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On a scale of one to ten? Try a hundred.But she was robbed of speech when the chemise was pulled

over her head and she was lying beneath Bryce, wearing nothing but pink lace panties.

He eased away from her and straddled her hips with his thighs. Jenna held out her arms, wanting him

back against her. But he shook his head while he trailed his hands along her body, feeling every curve

and indentation. Every imperfection that Jenna had hoped to hide.

“How hot, Jenna?”

“Hot,” she finally answered. “As hot as you can make me.”

His hand snaked into the waistband of her panties. He brushed his fingers down the middle of her, parting

her. She nodded, letting her thighs fall apart, giving him more access. His fingers worked magic on her.

She was wet and slick and ready for him.

Never had she gotten this wet, this fast. But then, never had she been with someone like Bryce. Someone

she loved.

Bryce was leaning over her, covering her nose and lips with tiny kisses as he worked his hand between

her folds, while the impressive size of his erection continued to press into her belly through his jeans. If

she wasn’t paralyzed with passion, she would have reached out and touched him, but she couldn’t move.

“Damn, Jenna, you feel good beneath me.”

She writhed as he put another finger inside her and slowed his rhythm. She protested and bucked up

against him, telling him without words that she wanted more of him, wanted his touch harder, deeper.

“I can make you hotter,” he said darkly. “I want you scalding, Jenna. I want you combustible.”

Oh, she was close to combusting. Another stroke or two and she’d be there. But he suddenly cooled,

depriving her of the flames.

“What?” she asked, but he caught her mouth and kissed her.

She could hardly believe it, not after ten years, but they were finally making out on her couch. And Holy

Mother of God, Bryce Ryder could kiss!

He was slow and lazy with his kisses, but masterful. His tongue and fingers were thrusting forward and

back, in and out, mimicking sex, winding her up so tight until she was rubbing her pussy against his hand

while clutching his hair. More . . . she had to have more.

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Finally he tore his mouth from hers and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He didn’t give her a chance to

look at him, but moved downward, nipping at her breast and belly. He had her panties pulled off and

thrown aside in a flash, leaving Jenna exposed.

“You like this, Jenna?” he asked as he nuzzled her inner thigh. “You like a man’s mouth on you?”

“I . . . I . . .” She couldn’t talk, just kept panting in anticipation. “I don’t know.”

He made a strange choking sound, before she felt the warmth of his tongue trailing up her leg. “I promise

you, Jenna,” he said, looking up from the vee of her body, “you’re gonna lovemy mouth on you.”

And then he parted her wide and set his mouth to her, tasting her, drawing his tongue down and up

before pulling her clitoris between his lips.

She was burning with every lash of his tongue, combusting with the sight of Bryce’s beautiful dark head

between her thighs, his shoulders glistening in the glow of the candles, the strong muscles rolling over his

back and shoulders as his mouth moved teasingly along her pussy.

Before she knew what was happening she was shaking and crying out, and most definitely having a

meltdown of biblical proportions. And the whole time, Bryce watched her as his mouth kept working on

her, adding to the intimacy and the incredible pleasure of her orgasm.

As the world splintered, and her every thought began to shatter, Jenna realized that this was a birthday

dream come true. She only hoped that when she awoke, Bryce would really be there, and not her proud

and sturdy vibrator.

Sliding up her body with his sweat-slicked chest, Bryce reached for her hand. “Sit up, baby. I want to

see you.”

He sat back against the plush cushions and immediately unzipped the fly of his faded jeans. No briefs or

boxers, for Bryce—just commando. Jenna nearly died right there. How would she ever forget that first

glimpse of Bryce?

He was thick and long, the head of his penis glistening with precum. She licked her lips, suddenly wanting

to taste him, but he reached for her, surprising her with his strength and swiftness. She was not a willowy

little thing, and yet she found herself astride him with an ease that baffled her.

“That’s it, Jenna.” He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs along her sensitive nipples. “Sit right

down in front of me and let me see all of you.”

Instinctively she moved against him as she grabbed on to his muscled biceps. Her thumb brushed over

the tribal tattoo that curled around his arm and he moaned as she stroked him. His gaze suddenly left her

face and fixed on her hand. He watched the way she brushed her fingers along the muscle and black ink.

When his gaze finally landed back on her face, his eyes were dark with passion.

“Your hand looks so good on me. And fuck, it feels so good to be touched like that.”

Her legs went weak and suddenly her mound was rubbing on his cock. He hissed, gritting his teeth

before reaching for her bottom with one hand. With a firm grip, he pushed her down so her sex was

rubbing him more intimately.

While she found her rhythm, Bryce nuzzled the cleft of her breasts.

“That’s it, Jenna. Now put me inside you,” he commanded. “I want to watch you riding my cock.”

He threw his head back and watched her through the veil of his dark lashes. He was breathing hard, and

his chiseled six-pack quivered with his every breath. She saw the sheen of perspiration coating his skin,

saw a trickle of sweat run between his pecs. God, he was beautiful like this.

“C’mon, Jenna,” he pleaded as he ran his big palms up her thighs to her hips, where he held her tightly.

“Sit down on me and let me fill you up. I can make this so good for you. Show me how hot you are for

me.”

This was really happening! She was having hot, spontaneous sex with the man of her dreams—and on

her birthday, too.

“Condom?”

Their gazes collided and the world skidded to a startlingly grinding halt for Bryce.

Condom?

Shit, he hadn’t brought condoms. Why the hell did she think he would? He was coming to visit her, not

out whoring at a club. A realization that in itself really should have sent him running.

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But the thought of being denied this moment with Jenna nearly killed him. There was nothing in the world

he wanted right now more than to be inside Jenna’s body, watching her ride him to completion. She was

going to look so sexy riding his cock, her big breasts bouncing. And he was going to watch her, every

second of her body grinding on his.

“Bryce?” she asked, pulling away from him.

He couldn’t have that. She wasn’t leaving him, not before he got inside her.

“I don’t have one, Jen. I . . . I didn’t plan for . . . that’s not to say . . .”

“I know what you mean. Maybe we should cool things down.”

She tried to get off his lap, but he held her there, his fingers digging into her thighs.

“Don’t move.”

Shifting his hips, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Jesus, he hoped he had one in there. He

found a foil square behind his credit cards and pulled it free, showing it to her, wondering what she

thought. Her gaze dropped down to his hand.

“No backing out now, Jenna.”

And he meant it. It was more than just a touch of fate that had him carrying around that condom. Tossing

aside his wallet, he opened the packet, slid the condom on his aching erection and reached for her.

“I want this more than anything else in the world. Tell me you want this, Jenna. Tell me you wantme .”

“I want you, Bryce,” she said on a gasp as she slid down onto his cock. She was tight. And warm. And .

. .perfect .

She felt so right, like she’d been made to fit him. Better than any other woman had ever felt to him.

“Look at me, Jenna,” he whispered as he cupped her face, tilting it up to his. When her gaze was on him,

he couldn’t help but take his thumbs and caress her flushed cheeks. She certainly didn’t look average

now. She looked like a sex kitten, and he was eating her up. He wondered how he had never been

struck stupid by her beautiful eyes or her full lips. He wondered how he could have missed this lush,

beautiful body that made love to him like the most skilled concubine.

Maybe he had noticed, but refused to see it. Because . . . He didn’t want to think of “because.” He only

wanted to think of making sweet love to Jenna.

As she followed his lead, she moved on him, her breasts bouncing, her hair swinging. For long minutes he

sat back and just watched her, marveling at her body and its sensuous, undulating moves.

Damn, she looked perfect on him, fucking him slowly.

But then he got restless. He wanted to go deeper. So he grabbed her hips and thrust forward, filling her,

making her cry out.

That cry was the sweetest sound he ever heard. She was begging for him, pleading like no woman ever

had. And he wanted her to have him—all of him.

Parting her sex, he stroked her clitoris with the tip of his forefinger. She moaned and twisted, but he held

her in place with one hand on her hip as he penetrated her deep and slow. Over and over he stroked her

clit, finding the rhythm she liked, and soon she was riding him hard and wanton, just as he hoped she

would.

When she took her breasts in her hands and started working them, Bryce nearly came undone. The sex

kitten was a tigress, and he was growing addicted.

It should have been a dangerous admission, but he was too enthralled with the sight of Jenna, with her

hands full of her perfect breasts, to realize it.

With two more deep hard stabs, his release was upon him. He didn’t bother to pull out of her warm

body like he did with all the other women he’d been with. Even with a condom he hadn’t wanted to risk

getting them pregnant. But with Jenna he couldn’t bear it, couldn’t stand to think of being separated from

her during his climax. As he felt cum shoot up his shaft, he clutched the back of Jenna’s head and brought

her mouth down to his as he spilled inside the condom while he was sheathed in her tight pussy.

“Oh my God, Bryce. That was hot.”

“Hot?” he drawled, circling her ear with his tongue. “Sweetheart, I’m just getting warmed up.”

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Five

Strategic retreat. That was what was needed now.

Holy shit! She’d actually done it. Had sex with Bryce. Twice! The memories were enough to make her

thighs clench and her clitoris tingle.

Never had sex been so damn good. Although she shouldn’t be surprised. This was Bryce, after all, and

clearly, he was a very gifted man. A man who knew his way around a woman’s body just as well as his

gourmet kitchen. And what he had cooked up inside her was better than the most decadent chocolate

dessert Jenna had ever had.

Through the early-morning light streaming through her window, Jenna once more turned her head on the

pillow to watch Bryce sleeping. She blinked. Then blinked again, half wondering if this was just a wild

dream, and when she opened her eyes once more, he’d be gone.

Her lashes flickered, and she raised her lids. He was still there, one arm thrown above his head, the other

lying across his naked torso. The sheets were all tangled, wrapped around his lean waist and long,

well-muscled thighs.

She watched him for a long time, studying the gentle rise and fall of his chest, listening to the soft breath

whisper past his slightly parted lips. His longish dark hair was rumpled, falling down across his brow and

over his eye. His chin was sprinkled with dark scruff, which Jenna found very sexy.

All in all, Bryce Ryder wasn’t hard to wake up to. But Jenna knew that was all going to change when the

day began. Morning afters were never her strong suit. Not that she had had many of them. But the ones

she’d experienced had been awkward murmurings followed by her stealing the sheet from the bed to

hide her nudity as she ran to the shower. This morning, she realized, was going to be the same. Only this

morning she wasn’t waking up beside one of her past boyfriends, who had only barely satisfied her. This

morning it was Bryce, her best friend. The friend who had made her explode like a firecracker. And

damn it, she didn’t know how the hell she was going to look him in the face, much less what she was

going to say to him.

It wasn’t like she was an expert at casual sex. Maybe if she were, she wouldn’t be stressing right now,

trying to think of something sultry yet blasé to say to him when he woke up. Somehow, everything

sounded too needy, too desperate. Bryce would be on edge this morning, terrified she was going to think

that there was something between them—something permanent. And while she wanted that, she knew

Bryce wasn’t yet there. So she decided that honesty was not the best policy this morning. “I love you and

want to have your babies,” was definitely going to send him packing.

With a sigh, Jenna glanced at the clock, and saw she had only ten minutes before the alarm was set to go