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back and forth on his cock, the relative ease of his mastery over their movements shocking and thrilling her.
    They were both so lost in their greed, united in their goal for more friction, more pressure, more bliss, that they were hardly aware of anything else. They heard Tony’s and Hal Margrave’s casual banter in the distance and the sounds of feet hitting the dock, but they were knotted exclusively to each other in those frantic seconds.
    He pumped into her to the hilt, and her breath exploded out of her. He paused. A drop of sweat trickled from the side of his forehead down to a whiskered jaw. He held her against the wall, her body skewered on his cock, and rotated his hips slightly. Her legs were parted wide. He ground his pelvis against her exposed clit.
    â€œIf I’d ever been here before, I wouldn’t have been able to leave. I’m not going to be able to sleep or eat if I’m thinking about this pussy.”
    He watched her while she came, his face rigid, his body drawn as tight as a bowstring the moment before the arrow rips through the air. She shook in pleasure, all the while aware of his lancing gaze and feeling vulnerable for it.
    Feeling beautiful.
    He nursed her through her orgasm by moving his hips in tiny, subtle circles, giving her pressure on her clit. His cock throbbed high and hard inside her. She bit her lip to stop from keening. It felt decadent, so hot and forbidden.
    â€œI’ll just pop in and shower and meet you two up at the lodge,” a woman’s voice called from outside the entrance to the changing room.
    Panic clutched at Madeline’s throat. She gave Walker a wild glance. It was Kitty Margrave, Hal’s friendly, middle-aged wife.
    â€œMove. Do something ,” she whispered.
    Her eyes went wide in shock. He did something, all right. He started to fuck her with long, thorough strokes, holding her stare the whole time.
    â€œWalker,” she mouthed helplessly. The thrusts of his cock in her pussy had sent her to shivering again with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She rested the back of her head against the wall and surrendered.
    Anything else was impossible.
    â€œDidn’t you leave your clothes up at the lodge?” Hal’s voice resounded in the distance. Madeline’s heart seemed to want to explode out of her chest, but she just stared into Walker’s blazing eyes as he fucked her, faster now, hunting down his own bliss.
    â€œOh, you’re right, I did,” Kitty said sheepishly.
    â€œMaddie must have run up to the lodge for a book or something. I told her to bring one, but she said she wouldn’t get bored,” Tony said, the sound of his voice growing more distant as the three of them made their way through the sprawling lawn.
    Walker saw the finish line, Madeline could tell. Not just from the feeling of his cock swelling huge inside her, but from the fact that he no longer tried to mute the sound of their flesh slapping together as he fucked her. She whimpered when he slammed into her one last time, his face contorted in an agony of pleasure.
    He’d grown so erect, so swollen with need that it hurt a little to harbor him so deep while he exploded. She broke the skin on her lower lip with her own teeth when she heard his guttural, wild groan as he emptied himself inside her. She grasped his back with her handcuffed hands, absorbing his shudders, greedy to experience his surrender.
    But it hadn’t been him who had surrendered in those tension-filled moments, Madeline admitted as he panted, his head lowered next to hers, his forehead against the wall. It had been she who had sacrificed her pride by allowing a man she hadn’t seen in eleven years—a man who had once rejected her—inside her mind . . . inside her flesh.
    He lifted his head slowly. His short, wavy hair shone like dark, burnished gold in the shadowed room. He stared at her mouth. His face lowered over her.
    â€œNo,” she whispered