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The raw emotion in his voice melted her resolve. “I am
more than sure about what I want when with you.”

With indrawn breath, his mouth lowered to hers. Casey
tasted her, accepting her lips as a hearty meal. He wound his hands around her
back, pressing his huge arousal tight to her body. There was never a question
that he lusted for her. The only question unasked was if he wanted her as Sara,
or expected her to be Mecenna when the clothes came off.

She couldn’t—wouldn’t—be both.

He scooped her into his arms and strode purposefully
to the staircase leading up to his master bedroom. He took those stairs two at
a time, while she nuzzled her face against his strained neck muscles. He
physically kicked the door inward and rushed them inside. The action slowed as
he lowered her feet to the floor and set her directly in front of him.

Casey did not touch her for one long moment. His eyes
gathered in every nuance of her as a being. Then, he very slowly put his hands
to the hem of her shirt and pulled the material over her head. It wasn’t much
material, but it was enough to keep temptation stuck on an adrenaline rush, and
the high of what came next a delectable aphrodisiac.

Sara’s lacy bra had the man drawing in a breath. He
put his hands to her back and slipped the catch free. He brushed his fingertips
under the straps to release the garment from her shoulders.

With infinite skill, he headed straight to the button
of her jeans. One deft movement he removed the single button from its hole,
another slide of the hand ran the zipper down.

Sara stepped back and removed her jeans, shimmied the
material down her legs. Far too rushed to get completely dressed once forced to
leave Tepper’s, she now stood naked in front of his unwavering gaze. This made
Casey groan all the more, likely unready to see she’d skipped the need for
underwear.

However, his eyes saw no flaws. His ears heard no
complaints. His mouth turned up in one corner, and deep shameless dimples sunk
heavily into his cheeks.

For the first time in her life, Sara felt
vulnerability by her nudity. Never before had this happened to her.

“Near perfection,” he muttered, moving closer.

Sara held him at bay until he fully undressed as well.
Her right hand settled against his chest, directly on his heart, as she reached
down with her left hand and slid down the zipper of his jeans to its full
end—this action as slow as humanly possible under the circumstance; pure
torture to a man with a tremendous hard-on.

He grabbed her splayed hand against his chest and
pulled it to his mouth. As she used her other to slip under the material
beneath his jeans and cup his manhood into her palm, Casey sucked on each of
her fingers individually, trapping her sight to his.

Just the simple action of his tongue against her
fingers and Sara was more than ready for the size of him; the heavy weight of a
man’s hardened shaft cupped into her warm palm and her core throbbing, begging
him on.

She’d always be ready for this man, no matter the
enormous size. Hadn’t she told him this once before? A lifetime ago.

He dropped her hand the second she started to drag a
lone fingernail over and under the length of his sack. Mr. Griffen, in fact,
had to clear his throat to speak.

“Let me get out of my jeans, first.” His voice was
tight, raspy. Music made to her ears.

“You have two seconds.”

Sara then dragged the sharpened appendage over and
under him again.

Casey used only a half second to waste undressing. He
backed up, dropped his jeans to the floor and kicked the material aside. The
dark blue, skintight briefs followed. He removed his T-shirt over his head,
which followed his other garments to the carpeted floor.

Sara lowered her eyes and physically stared at his
massive size. Perhaps she’d misjudged her body as being ready for so much heat.
However, it was far too late to vocalize any qualms about it. Casey had moved
up to her. The tip of his pulsing cock pressed firmly into the juncture of her
closed legs.

His hands moved swiftly to her bared breasts. A slow
exquisite knead of her flesh within his palm caused Sara’s head to tilt back,
and made the way for his mouth to discover her neck.

They would fit together perfectly—if done right.
Hadn’t she always known this? Hadn’t she always wanted this from him—and only
him?

His merciless mouth worked its magic down the length
of her skin, over the staccato pulse in her throat, across her bared shoulder
and down to her breast. There, he found a taut nipple more than willing to be
conquered. As he dragged his tongue over the rosy crest, over its center
connected directly to her heat, Sara moaned.

Sex with men had always been intense, hot and wet, and
more than satisfying in many,
many
ways. This was going to be far
different from just sex. This was going to be a physical coupling with someone
who actually cared about her, and who would care if her pleasure came before
his.

While her mind was set to this thought, Casey had
taken his hand, slid it down the side of her torso, rounded it to her front,
and cupped her into his palm. Seconds later, he shoved two colder than expected
fingers deep inside her moistened core. The flow of her silken honey made the
path easy.

A slow and steady pressure back and forth with his
fingers caused Sara’s groan to come out as loud. He was killing her with
need—and looked damn proud of it too, as her eyes raised and she saw desire
beyond the mortal realm of sanity mirrored back at her.

His fingers slid out slow and easy.

Sara watched as Casey then raised them to her breasts
and he dragged both over her taut nipples. Her flesh now glistened with her own
juices. A hasty bending of his head, his tongue quickly removed the moisture.

Yes, oh yes. Exquisite torture, exquisite ecstasy, and
exquisite reality of what was coming drew her thoughts to the here and now.

Casey licked his lips and smiled. “The bed, Sara?”

A slow nod and the word, “Bed,” answered the man.

She wouldn’t have been able to say much else, because
there wasn’t one inch of her body that could forget it was touched by a Master.

He took her by the hand and moved her to his massive
bed located dead center of room. The last time she’d been on his bed, fear had
frozen her there. Fear of the dark and the unknown had kept her mouth shut…and
that fear forced her disappearance six months prior.

Sara did not fear Casey’s bed anymore—or him.

As she lay out on her back, he moved on top of her,
straddling her hips. His hand dragged across her side. His other found the side
of her face. His gaze trapped hers as the words she so desperately needed to
hear, came out of his mouth.

“I want you so bad, it hurts. But I am trying to go
slow at this, and the longer we take, that trying is falling hurriedly to the
wayside, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want you to go slow. I want you…now,” she
told him, boldly and without moral restraint.

Casey moaned and closed his eyes. The sound coming
from the back of his throat was almost foreign to the ears. He seemed to be in
terrible pain by words alone. Heavenly acts, and the making of just one more
would relieve any mortal sin inside both, soon enough.

“I know you don’t want this to be slow,” he rasped
out, “But believe me…you will have wished for it, once I enter you.”

Men always thought themselves larger than they were,
but in Casey’s case, Sara already knew how large he’d be. Positively massive.

“I’m ready,” she admitted.

“I know you are, Sweetheart.” Casey smiled. “But you
might not be ready for all of my size.”

“I am more than ready,” she repeated. And she was.
Truly, she was more than ready to take Casey inside her body, melt into him,
and find everything she’d ever been looking for.

If not now, then when would there be another chance
for Sara to find her everything?

If not here, then where?

If not with him, then she did not want to know with
whom.

She put her hands to his shoulders and dug her nails
into his skin. Those hands then slid up the sides of his neck, captured his
face, and pulled his lips to her mouth.

The incentive she made had Casey’s thoughts moving
onto the path of her guidance, his pants caressing her face.

Their kiss became long. So long, Sara never felt the
weight of his knee push her legs apart. She never felt the guided tip of his
shaft pushed gently into her core. She’d been in another world—a realm of the
real, not of the make-believe.

But this was so surreal it took her breath away. It
made her heart skip beats. It made Sara want Casey more than anything wanted
before in life.

He pushed his hips into her, pushing his pulsating
cock deeper into her core. She accepted the width and length of his shaft
easily enough. The pressure built, the heat escalated out of control, the sense
of reality started to drift away from her grasp.

A hasty kiss to her mouth brought most of that reality
back—not all.

Sara raised her hips to meet each hard thrust. She dug
her nails into his shoulder, slid her hands down his sides, and firmly grabbed
his muscled ass to hold him tight. The harder he pumped into her, the deeper
her nails dug into his skin, muscle, and near bone.

This man knew what he was doing and how to do it to
please her. That was a given. Sara was more than pleased. She was in awe.

She started to rise to the precipice. Inadvertently,
she called out his name. Her head pushed back into his pillow, and his mouth
found her bared throat, where another kiss was then placed, and then another…

One harder, more penetrating thrust by his hips was
made to push her over the edge.

Casey’s name was a hard scream out of the back of her
throat, as she came over his swollen shaft, her inner muscles working against
his inner strength. Another climax and the ultimate free-fall back to earth
left her breathless.

In only a matter of seconds, he’d spent himself. Casey
fell limp, directly on top of her. With a raise of the head and his gaze
trapped into hers, he growled at her face.

Deep, penetrating eyes caused a sudden knee jerk
reaction inside of Sara she could no longer ignore. She grabbed onto his back
and held his body to her, only to force the fury from his thoughts. But Casey
was much stronger. He easily pulled from her grasp, rolled onto his back, and
threw his arm over his forehead.

He turned to stare at her face. He looked angry;
angrier than she’d ever seen any man look before. With tightened vocal chords,
he declared, “Do you know what we just did?”

Sara’s eyes widened.
Was this a trick question?
Of
course, she knew what they did. This man made love to her.

She would not guess at what the required answer should
be, however. He had to tell her.

“What did we just do?” she asked timidly.

“Unless you’re protected, because I sure as hell was
not, I may have gotten you pregnant, Sweetheart. Your body’s response is
telling me it would be the perfect time.”

Sara’s sigh came out. She took a deep breath over that
release of air, only to dissipate it from her thoughts. “Um…no, I’m not,” she
admitted. After all, why lie? Saying she was, when she wasn’t, would serve no
purpose to either him or her.

Casey’s groan was loud as much as the word following it.
“Christ!”

Sara pushed her body up by her elbows to look down at
his face. “Let me remind you, in case you have forgotten…I am not the one who
tossed me into your car. I’m not the one who told me you wanted me so badly,
that it hurt. I am not…,” she tried to get out.

Casey stopped these words by grabbing the back of her
neck and pulling her face to his. His hard mouth locked onto hers like a
heat-seeking missile sent into deep, dangerous waters. Seconds before his lips
had found hers he’d smiled.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing. I only said I
might
have gotten you pregnant.”

“You mean…”

His grin widened. “I mean…if it happens it wouldn’t be
the end of the world, Sara.”

“You can say this now, while smiling like a damn
Cheshire cat—and likely ready for round two,” she explained. The man’s smile
had widened considerably at this hypothesis. “But you won’t think this way if
it really happened. I know you,” she reminded him. “You’re a player, in a
playboy’s world. A kid would destroy all you’ve worked so hard in gaining.”

Casey pushed up to one elbow, looking her square in
the eyes. His hand moved to her face and he laid gentle fingers alongside her
cheek, the touch as slight as a feather brushed against the flesh.

Sara couldn’t help tipping her head into the warmth of
his palm as he responded to the subtle accusation. “You don’t know me at all,
Sara. It’s what I have been trying to tell you all along.”

This dumbfounded her. She stared at his face, unable
to make sense of his thoughts. Her head then fell back to the pillow.