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She sighed. Reason and caution fled.
Sensation and desire took over.

She
had
promised, she thought.

And anyone who knew Sarah knew one thing.
She might have put out when she was younger... She might have come
from poor white trash… She might have made the biggest mistake of
her life when she’d left this man and married Richard…

But when Sarah made a promise, she kept it.
She never went back on her word. No matter what.

One minute Sarah was pushing against his
shoulders and the next she was smoothing her palms all over his
chest. Within seconds, her hands moved to the front placket of his
jeans. He groaned when she cupped his erection, then began working
his zipper down. “Yes, Sarah. Touch me. I’ll die if I don’t feel
your hands on me.”

She murmured a reassurance, dipped her hand
in his briefs, and wrapped her cool fingers around his shaft at the
same time she sought his mouth with hers.

This time,
she
kissed him. She traced
his lips with her tongue, then flicked it against his before
retreating. When he growled and chased after her, she smiled. It
was the first time she’d smiled at him in years, so he pulled back
to see it, not just feel it.

“What’s wrong?” she breathed softly.

“Not a damn thing,” he answered just as
softly, fighting for his own breath.Cupping her face in his hands,
he dropped a kiss on either side of her mouth before nipping her
chin. Her lids grew heavier, as if the more they touched, the more
entranced she became.

Good. That was good. Because he already felt
high on her, and he didn’t want to be the only one feeling the
affects of their intimacy.

The cool fingers encircling him tightened,
and he swore he could feel a hot drop of liquid well out of his
slit, begging for the touch of her tongue. Instinct demanded he
push her to her knees and feed her his cock, working it inside her
mouth in small increments until she’d swallowed him whole. With
superhuman effort, he fought back the urge.

He’d always been greedy when it came to
Sarah. He’d pushed her for everything she was willing to give him,
and then some. And no matter what her initial inhibitions had been,
she’d always given in. Always lost herself in the sensations he
could draw from her body so that he’d end up feeling like a fucking
God.

Well, almost always.

The only thing she’d consistently denied him
was his desire to bring another man into their bed. He occasionally
shared a woman with a trusted friend, and the idea of doing a
threesome with Sarah was enough to blow his mind. Not because he
wanted to share her on a regular basis, but because he wanted to
give her the ultimate pleasure—having every single one of her
cavities filled with the hot, heavy thickness of a man devoted to
one thing: making her feel good.

He’d wanted to give her that, but he’d
accepted her refusal with good grace. In fact, the notion that she
wanted him and
only
him to pleasure her had its own distinct
allure. It had made him feel incredible.

But then she’d left him. For Richard.

For a moment, residual anger and hurt caused
him to wrench away from her. Breathing like a locomotive and
blinking sweat from his eyes, he watched her hand fall to her side
and her expression shutter.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know
what I was thinking. I—”

“Uh-uh,” he said.

She stopped short. Raised an imperious
brow.

“We’re not stopping now.” He jerked his
pants all the way open and shoved them down so his briefs went with
them. His massive erection speared up towards his belly and, as she
stared at it slack-jawed, he ripped off his shirt. “In fact, we’re
just getting started.” He took a step toward her, stopping and
clenching his fists when she backed away. Breaths still churning
out of him, he glowered at her. “Don’t. Don’t you dare fucking act
scared of me.”

“I’m not scared of you, you ass,” she
snarled back. “But that doesn’t mean you can just come in here and
expect me to—to—”

He was on her in a second, one hand in her
hair, jerking her head back, and the other hand cupping her pussy
through her worn grey sweats. He could tell she wasn’t wearing
panties and the crotch of her sweats was soaked through with her
arousal. Gently, he pulsated his fingers, teasing her tender folds
but purposely staying away from her swollen clit.

He pictured it, though, and his mouth
watered to suckle it. To have her juices fill his mouth and coat
the back of his tongue. To have his tongue embedded deep within her
sweetest nectar.

Maddened, he tried to remember what she’d
said about expectations. Hell, he didn’t have expectations, but he
sure as shit had
intentions
.

He jerked her face even closer to his, not
missing the way she bit her lip as the pressure on her scalp
increased. Her expression confirmed she liked the bite of pain.
That’s one thing she’d always been able to give him—her honest
response to what turned her on in bed. The idea of a ménage, for
example, made her uncomfortable, but she’d never said it didn’t
tempt her. He’d figured, if they’d stayed together, he would have
been able to convince her eventually. “I can’t come here and expect
you to what?” he questioned. “To kiss you? Pleasure you? Reclaim
something that you’ve deprived us for so long?”

“I did it for both of us! I wanted you…you
to be happy. That’s all.”

What?

As soon as she said the words, he could tell
she wanted to call them back. Her eyes wide, she shook her head.
“Never mind…I don’t know why I…”

Too late
. “You did it for
both of
us
? Like you were doing me some kind of
favor
? That’s
why you left me, Sarah?”

Because that’s what this was about, he
realized. Not about income brackets or country clubs or trash talk,
but about some lame-ass belief that she wasn’t good enough for him.
And her certainty Luke would leave her someday because of it.

So she’d left him first.

She confirmed it every time she called
herself
Sure-Thing-Sarah
. Every time her body trembled for
his and she fought it so desperately.

How could he have missed something that was
so obvious to him now?

Her mouth tightened mutinously. “Look, I
told you before, I was in love with Ri—”

He kissed her hard rather than hear those
words come from lips again. Unlike her physical response to him,
deception came far too easily to her when she hoped to protect her
heart.

He kissed her with a hot open mouth and
relentless probing tongue, and he made sure that his fingers stayed
busy the entire time, too. Shoving his hand inside the waistband of
her sweats, he groaned like a man being tortured when he found her
slick and weeping for him. Mercilessly, he worked two thick fingers
into her, grimacing at her tightness, reveling in the way her hot
walls immediately clenched down on him.

Throwing her head back, she wailed out her
pleasure, and her knees buckled as an orgasm shook her. Stunned by
her sudden release, he hooked his other arm around her waist and
held her up, working her with his fingers and drawing out every
last drop of pleasure until she was practically boneless. As she
hung in his hold, he withdrew his hand from her sweats and raised
it to his face. He licked her juice off his fingers with slow,
leisurely swipes of his tongue while her eyes followed his
movements. When he was done, he swept her up in his arms and stared
down at her.

“Don’t you ever say those words to me again,
Sarah, or I swear to you I’ll spank your bottom until your ass is
red, and then I’ll make you come until you beg me for mercy.” He
hiked her up closer to his chest and took her mouth again before
planting a tender kiss on her temple. “In fact, that’s sounding
like a mighty fine idea. Too good to pass up. We should’ve been
doing those things this whole time. So brace yourself, baby. ‘Cause
like I said, we’re just getting started.”

With wide eyes, she stared mutely back at
him, her mouth working open and shut as she tried to respond. But
she didn’t make a sound. And she certainly didn’t protest
again.

***

Sarah felt so soft and pliable after her
orgasm that she actually seemed to drift in and out of
consciousness. Her body buzzed with lingering pleasure, and only
occasionally would her mind clear enough to take in what was
happening. She knew Luke was carrying her to the bedroom, but part
of her imagined she was floating on a fluffy cloud, riding the
ultimate dream wave to paradise.

Once there, he kissed her for what seemed
like hours. Days. Then a tickle of air against her bare skin
jostled her out of her dream state.

Luke was stripping off her clothes, slowly
and tenderly. As he exposed each inch of skin, he ministered to it,
caressing with just the tips of his fingers, then licking and
nibbling with his mouth. When he drew her sweats down her legs and
tossed them behind him, she spread her thighs shamelessly wide,
trembling with anticipation.

All fogginess left her. Suddenly, every one
of her senses was primed and on red alert, waiting for him to once
again finger her or tongue her or do something—
anything
—so
she’d feel those incredible explosions of ecstasy once more.

As if reading her mind, he smiled and
caressed her thighs, but he didn’t touch her where she wept to be
touched.

“You want more, don’t you, darling?”

In reply, she dragged herself up on one
elbow and reached for his cock, which towered stiff and proud from
his lap. Deftly, he averted her touch and knocked her elbow out
from under her until she was once again splayed out on her back.
Bracing himself over her, he nudged his cock teasingly against her
core, not like a marauding invader but like a whisper of a kiss
that was there and gone before you knew it.

He kissed her behind her ear and nipped her
lobe. “Answer me. You want more?”

“So much more,” she said, shocked at how
drugged she sounded.

“Where?”

She blinked, trying to sort through the
options, all of which held their appeal.

“Everywhere,” she finally managed.

He obviously liked her answer. He rewarded
her by pressing the tip of his shaft against her clit and rocking
against it. Her swift inhalation of breath accompanied his own
groan as he dropped his forehead onto hers. “Everything and
everywhere,” he agreed. “Just the way you’ve always liked it. Just
the way I’ve always loved giving it to you.”

He hissed and grimaced when his cock head
slipped inside her, just a fraction of an inch. Immediately, she
curled a hand around his ass and clenched his buttock, trying to
drive him deeper inside her. “Everything,” she moaned. “Starting
with this.”

But for some reason he countered her
movements, moving his hips away from hers. Frustrated, she arched
her own hips, or at least she tried to. Outraged, she found herself
pinned to the bed by his hand on her hip.

“Why won’t you—”

She shrieked when he flipped her over on her
stomach and pinned both of her hands behind her back. The mastery
of his hold, coupled with the brush of his balls and penis against
her bottom, had her trembling with anticipation. Her hips bucked
when he dipped one finger into her honeyed warmth, then drew it up
through the dark crevice of her ass.

Without warning, and with her lube coating
the tip of his finger, he sunk it into her anus, just the slightest
bit, exactly the way his dick had penetrated her seconds earlier.
She struggled to accommodate even that slight intrusion. He wiggled
his finger and the stimulation of her sensitive nerve endings made
her gasp and thrash her head from side to side.

She wanted him deeper. She wanted more.

“How about everything like
this
? Have
you missed having me up your ass, Sarah? Or did Richard take my
place there?”

The sound of Richard’s name seemed to be an
abomination, and she struggled against Luke, wanting to slap his
face for shattering her fantasy. “Stop it. I—”

She screamed when he plunged his finger all
the way into her ass. She screamed again when he withdrew his
finger, too, except this time she screamed, “No!”

“No, stop?” he asked. “No, don’t stop? Or
No, Richard never took my place?”

She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and
turned her face away, not wanting to give in so easily. Knowing
that the pleasure would be heightened for both of them the longer
she drew this out.

“Oh, bad girl,” he crooned. “Making me work
for the information. If that’s what it’ll take, I’m more than happy
to oblige.”

She expected to feel the bite of his finger
in her ass again, but instead he smacked her bottom with the flat
of his palm. Hard. The resulting sting was one she felt from the
tips of her toes all the way to the top of her head, as powerful as
it was unexpected.

“You like that, bad girl? You want me to
spank your ass, don’t you?”

Once more, she didn’t answer, but this time
it was because she couldn’t, not because she deliberately held
back. He tapped her ass again, then again, each spank nudging her
pelvis forward just enough so her clit bumped against the nubby
texture of her coverlet.

A tiny, breathy moan escaped her each time
his palm met her flesh, creating a unique beat that overshadowed
all sound except his dark voice in her ear.

“You like this, Sarah?”

When she still refused to answer, the
spanking paused. “Answer me,” he ordered, “or I’m going to stop. Do
you like this?”

Her reply was ripped out of her. “Yes.
Please don’t stop. Please.”

He swatted her again, and her vulnerable
flesh heated in that one tender spot until all she wanted was for
him to lick the hurt away. “Kiss—kiss me, please. Kiss me where
you’re spanking me.”