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Authors: Maya Banks,Karin Tabke,Sylvia Day

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“That’s a lie! You’ve had sex with every girl at St. John’s and probably every woman in New York!”
“Except one.”
Sophia stopped fighting him, her curiosity piqued. “So you’re saying for you there is a difference between having sex and making love?”
“Isn’t there for you?”
“Well, yes, but I didn’t think—”
“The caveman could distinguish between the two acts?”
She shrugged. “Something like that.”
He drew her into the circle of his arms. “There’s a lot more to me than meets the eye.” Her bottom slid up his thighs and his very thick, very rigid cock speared the inside of her thigh.
She caught her breath. If she just moved an inch or two to the left, he would be inside of her. “Yes, there”—she swallowed hard trying to breath normally—“certainly is.”
His hands locked behind her waist as he pulled her even closer to him. Sophia grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away as she arched, resisting.
“You have amazing tits,” he groaned, catching a taut nipple in his mouth.
The delicious sensation sent shock waves straight to her pussy. “Oh.” She gasped, not knowing what else to say. Her entire body lit up in a torrent of flames.
His hands slid down her slick back, his fingers grasping her butt cheeks. He moved his hips and his cock popped up between them.
As Colin captured the other nipple he hoarsely said, “Touch me, Sophie.”
The ache in his voice was too much to resist. Sophia opened her eyes and stared into his deep blue ones. Her right hand slid down his hard, slick chest, down his belly to his hip. When she touched the wide tip of his cock, he hissed in a breath and flexed against her palm. She traced her fingertip around the head, then just below it. He thrust against her. Yet she didn’t fully touch him. She traced her fingers down the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft and gently cupped his balls.
“You’re a prick tease, Sophia,” he growled before he devoured her nipple.
The passion of his possessive action stirred her primal woman. He tightened his grip on her derrière, pressing her fully against his hips. Sophia threw her head back and grasped his straining cock and slowly began to pump him.
She wondered what it would be like to make love to his cock again. She didn’t think of the ways Angelo demeaned her when he forced her to touch him in ways she didn’t want to. Colin was nothing like Angelo. He enjoyed pleasing her. Making her feel as if she were the only woman in his world.
His big hands slid around to her breasts, cupping them as his lips suckled her. Her entire body loosened, and Sophia let herself go with it. She wanted this night. She would kill for one hundred more, but she knew she could only have this one. It would have to be enough. She took Colin into both of her hands and in slow, deliberate strokes, she worked him into such a lather his hips bucked against her. His breathing became labored. Abruptly Sophia move away from him. She shut the faucets off and turned to him. His skin flushed red, his chest rose and fell in short, shallow turns. “Sit on the seat,” she hoarsely said pointing to the seat carved into the marble.
He eyed her skeptically but did as she said. Only his legs and ass were in the water, and that glorious erection of his shimmered hotly like an obelisk rising from the seven seas. She moved toward him and sat up on her knees. “I owe you for last night,” she teased, then licked a wide swath around the head of his dick. His hips rose. She pushed him back into the seat. And then went down on him.
 
Colin’s body stiffened as she took his cock all the way down to her tonsils. His fingers dug into her silky soft hair. God, he loved the way she sucked him. Like she was worshiping him. Slow, deep, reverent. Her hands stroked, cupping his balls gently. Her tongue was lethal the way it flicked and rolled around his head. He was so fucking stiff, he was literally in pain. He wanted inside of her so bad he wasn’t sure what he would do if she said no.
Her head moved up and down, her tongue licking him like a melting ice-cream cone on a hot summer day. Her lips were locked, soft and succulent, clamped around him as if he were her last meal. Her hands wrapped around him as she sucked. Slow, deep, up and down. “Jesus Christ.” He was coming as quick as a sixteen-year-old. Her lips tightened and her hands again cupped his balls. His fingers tightened around her head, his hips thrust in and out of her mouth. “Sophia!” he cried out as he came in a violent burst in her mouth. She hung on, and with those luscious lips of hers, she sucked every ounce of cum from his balls.
Colin’s chest rose and fell in short, shallow dips as he reached out his arms and hung on to the edge of the tub. He slumped back against the marble side. He could not take his eyes off Sophia’s pink little tongue darting and licking the last vestiges of his ejaculation from his still very hard cock. Just the sight of her kept him hard. Her lips were so red, lush, and soft. Her slender fingers stroked him. Her nails were short but neat, with a clear coat of polish on them. Her skin was as flushed as her lips, smooth and sultry from the humidity and the oil. The urge to fuck her was so overwhelming, he swelled in her hand.
“You are evil,” he moaned, pulling her up into his lap. Slipping his arms around her, he nuzzled her neck. Her pulse beat wildly against his lips. Loosing his fingers in her wild mass of hair, he pulled back just enough to kiss her, not caring that she just swallowed what she swallowed. Her lips—soft, willing, inviting—parted for his. He lost himself in her. She turned into him, her skin sliding against his. Every lush curve of her body imprinted itself on his skin. He was losing himself to her, and he didn’t know how to stop it. “That was amazing,” he said softly.
She smiled against his lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That was my inaugural blow job.”
“What?” He didn’t believe it. Surely, she and her husband ...
“Angelo left that to his whores. I was happy to let him.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her hot tits against his chest. “I’m sure you’ve had better, but I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you.”
He tightened his arms around her. “I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ve never had a blow job before, but I can honestly say, no woman has ever made it into such—art.”
She smacked him and wiggled out of his lap and slid across the huge tub to the other side. She picked up a big sponge and poured bath oil onto it. The way she was sitting, she was exposed tits up. She smeared the sponge across her full tits. Her nipples stiffened. So did his dick. “Sophia,” he said hoarsely. Her big green eyes looked up at him trustingly. He swallowed hard. Her life was literally in his hands. A rush of emotion so foreign to him that it felt like a kick to the gut took him so completely by surprise he could not speak. It wasn’t just him protecting her because it was his job, it was more than that. Much, much more. So much more that he could not define it. He didn’t want to. It scared the shit out of him.
“Colin?” she asked, looking concerned.
He shook his head and collected himself. He smiled, covering his momentary nose dive into sentimentality.
God help him, but he wanted a future with one woman—
this
woman. Yes, damn it.
This
woman. The
only
woman. The realization was emancipating and terrifying at the same time. He didn’t want to feel what he felt. It was complicated with his work, and he needed time for the emotions to settle—they were so damn new and unexpected. “I’m going to fuck you proper.” He sunk into the tub and moved toward her. “Then, I’m going to make love to you like you’ve never been made love to before.”
He watched her process his words, then decide if she was going to play coy or—She shook her head as her eyes filled with tears. Christ. What had he done now?
“Colin, I—” She looked down at her hand holding the sponge. A tear plopped on her breast. “I don’t want this. I mean—” She looked up at him. “I do. But I’m afraid I’ll—”
He shushed her with a finger to her lips. He knew what she was going to say. Sex would complicate things. Why did it for women but not men? Or at least, not him? Well, the first time it complicated things for him. What he felt as he held her in his arms all those years ago scared him witless. He had run. Far and fast. He traced a finger across her right breast. “I won’t hold it against you for whatever you feel for me, Sophie.”
Her cheeks reddened, and her eyes flashed. “Because while I may have feelings for you, and sex or making love will most likely make me feel more, it’s okay because you’re a fucking emotional retard?”
Colin blanched at her outburst. “I have feelings too, you know.” Feelings that, if he admitted them, would change everything in his life. Looking down the barrel of gun? No sweat. Telling Sophia he loved her? Terrifying.
“What exactly are your feelings for me, Colin?”
He wanted to say the words but he chickened out. “I’m attracted to you.”
“You’re attracted to anything with a vagina and tits!”
“That’s not true!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, how careless of me. You’re attracted to anything with a vagina, tits, and shit for brains.” She threw the sponge at him and climbed out of the tub.
He could not help but admire how her flushed skin glistened, and how sleek and fuckable her lush body looked. She turned a hot gaze on him. He grinned at her. “You’re impossible!” she shrieked.
She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body and stomped from the bathroom.
Chapter 7
 
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nowing he had to fix what he just broke, Colin stepped dripping wet from the tub and strode naked into the bedroom. Wrapped tightly in her towel as if it would protect her from the world, Sophia sat in a rattan peacock chair near the window. She turned her head and stared daggers at him. He knew why she was mad, and knew he was a coward for not professing his feelings. He knew how to fix it, but he just could not quite pull the trigger. What if he was just caught up in the heat of the moment? His stomach did a slow roll. He raked his fingers through his hair and looked sheepishly at her. “Does this mean we’re not having sex now?”
She pounced with the swiftness of a tiger. The velocity of her hit sent him sprawling back against the small table behind him. She screamed, snarled, punched, and kicked him.
Colin tried to wrap his arms around her to stop her attack but the oil on her body made her as slippery as a seal. She kicked his instep. He lost his balance and they went tumbling onto the floor. Colin turned to take the brunt of the fall, but even though they landed on a soft alpaca throw, the hit jarred his stitches. It hurt like hell.
“You are a miserable excuse for a man!” Sophia railed. “My husband was more of gentleman than you!” She pummeled his chest.
Colin didn’t like what she was saying but he liked the way she way saying it. It was better than the weepy emotional scaredy-cat she’d been. Grinning, he rolled over onto her. Her eyes widened when his thickening cock speared the inside of her thigh. Oh, hell, he was so close. Her skin was so slick that if she moved so much as an inch he would be inside of her.
Colin swallowed hard and, just for the sheer pleasure of ruffling her feathers more, he said, “So that’s a no?”
“Argh! You are impossible!” She strained against him. Her nipples were hard as pebbles against his chest, her skin had warmed, and she was trembling. He lowered his nose to her neck and inhaled. “I yam what I yam.”
She made a choking noise and he kissed the pulse in her jugular despite the way she strained against him. “And what I am is sorry for hurting your feelings.”
“Colin,” she hissed. Didn’t matter. He could feel her body call to his. She wanted him just as he much as he wanted her.
“Sophia,” he answered, kissing her behind the ear. Tenderness was an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest.
She raised her knee again. He blocked it with his own. The action thrust his hips higher between her legs. Tenderness gave way to primal heat.
The head of his cock tapped into her slick folds. Sophia’s eyes widened and her body gripped him. He clenched his jaw so hard he was afraid he’d break his teeth. Her body sizzled and pulsed around his cock with such intensity that he could not—
She shifted and—Ah, Jesus. He slid another inch into her. They both gasped, but still she pushed him away. “For the love of God, Sophia,” he rasped. “Let me in.”
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