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He fit the tip of his cock against her, then eased inside, cupping her butt to pull her up close as he gave a first thrust.

 

Oh, yeah. Just as hot and tight as he imagined she’d be. And when Aubry wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, he seated himself fully inside of her. It was goddamned perfection.

 

She smelled like sweet cotton candy, felt like soft heaven, and as he moved within her, her body gripped his cock tight.

 

“You feel good,” he said, reaching down to slide a hand over her hip, levering himself close so he could hit all her hot spots as well.

 

Her nails dug into his arms. “Oh, yes. Right there, Tucker.”

 

She rocked back and forth against him as he pulled out, then slid in again. She was right there with him, her gaze pinned to his as they moved together in a slow, deliberate pace at first. He measured the signals she gave him. She liked it easy, and he could handle that for now. He took in the sounds she made—breathy little moans and gasps that made his balls draw up tight and made his cock harden like steel. He enjoyed watching her nipples pucker up when he rubbed his chest against her breasts.

 

Hell, he liked everything about being naked and inside of her. And when her moans turned to gasps and whimpers, he increased the pace, holding back the need to release. Because she was going to go first, and when her sweet little * tightened around him, when she dug into the mattress and raised her hips, a silent invitation for more and deeper, he gave it to her.

 

Sweat dripped down his back with the effort to hold back, but she was so damn good he didn’t want to come. Not just yet, not when Aubry’s cheeks pinkened and a dark flush spread over her breasts.

 

“Tucker,” she said, digging her nails in harder. “So, so good. You make me want to come.”

 

“Let go,” he said, bending to kiss her, a hard driving kiss he coupled with deeper, faster thrusts. She cried out against his lips and he felt the force of her orgasm wrapping round his cock, squeezing him tight as she came.

 

This time, he let go, slamming hard into her with his release. He felt dizzy from it, wrapping an arm around Aubry as her body rocked underneath him.

 

Spent and out of breath, he nuzzled her neck, licking droplets of perspiration from her skin.

 

Now that had been good. Really damn good. And when he could breathe again, he told her that.

 

“It was pretty decent for round one,” she said.

 

He lifted his head and looked up at her smiling face. “It’s a good thing I’m in great shape. I can tell you’re very demanding.”

 

She brushed a hair away from his forehead. “I told you I’d been in a drought, didn’t I?”

 

“Yes. I believe you mentioned that.”

 

“So, you just happen to be the person I decided to make it rain for me.”

 

He rolled over to his side, bringing her with him so they faced each other. “And by making it rain, I take it to mean you’d like a monsoon.”

 

She laughed. “I believe so.”

 

“No complaints here.” He pulled her on top of him and laid his hands on her ass, kneading the soft globes. She writhed against him until he got hard again.

 

She grinned down at him. “I could tell from the first time I saw you that you were a rainmaker, Tucker.”

 

 

 

 

 

AUBRY ROLLED OVER IN BED AND GLARED AT THE clock. Five a.m.

 

She really hated five a.m. She yawned, then looked over at the other side of the bed, at the dark-headed god sleeping next to her. She couldn’t help her lopsided smile.

 

Six times. She’d come six times last night. She was sore in places that hadn’t been sore in years. But it was a really awesome kind of ache.

 

She waited for regret to set in as she got up and took a shower, then got ready for work. By the time she dried her hair and brewed coffee, she realized she had no regrets.

 

Last night had been fun, and she felt more relaxed than she’d been in . . .

 

A very long time.

 

She sipped her coffee, leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled.

 

Six orgasms would do that to a person. And God knew she needed some relaxation.

 

She looked up to find Tucker strolling into the kitchen wearing only his jeans—which were unzipped, showing off all that delicious skin and that vee from his lower abs to places she’d like to explore further—and his glasses.

 

That man was so damn sexy, glasses and all.

 

If only she had today off as well.

 

Dammit.

 

“I smelled coffee. You heading to work?”

 

She nodded. “Yes, unfortunately. Help yourself. The door locks on its own when you close it. You can take a shower or go back to bed or whatever.”

 

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