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There.

Holy shit.

His shoulder length hair partially hides his face as he bobs up and down with each taste.

Too many sensations.

“Dane,” I moan.

He ignores me.

“Dane,” I repeat, feeling a sudden urge building inside of me.

“Come for me Olivia,” he says, staring into my eyes before continuing to make magic with his tongue.

Coming?

I was coming?

A wave of pleasure hits me.

Yes, I was coming.

“Shit,” I mutter, moving my hands to grip the bed sheets as I experience my first orgasm.

When I come back to myself, I look at Dane to see him already watching me, a hungry look on his face.

“My turn,” he demands, pulling his clothes off. First his shirt, then his pants. He’s wearing nothing underneath them. I stare at his penis in fascination.

Were they all that big?

“Fuck you’re cute,” he replies, making me realize that I said that out loud.

“Oh.”

Climbing onto the bed, he stares down at me. “No.”

“No what?” I ask breathlessly as he braces himself over me.

“No, they aren’t all this big.”

And then his mouth is on mine, and for this moment, I forget who I am and I become his.





I wake up feeling a little sore, but I don’t mind. Sex is amazing. No, let me correct that, sex with Dane is amazing. He was so gentle and perfect last night, making sure it didn’t hurt too much and being attentive. He was sweet and considerate. Who knew?

“Morning,” he rumbles into my ear. He was spooning me from behind, our naked bodies so close he may as well have been inside me again.

“Morning Dane,” I reply, smiling to myself.

He rolls me flat on my back so I’m looking at him.

“You look happy,” he says quietly, lip twitching.

“Just basking in the afterglow,” I reply with a flash on a grin.

His lip twitches once more before turning into a full-fledged smile. “My wife likes sex, good to know.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I like food too.”

He barks out a laugh. “Then I guess I better feed you, hmmmm.”

I smile at his playful mood. “Aren’t you glad you came back in time? Otherwise Lars might be in this bed instead of you.”

He nips at my ear lobe. “You’re going to pay for that princess. Lars wouldn’t touch what was mine, he knows better. A chaste kiss was all he was going to get from you.”

He tickles my ribs, so I try and elbow him in the chest. Pushing myself on top of him, I straddle his waist and stare down at the masculine perfection that is Dane.

“You’re mine too, you know,” I state. “I know you didn’t want a wife but now you’re stuck with me.”

His eyes flash with amusement before dropping to my breasts. “That’s suddenly not sounding so bad.”

I cover my breasts with my hands. “Pervert.”

“You weren’t complaining last night,” he replies, chuckling. His shaking body makes me wobble too so I try and slide off him, but he grips my thighs, holding me in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, sliding his hands upwards. “Are you sore?”

I shake my head.

“Liar,” he replies. “Why don’t you soak in the bath and I’ll go and get you some breakfast.”

“I’ll have to carry some water up,” I say to myself, thinking that a bath sounds good.

Dane stills. “I’ll get someone to do it. You normally do it yourself?”

I nod. “Yeah, why? What’s the big deal?”

His lips tighten. “My wife doesn’t carry heavy water so she can bathe.”

My eyes narrow. “Yes, actually she does.”

“Well she doesn’t anymore,” he says simply.

I slap at his chest. “Don’t tell me what to do! If I want to carry a bucket of water, I’ll damn well carry a bucket of water!”

**Ten minutes later**

I sit with my arms crossed over my chest as Dane carries the bucket of water, his muscles rippling with the movement. He bucket he’s using is much bigger than the one I would have. Enjoying the view, I hide my grin as he steps aside and motions me to get into the tub.

“I’ll be back with food.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m sitting in the bath, eating toast and thinking about how much my life has changed with one decision.





I hit the target once more, then glance up at Dane with a smug look.

He grins. “You’re good.”

I arch my eyebrow at him. “Okay, you’re fuckin’ amazing.”

“Much better,” I reply, grinning.

Sam comes up behind me and kisses my cheek, ignoring the threatening look from Dane. “Great shot.”