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On the fourth stroke, I plunge my tongue into her mouth again, mimicking the action of our bodies with our tongues. Lauren melts around me, opening, accepting, and smelling like tempting, tantalizing female. Even better, she meets each downward stroke, tipping up to me, ripping through my shaky control.

But I can’t stop, even though I feel like I’m driving a hundred miles an hour down a twisting road while blindfolded. I’m destined to crash—hard.

I won’t until Lauren crashes with me.

Bracing my hands against her hips, I force myself to slow down, deliver each thrust with deliberate impact and maximum friction. Gritting my teeth, I growl as I fill her to the hilt again. Beneath me, Lauren’s little pants as she tries to catch her breath are driving me out of my mind.

When I find her magic spot, the one guaranteed to fast-forward her into orgasm, she writhes.

With short digs of my cock, I work her, dragging the head, which feels as if it has ballooned ten times its normal size, right where she needs it. She rewards me, breath catching, flush spreading across her fair skin, thighs latching on, pussy tightening.

“I—oh! I need…”

“I know what you need,” I rasp into her ear. “How bad do you want it?”

“So bad. Pleeeeaaase,” she cries out, rosy lips parted in passion. “I-I need…”

I know what she needs, and I intend to deliver.

I lengthen my strokes again to inflict maximum friction on her G-spot before I nudge her clit with my pelvis. Then I do it again and again, thrusting deep, jolting her cervix with every fierce downward stroke until her walls fist me and ripple with the pending explosion. Balls deep, I rock against her again.

“Yes.” Her fists grip the headboard. “Yes… Oh, my god!”

One more long, calculated plunge inside her and she unravels.

So does my self-control.

The feel of her squeezing me, milking my cock as she screams, head tossed back, while she grabs the bedposts and climaxes without restraint… It’s too much for my overwrought libido. I’ve waited too long. I need her too much.

That’s not all. I’m desperate to mark her somehow. It’s crazy and primitive, and I’ve never felt such an urge in my life, but I’m not about to deny it when blistering fire shoots up my cock, starbursting ecstasy through my body as I shout in satisfaction and come deep inside her clamping, fluttering pussy.

When the ecstasy burns through its fire, I collapse on top of her. My arms and legs feel heavy. My head swims like I’m drunk.

Best orgasm of my life—hands down.

Slowly we catch our breath. A minute slides by. Then another. I kiss her cheeks, the tip of her pert nose, her swollen mouth. I caress the line from her hip to her waist until I wander up to her breast and settle my palm under her delicate shoulder and pull her impossibly closer.

Being with Lauren is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m replete, content. I could stay like this, with her, forever. Already, I’m picturing our honeymoon sex, our make-up sex, our we’re-having-a-baby sex, our golden years sex. There’s no doubt in my mind this woman is it for me. I want to blurt everything, especially what’s in my heart, then make love to her again.

But under me, her body begins to stiffen with tension. She unhooks her legs from around my waist, then tries to close her thighs and displace me.

Frustration skitters down my spine, disturbing my bliss. I grab her tighter, pinning her in place. Even though my half-hard dick is still inside her, she’s pulling away physically—emotionally—and shoving her defenses back into place.

“Who are you?” she demands.

Before coming here, I planned to make love to her, then reveal my identity. Let her deal with the truth so we can move beyond the scorching-hot sex and start sharing our feelings and lives.

Now…I have a bad feeling Lauren needs more than one tango between the sheets before she’ll be ready for another long-term relationship, much less one with me. In hindsight, I was too optimistic to think that a single fuck—no matter how great—would open her eyes so she could see me as something other than Noah Reeves, her boss, her pal, and all-around good guy.

Until she does, I can’t make her mine. So I can’t tell her who I am until I figure out how to capture her heart.

“Who are you?” she demands again. “I swear I know your voice…”

I wince. Revealing myself now would blow up in my face.

“Later,” I whisper, changing the tone of my voice. I move in to kiss her again. Distract her.

She tears her mouth away. “Now.”