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“Oh. Oh. Yes!” I smacked my hand across my mouth, laughing after hearing the animalistic cry.

All the while, I was serenaded with his gruff sounds, keeping me excited and on the delicious plateau. When I finally came downfrom the extreme high, he pressed his lips across one leg then the other before easing me back into the water.

“Sweet and tangy,” he murmured as he nuzzled against the side of my neck.

“You can’t have both.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Nope.” I pushed against his shoulders, offering a salacious look. He wasn’t the kind of man to lose a competition to anyone. Without a second thought, he captured my mouth, holding our lips in position for several seconds.

But soon he thrust his tongue inside, battling with mine to prove me wrong. The taste of me on his lips was sexy as hell. He enjoyed the small win, the kiss becoming a passionate roar.

However, I sensed by how his cock throbbed, pulsing erratically that his patience was waning. The powerful man needed satisfaction.

I was proven right.

As soon as he spun me around, I gripped the edge, pushing up as he kicked my legs further apart.

The next series of hard smacks was jarring, but every sensation was powerful. I was still lightheaded, incapable of focusing on anything. Just the way he wanted me. I was still lingering in the feeling of being fucked long and hard when he thrust his cock back into my pussy.

My muscles clamped around the thick invasion, pulling him in even deeper. He pulled me away from the edge, gripping my hips as he fucked me like a wild animal. I was crazed with desire, somuch so I could barely breathe. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, keeping me on edge then slowing down, cracking his hand on my bottom once again.

The heat building between us was insane, so intense I had difficulty catching a full breath. He wasn’t interested in stopped or allowing me to collect myself.

Water pounded over us, the brutal thudding as he drove in hard and fast a powerful aphrodisiac. I was lost in the moment, engaged in the warmth of his scent and the rush of heat from his touch.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice when he pressed his cockhead against the crack of my ass. I barely realized what he was doing when he rolled the tip up and down. And only when he’d driven inside my darkened hole by an inch did I finally respond.

Stiffening, I clawed the edge of the pool as I rose onto my toes. He kept one hand gripping my hip and pulled hair from around my shoulders with the other.

“Relax, baby girl. Just relax. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.” There was no stopping him, not that I wanted to. He pushed another inch inside, allowing me to catch my breath for a few seconds.

The pain ripped at my breath but was short lived as pleasure rolled through me. He took his time pushing in an inch at a time. When he was fully seated inside, he pressed the full weight of his body to my heated skin and the vibrations were off the charts. We moved together as we’d done before only, I had no illusion about who was in charge. He wasn’t about to allow me to have any control.

He pulled out, driving into me again. And again. When he finally gripped my fingers, I lolled my head on his shoulder, staring up at the stars.

They were even more beautiful tonight, allowing me to feel that reckless abandon I’d wanted so desperately to have in my life.

For a little while, we were as one, rocking together as if we were meant to be. This wasn’t love, but it was something even stronger, more sustainable because above anyone else in my life, I knew I could trust him.

That was something special and no one could ever take that away from us.

Including the monster.

I was aware the moment he was ready to surrender to his own needs, every muscle in his body tense. As his actions slowed, I did what I could to rip that little bit of control away from him by squeezing my muscles.

Until his body stiffened and he erupted deep inside.

CHAPTER 20

Maverick

Lunging toward the phone, I caught it on the fourth ring. “Maverick Callahan.”

“You’re out of breath, Agent Callahan. Perhaps it’s because you’ve been spending too much time with your buddies, hiding your sorrows in a bottle of booze.”

“Who the fuck is this?” I moved around my desk, paying close attention to every sound.