard presence at her core. Her pussy may seem to be resisting harboring something so large, but once he’d conquered new territory, she melted around him, welcoming him like a warm, sucking kiss.
    Outside, Madeline heard something hit the dock, as if Tony or someone had tossed some gear from the boat. Within the cool depths of the boathouse, she sweated in a blaze of need. Walker began to pump even before he’d fully sheathed himself. He was greedy, and she liked it.
    She liked it a lot.
    â€œLet me in, you little tease,” he said between clenched white teeth. Strangely, it sounded like an endearment instead of an insult.
    She pressed with all her might against his driving cock. She bit her lower lip and gave a harsh moan when his balls pressed against her damp, sensitive tissues.
    â€œThat’s right. Now show me how you fuck with that tight little pussy.”
    But she was already showing him, just like he was showing her what he could do. It was difficult to tell who put on a more enthusiastic demonstration. She drove down on his length just as he slammed into her. Madeline couldn’t catch her breath. Just when she did, he’d pin her against the wall with his cock, and air would pop out of her lungs. He held her in an iron grip just above her waist, his hands stretching onto her back and encompassing a good portion of her torso. His muscles flexed tight beneath his cotton shirt as he jerked her