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He hadn’t, of course, but his adversary didn’t need to know.Law of the jungle, buddy, Bryce thought

smugly.Kill or be killed.

Pretty boy wasn’t taking any chances. “Pick you up in the morning,” James said to Jenna as he reached

for his suit jacket.

Don’t fucking bet on it.

The door closed behind James. Jenna was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. The

things he was going to do with those tits . . .

She glared at him and he threw the shrimp bag back into the fridge, then reached over and shut off the

oven burners and the grill. The food would keep warm.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit. Let’s start on the appetizers.”

He pulled the pitcher of peach bellini from the fridge.

“What are the appetizers?” she asked, taking a step back.

“I thought I’d start with you on the table. That should whet my appetite for the main course. Hop on up,

Ms. McCabe. You’re about to get eaten by a very hungry man who’s in the mood for peach-drizzled

pussy.”

Eight

Bryce set the iced pitcher on top of her glossy mahogany dining table. With a glance he disrobed her,

telling her without words what he wanted from her.

“I think we need to discuss things,” Jenna mumbled, trying to regain control of the situation.

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“What’s there to discuss, Jenna? I want you out of those clothes and on that table. Legs spread, pussy

waiting.”

God, Bryce had a dirty mouth and she loved it, couldn’t believe how aroused she got when he talked like

this. Who knew that side of her lurked beneath her good-girl veneer? Maybe it was just because this talk

was Bryce—the true him—the rough-around-the-edges guy that she’d always adored.

But she had to get her brain back on track. “And what about what I want, Bryce?”

“I promise you, Jenna,” he said in a sexy drawl that curled her toes, “I’ll give you everything you want,

and more, too.”

He looked so hot as he came toward her, a slow, assured prowl that made her pussy ache. She wanted

him inside her. She wanted more of his words, wanted, too, to know what effect she was having on him.

“Bryce, just because last night . . . we got a bit carried away—”

“Last night was the hottest night of my life, Jenna, and frankly I want more. All day I’ve been imagining

what your breasts would look like cradling my cock. I promised myself, as I sat in your waiting room,

that by tonight I’d make that vision a reality. You ever taken a cock between those beautiful breasts,

Jenna?”

With each one of his measured steps, her skin felt stretched. Butterflies began to flutter and circle madly

in her belly. He was standing before her now, his faded jeans tented with a formidable erection.

Swallowing thickly, she found she could barely breathe, could barely take her eyes off his cock,

imagining what it would feel like to take him in her hand and run her tongue up the long length of him.

“Take your blouse off, Jenna, then the skirt. Show me that hot body of yours.”

“Bryce, this is . . .” She licked her lips, trying to get the words out, trying to pretend that what she was

going to say was what she truly believed. “You know this is just about sex, right? I mean, this is just . . .

you know . . .”

“Fucking?” he asked, his eyes darkening. His fingers had slipped to the top button of his jeans. He was

opening the fly, pulling it down slowly, letting the denim part over his thick cock. “Take your blouse off,

Jenna. Now.”

“This is going to get all weird between us,” she muttered as she managed to undo the buttons of her

blouse. When she tossed it to the floor, she watched Bryce’s expression turn from desire to full-blown

lust.

Her body nearly went up in flames.

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous. Your tits are perfect, Jenna. Ilove your tits.”

“Bryce—”

“Yeah,” he murmured as he caught his finger beneath the black strap of her lacy bra, “I know. This is just

sex. No commitments, no demands on either side. I got it.”

She didn’t know whether to be disappointed that he was OK with it or happy she was going to have sex

again with Bryce.

The strap slid down her arm, the cup lowered, baring the crest of her breast. “The skirt now, Jenna.”

Reaching behind her waist, she undid the button, then the zipper, and let the skirt skim along her hips.

She was wearing a pair of black lacy boy shorts with pink lace ruffles and a matching garter belt.

“Nowthat’s too sexy to take off.”

He reached for her, a bit rough as he gathered her close to him, letting her feel his erection, which had

been freed from his jeans as he ground it into her belly. His hands were everywhere, sliding up her thigh

only to cup her bottom. His kiss was hungry, his tongue commanding as it filled her mouth.

She met him, inch for inch, and he groaned in her mouth as he pushed her back against the wall and

reached for her hands. Holding them high above her head, he arched her back, forcing her breasts up to

his mouth. “You’re so hot like this, Jenna.”

She moaned as he took a nipple between his lips and sucked.

“Then take me here, right now.”

“Not yet.”

Pulling her by the hand, he brought her to the table. His smile was sinful. Wicked. And the dimple in his

cheek completely adorable. She was blushing, she knew. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and that

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heat only grew as she watched him lower himself into a chair and spread his legs wide, capturing her

knees with his thighs. She watched as the thick bundle of muscles in his belly flinched and constricted. His

cock was hard, heavily veined and lying on his belly, nearly hitting his belly button.

“Sit down, baby, right on top of me.” He reached for her hips and helped her to straddle his thighs. His

hands went around to her butt and he traced the curve of her ass through the pink and black lace panties.

“Why don’t you give me a lap dance? Let me feel that hot pussy.”

Jenna closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side as his skilled, smooth fingers found their way

beneath the lace hem of her panties. When his fingers started rubbing her, her hips responded, and she

started grinding and moving on his lap. His gaze drifted lower, resting for a few seconds on her breasts,

which were spilling out of the demi cups, then lower, to her waist, then her silk-covered pussy, which

was sliding along his jeans as if she were a world-class stripper.

“I want to see your tits jutting out of that bra, Jenna. Show me. Tease me.”

In a sexy dance, she reached for her breasts and slowly freed them from the cups. Jenna couldn’t believe

how brazen she was being. Never would she have done such a thing with her other lovers, but there was

something about Bryce that brought out the vixen in her. Somehow he had seduced it out of her, let her

know that it was okay. That was the secret of getting down and dirty with Bryce. He wanted her like this,

and he gave her the confidence to experiment with some of her secret fantasies.

His fingers were now in her panties, and before Jenna knew what he was doing, he was pulling the silk

and lace to the side, baring her pussy, which she knew was drenched with arousal. Before she could feel

shy, Bryce reached for her hand and put her finger in the pitcher of bellinis; then it was on her sex. The

cold was a shock, at first jarring, then soothing against the heat coming out of her core. When Bryce

brought her hand to his mouth, sucking off the remainder of the peach puree, Jenna moaned, loud and

long.

Without any further encouragement, she sank her hand back in the pitcher. She spread her thighs, to

allow Bryce to watch her part her pink lips. Her middle finger, coated with icy puree, filled her hot core.

Her eyes closed in bliss at the sensation.

Her clit was hard and erect. Another few strokes and she’d be shaking on his lap.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” he growled. “Well, not yet, Jenna. Not until I’ve got my mouth all

over you and you’re screaming my name.”

He lifted her up from his lap and placed her on top of the table so that her ass was on the edge, and she

was opened to him while she continued to pleasure herself and her aching clitoris.

“Lie back and put your feet on my shoulders.”

She did as he asked. He brushed her hand aside, then filled her with his fingers. He found the rigid little

spot at the back of her vagina, and her eyes went wide. Oh God, no man had ever found her G-spot

before. She couldn’t hide the moan of ecstasy as he tapped the spot; then curled his fingers forward in

her pussy.

“Deeper,” she cried in a dark, husky voice as Bryce expertly worked her G-spot. When he leaned over

her and captured a nipple between his teeth and tugged, she groaned. “Oh, God, yes, Bryce!Yes! ”

All of a sudden, he was pouring the peach puree between the valley of her breasts, over her turgid

nipples to her belly, and then down over her pussy.

It was so cold it made her nipples stand at full attention. Bryce flicked them with his thumbs, sending her

pussy clutching and contracting. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was a pain, so

icy cold against her heated flesh, but soon gave way to the most erotic pleasure she’d ever felt as it

melted over her warm skin and trickled down her body.

Jenna lay back on the table, her back arched, her hands thrown high above her head, her thighs splayed

wide. Bryce tore at her panties, shoving them aside, and then his mouth was on her, sucking, lapping at

the peach that had warmed and liquefied. Feeling wanton, Jenna rubbed the peach juice all over her

breasts, making them glisten. She pulled at her nipples, making them harder.

True to his word, he’d made her wait until his mouth was all over her before she climaxed. It was

earth-shattering and she rode it out hard, her hand fisted in his hair, and his teeth gently pulling at her

swollen, tender lips.

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There was a tear of foil. Then a second later, Bryce was embedded fully inside her, filling her hard,

holding her arms up above her head as he loomed over her, thrusting into her like a madman.

Thrusting and retreating, he reached for her hips, pressing his fingers into her hips so that he could grip

her and bring her down as he thrust his cock upward, filling her with his entire length. And still she gasped

and moaned, begging for more, needing more. His finger searched for her clitoris, and he flicked it,

making her arch and scream.

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name.”

Her second orgasm was just out of reach. A few more strokes and it would be there. But he pulled out

and brought her up from the table.

“Turn over,” he said, smiling wickedly. “I want to take you from behind.”

Her eyes went wide. She’d never been taken that way, never felt comfortable enough with her other

lovers to be so exposed. But Bryce didn’t give her any time to let her worries take root.

He turned her over, his hand covering her ass as he positioned her before him and tilted her hips back.

“Bryce!” Jenna heard the arousal and need in her voice as Bryce thrust into her. His breathing was harsh,

and she looked over her shoulder and saw that his gaze was fixed on his cock entering her. In that

second she knew she’d never see anything as sexy as Bryce taking her like that.

His hands fell lower on her hips and he showed her how to rotate them, giving them both more pleasure.

Soon she was lowering her body to the table, taking gratuitous joy in the way her hard nipples brushed

against the polished wood. She imagined that he was beneath her and she was rubbing her nipples against

his lips, and he was teasing her with the hard tip of his tongue, and she smiled secretly at the image of

tormenting Bryce.

She could become addicted to this. Sex with Bryce was more potent than any drug.

“You ready, Jen? You ready to come with me?”

She nodded. His expression hardened into a fierce scowl as he came deep inside her. And then, while he

was still inside, he cupped her breasts and fondled them softly as he kissed her neck in fluttering sweeps.

“That was one hell of an appetizer,” she said as she came back to herself.

He grinned. “Let’s say we move to the bedroom for the main course.”

The night air was warm, far too warm for early May, but the humid breeze blowing in through her

bedroom window felt perfect as it ruffled through her white curtains before caressing her skin in a sultry,

fluttery caress.

Shivering as her body responded to the breeze, she felt Bryce press closer to her, spooning up against

her.

“Cold, babe?” he asked, throwing his heavy thigh over her legs and gathering her up closer to his warm

body. With a sigh, she allowed herself the pleasure of Bryce’s body fitting around hers. His arms were

strong, cocooning her in steel and heat. She liked the way his forearm nestled between the cleft of her

breasts, and the way his skin smelled—a touch spicy from his cologne, as well as very male from the thin

layer of sweat caused by their torrid romp in bed. Yes, she loved the way he smelled, but what she loved

more was the fact that his musky scent coated her body as well.