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            She slid her fingers between their bodies, and he could tell when she touched her clitoris. There was an immediate burst of satisfaction in her eyes. They went dreamy and hazy, cloudy with desire.

            “Go now,” she whispered.

            “Be sure, Josie. This isn’t going to last.”

            She nodded, her face already strained with her impending orgasm.

            It was like setting the bloodhounds free.

            He withdrew, enjoying the sensuous slide from her body. Then he slammed forward and began thrusting hard and deep. Faster. Harder. His eyes rolled back in his head. He’d never felt anything so goddamn good in his life.

            A roar began in his ears. His blood thundered through his veins. Josie went dim in front of him and the room faded as agonizing pleasure bloomed, unfurling like a tightly closed bud in the first rays of spring sunshine.

            “Jesus,” he gritted out. “This is going to kill me.”

            “Me too,” she gasped. “Oh God, Ash, don’t stop, please!”

            “The hell that’s happening.”

            He pounded into her, the force of his thrusts shaking the entire bed. Her breasts jiggled enticingly, her nipples so hard and beaded that it looked painful. But then hell, he was banging away at her like some rutting pig.

            Need splintered through him. Razor sharp, his orgasm swelled and boiled low, gathering in his balls and then shooting straight up his cock, exploding outward in a painful spurt. He wasn’t breathing. He was just thrusting, riding the wave. Immersing himself in her warm clasp over and over.

            “Josie,” he whispered, her name nearly a groan.

            “I’m with you, Ash.”

            Her words cut the last thread and he spiraled downward like a snowflake in the wind. Crazy. Fluttering madly. His entire body sizzling like a blown fuse. Hell, he probably had blown a few circuits. His mind was mush. Completely overtaken, sated, satisfied.

            He collapsed down on her, no longer able to keep his weight off her. He lay there, gasping for breath, her body beneath his. For a long moment he remained there, but he knew he was smothering her and he also had to get rid of the damn condom.

            He couldn’t wait to have her bareback. He’d stay inside her all damn night. They’d wake up a sticky, wet mess, but he didn’t give two fucks. He wanted his come in her and on her.

            Levering himself upward, he kissed her forehead and then smoothed the hair from her face before kissing her lips.

            “Was that good for you?” he asked.

            “If it was any better, I’d be dead,” she said ruefully.

            He smiled and then got up just long enough to discard the condom. Then he crawled back into bed, pulling her into the shelter of his body.

            “Think I could go back to sleep for a while,” he murmured.

            “Mmm hmm,” she agreed.

            “Then let’s sleep. I’ll arrange something for us to eat when we wake up.”

            She snuggled deeper into his embrace and then threaded her leg through his so his was looped over hers.

            “Works for me,” she whispered.





chapter thirteen




“I want you to wear my collar, Josie,” Ash said in a low voice.

            She turned in his arms, surprised at the blunt declaration. The two were stretched out on Ash’s couch, a lazy morning after their lovemaking and short nap earlier. After they’d woken up again, Ash had brought her breakfast in bed and then he’d taken her into the bathroom where he’d washed every inch of her skin and hair in the shower.