Almost beyond conscious thought, Conrad fucked her with the full force of his desire, climax overtaking him in a rush of ecstasy.
Caught somewhere between heaven and earth, he stayed as he was, deep inside her, his body still pinning her to the wall, their heartbeats slowly returning to normal. It was Kenzie who spoke first.
“That was …amazing.” She kissed him. “I love the way you overwhelm me.”
“Yeah?” Conrad’s surge of masculine pride was cut short by a puppy whine. He looked down to see Gabby and Gizmo on the stairs, watching them. “Is it okay for them to see this?”
Kenzie laughed. “Are you embarrassed?”
“Maybe.” He reached down, took hold of the condom, and withdrew from her, lowering her gently to her feet. “I’m not used to an audience.”
She smoothed her gown back into place. “I’ll put them to bed—provided I can walk. Come on, Gizmo. Come, Gabby. It’s bedtime.”
While she settled the dogs for the night, Conrad washed up in the bathroom, still in a post-orgasmic stupor. He didn’t know what it was about Kenzie that got to him. He’d had lots of women in his life, beautiful women, athletic women, and none of them had touched him the way Kenzie did.
She was waiting for him in the bedroom, lying in a seductive pose on her side, a dream in red beaded silk. “Undress.”
Much to Conrad’s surprise, he felt the first stirrings of renewed desire.
The woman was living Viagra.
He indulged her, holding her gaze while he shed his sports jacket, tugged his turtleneck over his head, slowly unzipped his jeans, and tossed them aside with his boxer briefs. “Is this better?”
“You’re ticking my fantasies off pretty quickly. I’m going to have to come up with some new ones.”
He wanted to hear more.
He sat on the edge of the bed behind her, his fingers seeking her zipper. “Tell me about these fantasies.”
“We just fulfilled one of them. And when you carried me into the bedroom—that was a big one.”
“What’s left?” He pulled down the zipper, slid his hand inside the gown to cup her breast through the silk and lace of her bra.
She seemed to hesitate.
“Come on, now.” He peeled the gown from her body, tossed it onto a nearby chair, and took in the sight of her in her red bra and panties. “Don’t get all shy. Five minutes ago, I was inside you.”
“You could tie me to the bed.”
Holy hell.
Her words hit Conrad in the solar plexus. “You would like that?”
“I’ve never tried it. But no real pain or anything.”
“I can get on board with that.” He leaned down, kissed a path along her shoulder to her neck. “What else?”
“We could do it in front of a mirror so I can see your cock sliding inside me.”
Another shock to the solar plexus—and blood rushed to his groin.
“We can do that—someday.” He pushed her onto her back, straddled her, and jerked down her bra to expose those beautiful breasts, his cock half-hard already. “Tonight, we’re fulfilling my fantasy—the one where I go down on you until I’ve memorized your taste and you’re so exhausted from coming again and again that you fall asleep with my mouth still on you.”
Her body tensed, her pupils dilating, the breath leaving her lungs in a slow exhale. “I like that fantasy.”
He grinned. “Well, hold on, honey, because here it comes.”
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