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She pulled her lips away from his when he retreated just as slowly.

She started to complain, to demand he move, when she caught his mischievous gaze. He was teasing her.

Her honeymoon. Their first time together and he was making a damn joke.

She laughed. God, she loved him. “Had your fun?”

He shrugged. “Isn’t this how you imagined sex with me would be?”

She frowned. “How the hell did you know that?”

“You told me so the night of Teagan’s wedding. You’d had too much champagne and I foolishly mentioned that we’d never kissed.”

She nodded, recalling her heartless reply. “You wanted to kiss me that night.”

“It was midnight. New Year’s. Besides, I’ve always wanted to kiss you. Always known—”

“That we were perfect for each other,” she finished.

He grinned. “Yep.”

“But that night, I said you and I could never be together romantically because we were too different.”

“Because I was too boring and you were too wild.” He repeated her reasoning.

“You aren’t boring, Aaron. You’ve never been boring. I don’t know why—”

“You were having a bad night, Riley. I understood.”

She leaned up to kiss him. She’d been a bitch to him far too often in the past and he’d never left her side, never failed to support her. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” His smile was easy, genuine. “I got my way in the end.”

She laughed. “Because you’re stubborn.”

“Determined.”

“Shut up and kiss me, sugar.”

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He bent down, his lips hard and possessive. His hips began to thrust and she marveled over the fact he’d been inside her the entire time they’d talked. It felt so natural. He began to move faster and she had to push away from his lips, gasp for air as he took complete ownership of her body. She tightened her legs around his waist, moaning when he reached down with one hand to touch her clit.

“Oh my God,” she cried as he rubbed the sensitive, throbbing flesh. “So good.”

He continued to pound inside her pussy, caressing her clit until she exploded in orgasm. She screamed at the incredible sensations pummeling her body but Aaron never wavered, dragging out the climax until she feared she’d pass out. As the feeling began to wane, she felt him pull out of her body.

“Roll over.” His voice was deep, commanding, and she responded to it in an instant. “Hands and knees. I’m not finished with you.”

She shivered at his hot words, surrendering control into his very capable hands.

The moment she got into position, he was back inside her, his cock thrusting so deeply, she couldn’t hold back her cries of delight. Within moments, she felt another climax building. Christ, he was going to kill her with all this pleasure. He reached around to grip her breasts, halting their movement as they swung under his forceful motions. He pinched her nipples while telling her all the dirty, lovely things he wanted to do to her.

His words—as much as his powerful fucking—pushed her over the edge again. Her body shuddered as it came down from the most intense orgasm of the century. She collapsed on her stomach, struggling to catch her breath.

“Not finished yet,” Aaron whispered, kissing the nape of her neck.

“You’re going to have to go on without me.” Her words were muffled by the pillow. “Think I died halfway through that last orgasm.”

He chuckled but remained undaunted. He rolled her onto her back. “One more, Riley,” he insisted. “One more time, together.”

He came over her once more, nudging her legs apart. This time he took her the way he’d promised at the beginning. His motions were slow, steady and loving, and her 63

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body embraced them. Every pulse of his cock teased her sensitive flesh, driving her to the peak. She’d never come this easily, this quickly.

Aaron thrust deeply one last time and she gave herself up to the feeling and to him.

He cried out above her, his climax driving hers even higher.

“Love you,” he said as his cock erupted inside her, filling her with his come. “God, I love you, Riley.”

He lowered himself, pulling her toward his chest and enveloping her in his comforting embrace.

She didn’t give him the words back. She couldn’t. Her heart was too full of the emotion and it was spilling out everywhere. She wrapped her arm around his waist and fought back tears. She didn’t cry. She never cried, but with his words and actions, he had claimed her heart, her soul, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would love him until the day she died. But she’d have to tell him tomorrow. Tonight, the sentiment was too strong.

Too potent.

Too new.

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Aaron jerked awake. Neon lights from the street below streamed through the sheer curtains, casting the room in an eerie pink haze. It took him several moments to remember where he was—Vegas—and what exactly had woken him up, and then he grinned.

“Trouble sleeping?” He was able to make out the top of Riley’s head as it lowered toward his cock.

“You didn’t let me finish earlier.” She surrounded his engorged flesh with her mouth. Damn, the woman gave great head. He closed his eyes, struggling to keep from coming too soon. If this was any indication of how she intended to wake him up in the future, he was going to die a very happy man. He fought back a chuckle at the image of an elderly Riley going down on him when they were old and gray.

Her teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock and he groaned.

Her hand gripped the base of his dick tightly, moving in time with her mouth. Oh yeah, this wasn’t going to take long. He’d spent too much of the day in a constant state of arousal to try to hold off the impending climax for too long.

Riley released his cock with a pop, looking up at him. “I’ll let you choose,” she said when he started to protest her abrupt end.

“Choose?”

“I can finish this blowjob until you come in my mouth or I can crawl on top of you and give you the ride of a lifetime.” He stared at her for several moments until she giggled. “Trouble deciding?”

“I want both.”

“Greedy bastard,” she teased.

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“Climb on, Riley. We’ll see who enjoys the ride more.”

“What about the blowjob?”

“Oh, I’ll get that. Later. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know when.”

She shook her head and he watched her grin grow as she straddled his hips. “Giddy up,” she said with a laugh.

She slowly sank down on his cock and he fought the wave of lightheadedness that accompanied her movement. He gripped her hips and attempted to direct her motion, but he should have realized such an effort would be wasted. She paused, leaving him seated to the hilt, the heat of her pussy almost scalding.

“If you want me to continue, sugar, you have to follow my lead,” she said. “Why don’t we put those hands of yours to better use?” She grasped his hands, dragging them up to her breasts. “I know how much you like boobs.”

He pinched her nipples in response, pleased by the sound of her sharp inhalation.

“Don’t get used to the driver’s seat, Riley.”

“Aaron—” she started, but he cut her off.

“I’m not a passive lover. We’ll play this your way for now, but I don’t make any promises that it will end with you in charge.”

The muscles of her pussy fluttered against him. His comment seemed to knock her off balance for only a moment and then—as always—his girl recovered her equilibrium.

He squeezed the globes of her breasts and she grinned, resuming her ride.

She took his cock inside her body like she lived her life—fast, hard, wild. It took all the strength he possessed not to come too soon. She knew exactly how to time the strokes, where to touch him to drive him mad, what to say to push him to the brink.

Jesus, she was magnificent.

He moved his hands away from her breasts, savoring the smooth, soft texture of her skin. He skimmed his fingers along her waist to her hips before turning inward, toward her pussy. He delved between her legs, lightly caressing her clit with one finger before 66

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burrowing deeper. He rimmed the opening of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her body taking his cock inside her. She gasped when he gathered some of the moisture created by their bodies and used it to rub her clit more deeply.

“God, I love that.” She trembled as she spoke. He’d learned earlier that she responded strongly when he stimulated her clit. Her pace increased as he pushed more firmly. She mimicked his motions as her arousal grew and took over. Her eyes were closed and he loved the complete rapture that covered her face a second before her orgasm claimed her. She was a vocal lover, her cries loud and lovely. As the climax reached its crescendo, she fell forward.

Wrapping his arms around her, he twisted them on the bed until she was beneath him, his cock still buried inside her. “Ready to hand me the reins?”

Her eyes opened at his request. “What did you have in mind?”

“I thought I’d surprise you.”

She smiled. “I like surprises.”

“I know.” He reached for her legs, hooking his elbows in the crooks of her knees.

“Feeling flexible?”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

He lifted her legs and bent forward. The position left her knees nearly perpendicular with her shoulders and her pussy wide for his attention.

“I’ve noticed you like it hard.” He kissed her, letting his lips and his words tickle her cheek.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Hold on, Mrs. Young.” He punctuated his warning with a quick, hard thrust and Riley groaned. He repeated the motion several more times, rejoicing when he felt the muscles of her pussy signaling her coming climax. Having sex with her was more fun than his fantasies had been. She far surpassed every wet dream he’d ever had about her.

He pulled out, releasing her legs.

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“Hey.” She frowned when he moved away.

“You’re going to have to learn to control those orgasms of yours.”

“Why?” she asked, and he laughed. The question was so typically Riley. She never denied herself any pleasure she wanted. Squeezing every bit of joy out of life she possibly could.

“Because it will make the reward that much sweeter in the end.”

“Screw that. Actually, screw me. I was getting close.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘quality, not quantity’?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much in bed?”

He didn’t bother to answer, instead rolling her onto her stomach and trapping her legs beneath his thighs. She started to push herself up, so he placed his hand at the top of her back, holding her against the mattress.

“Aaron, what—” Any further comment she could make was cut off when he placed a sharp smack on her bottom. “What the hell are you doing?”

He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back. “Have you ever been spanked?”

“What kind of question is that? I’m one of seven rambunctious kids and you’ve met my pop. Of course I’ve been spanked. Hell, I think my pop spanked
you
once when we broke his—”

“I mean sexually, Riley.”

“I don’t think spankings are even remotely sexy.”

“Have you ever tried it?” he asked.

“Have you?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

She laid her head on the pillow beneath her and sighed. “How did I not know all of this about you?”

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He bent forward and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek before allowing her to roll over. He sat up while she lay on her back looking at him. “We’ve never really discussed our sex lives.”

“That’s not true,” she said. “I’ve told you everything about mine.”

He paused to consider her comment and realized she was being sincere. She’d told him way too much about her past love life, as far as he was concerned. It had eaten him alive to hear all the gory details about her being with any man who wasn’t him. Even so, he’d listened and commented and pretended for years that every word she spoke didn’t cut through him like a knife.

“You never asked me about mine, Riley.”

“Would you have told me?” she asked. “If I’d looked at you and said, ‘What floats your boat between the sheets, Aaron?’ Would you have mentioned the spankings, the butt plugs, the dominance and God knows what else?”

Would he have told her? He wasn’t sure he would have. For some reason, he’d wanted that part of his life to be separate from her. He hadn’t lied earlier about wanting everything or nothing from her. Perhaps that was why he’d been so reticent in regards to telling her about his own sex life. Sharing even stories with Riley would have reminded him of what he wanted from her that he’d never expected—until yesterday—

to receive.

“I wouldn’t have told you,” he confessed.

“Why not?” He could tell his answer hurt her. “We’re best friends, Aaron. I honestly thought I knew everything there was to know about you.”

“Would you have wanted to know all of this? Why does it matter? Until this morning, you’ve never viewed me as a man you’d want to fuck. I’ve always just been reliable old Aaron—your good buddy, your pal. You want to know what floats my boat between the sheets? I like to be in control in bed. If I tell a woman to get to her knees and suck my cock, I expect her to obey. If my lover is naughty, she can be damn sure I’ll turn her over my knee and spank her ass. I like my pleasure with the slightest hint of 69

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pain. I love exploring all the unspeakable places on a woman’s body and pushing her until she cries for mercy.”

Riley stared at him for several long, painful moments, but he refused to break the silence. She’d pushed him and he’d pushed back. Gone were the days where he handled this woman with kid gloves. It was time she saw, time she understood what made him tick.

“I’d never cry for mercy.” She rose up until her face was inches from his.

“What?”

“I’d only ever cry for more from you.”