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  Affection and tenderness pushed at the walls of her heart. Tyler ran his hands over her bare legs, his gaze on her naked body.

  With her large breasts and round hips, Kate knew she didn’t look like his previous girlfriends—or even his previous fuck buddies—but his lust for her was evident in the erotic tension of his muscles and the unmistakable erection pushing against his fly.

  She rose to her elbows, anticipation welling inside her. “I want to see you, too.”

  Tyler shucked his T-shirt over his head and dropped his hand to his fly. Fascinated, Kate watched as he worked the buttons and shed his jeans, kicking them off along with his socks.

  Oh my…

  His body was incredible—taut, golden-brown skin stretching over hard muscles that looked as if they had been chiseled from granite. His well-defined pecs sloped down to a washboard stomach lined with ridges that she wanted to trace with the tip of her tongue. For the moment, she settled on devouring him with her gaze, skimming past his pelvis to his corded thighs before sweeping back up to settle on the unnervingly big cock trapped beneath his boxer briefs.

  Her throat went dry, her heart pulsing a fast rhythm. Her sex contracted in response to the sight of his arousal, both with excitement and wariness because she was quite certain she’d never seen so large an erection up close and personal.

  She sat up. Tyler approached her, and then his erection was right in front of her. She slowly ran her fingers over the hard, heavy bulge, tracing the length all the way down to where it pulsed against his thigh.

  Drumming up a latent courage, she grasped his boxer briefs and tugged them over his hips. His cock sprang free, rising toward her like a living creature. She stared in awe at the thought of him pushing that thick ridge of flesh into her body.

  “Can I touch you?” she whispered.

  He gave a hoarse laugh. “God, yes. Please.”

  She encircled the veined shaft with her hand, loving the pulsing sensation against her palm. Everything about him was so alive, so charged with energy and power. The head of his cock was already darkened to a deep red, glossy with moisture, and she licked her lips with the urge to taste him.

  He slid one hand into her hair, working the band holding it away from her face. Her hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and he muttered a noise of appreciation before sinking his hands into the dark strands.

  The sensation was warm and pleasurable, a welcome addition to the heat building inside her with the force of a volcano on the verge of eruption. She opened her mouth, letting him nudge his cock against her lips. She darted her tongue out to lick the tip, her senses filling with his musky scent and taste.

  With a moan, she squirmed to the edge of the bed and settled her hands on his hips, holding him still as she opened her mouth wider and sucked him in.

  “Oh, shit.” He groaned, driving his hands deeper into her hair. “Christ, Darling, the second I saw you, I wanted those pretty lips wrapped around my dick…yeah, use your tongue…ah, fuck, that’s good…”

  He pushed his hips forward, and she instinctively slackened her throat muscles so he could thrust gently. His fingers tightened against her scalp, stilling her movements as he slipped out of her mouth.

  She ran her tongue over her lips, the lingering taste of him still a heady aphrodisiac. Her whole body flushed with arousal and anticipation. He crawled onto the bed, his eyes brimming with lust. He straddled her waist and grabbed her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head. Sexual intent radiated from him like the burn of the sun.

  He bent his head to kiss her again, his mouth a welcome, hot pressure against hers. Her curves yielded to the hard planes of his chest, fitting into him like two hands clasping. The kiss lengthened, deepened. She stroked his smooth back, tracing the muscles with her fingertips. She was softening, melting, opening for him.

  Tyler eased back, his cheekbones flushed with heat. He reached for his jeans, fumbling to grab a condom from his wallet. Kate watched him, her breathing fast. Never before had she felt like this, as if all her nerve endings were on fire, as if only he could assuage the ache growing and expanding inside her.

  He rolled the condom over his shaft, then made a place for himself between her thighs.

  He looked up, his gaze meeting hers with an electric jolt. “Spread them nice and wide, Darling.”

  Kate bit her lip, battling back anxiety as she spread her legs. Not only had it been a while since she’d had sex at all, she’d certainly never been with a man who was nearly as big and potent as Tyler.

  He tucked his hands beneath her thighs, pushing them upward. Cooler air brushed against her damp pussy, sending a tickle of pleasure through her. He grasped his shaft and rubbed the tip of his cock slowly over her folds, as if he were giving her a chance to get used to both the size and feel of him.

  She squirmed, her need arcing higher and higher. She couldn’t believe this was her, all spread out and open while this insanely hot man stroked his cock over her swollen clit. She’d have wondered how in the world this had even happened, if her hips hadn’t started rotating almost of their own volition, a wordless plea for more.

  Tyler muttered something low in his throat, his chest heaving and his eyes glazing over as he watched her working herself on him. She moaned, running her hands over her breasts and belly. She couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Tyler.” Her voice was strained, desperate. She fisted her hands in the sheets and lifted her head to look at him. “Hurry.”

  His jaw clenched. He pushed her legs wider apart, easing into her slowly… slowly… Kate’s thighs trembled with strain, her body working to accommodate him.

  His shaft filled and stretched her by exquisitely slow degrees. Incredible sensations flooded her. She tightened her grip on the sheets, clenching instinctively to prevent the penetration even as much as she wanted it. Tyler paused, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  “I’ll go slow,” he said, his voice husky with urgency. “But don’t tense up.”

  The stimulation of her clit was enough to send her into a frenzy of aching need. She released the sheet and touched her breasts, pinching her hard nipples.

  “Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

  With a groan, he sank into her another inch, his cock throbbing against her inner walls. She arched upward. He pushed forward, putting his hands under her thighs to hold them apart.

  “Jesus, you feel good,” he hissed, shifting into her inch by delicious inch. “So fucking hot and tight…wider, honey…oh, fuck…”

  He thrust once more, and then he was fully seated inside her, filling her so completely that his blood pulsed in time with hers. Kate dragged a hot breath into her lungs, not sure she could take much more of this even though it was far from over.

  It was, in fact, only beginning. He pulled back and pushed forward, jostling her body against the mattress. And then she was falling, sinking into the push-and-pull cadence of their bodies, the deep thrust of his cock in and out of her. His grunts filled the hot air above her. His fingers dug into the tender skin of her thighs, her breasts, her hips. Her legs began to ache from being spread so wide apart, even as she reveled in the constant slick thrust of his shaft.

  Her mind fogged with pleasure. Only when she felt the pressure of his fingers on her clit again did her body begin the ascent toward release.

  “Tyler.” She gasped, her hands caressing her aching breasts. “It’s happening.”

  “Yeah.” His jaw clenched. “Tighten your pussy around my dick, sweetheart. That’s it…you’re going to come so nice and hard…I want to feel it all the way to my bones.”

  Kate moaned, lifting her legs in a blatant display of exposure that she’d never thought herself capable of. Tension coiled through her, tighter and tighter, before breaking with a delicious explosion of bliss.

  She cried out, quivering and shaking as her pussy contracted around Tyler’s shaft and his fingers continued to draw the sensations from her clit. I
ntense heat washed over her when he plunged into her again in a drive toward his own release.

  Kate opened her eyes, her blood still throbbing as she watched him. Tension corded every one of his muscles, and his jaw was clenched tight. His pace slowed. He thrust inside her once, twice, then sank deep inside her with a shout, his body arching above her.

  Beautiful, Kate thought in a daze. He was a beautiful specimen of masculinity.

  He groaned and rolled off her, his chest heaving. He discarded the condom and threw an arm over his eyes. Sweat trickled down his temple.

  “That was incredible, Darling. You don’t need sex lessons.”

  Pleasure swept through her. She turned onto her side to face him, tucking her hands under her head.

  “I definitely need experience,” she said. “I just haven’t done very much. I think this was only the third time, if that, that I’ve given a man a blowjob. My first boyfriend didn’t like it…well, he didn’t like the way I did it, I guess. I’ve never done it to completion, though.”

  “Rule number one.” Tyler lifted his arm to look at her, his expression shuttered. “Don’t bring up other guys before, during, or after you and I fuck.”

  Kate winced. “Sorry.”

  “Rule number two…” He lifted his arm, indicating that she should tuck herself against his side. “We always cuddle.”

  Chapter

  TWELVE

  Kate couldn’t sleep. Arousal continued to course through her veins, intensified by the warm strength of Tyler’s body beside her. He rolled to his side, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his breath. She ran her fingers over his back, loving the way his muscles moved beneath his taut, tanned skin.

  She eased out of bed, pulling on a cotton robe before going to the kitchen. She filled a glass with water and turned on her laptop.

  As it warmed up, she checked her phone. Five texts from Sugar Rush employees popped up, including one from Luke asking if she could bring the information for the next all-company email to the Wild Child Bakery in Rainsville on Saturday.

  A pang of guilt shot through her. Though none of the issues were time sensitive, she had a reputation for responding to messages within five minutes—not five hours. She quickly replied to all of them, promising Luke she’d drop the paperwork off at the bakery before ten.

  She looked at her laptop, the multiple folders organized on the desktop. She’d had plans to work last night, but wow…hadn’t those plans gone totally awry?

  And she couldn’t exactly muster up any interest in working right now, not with her blood still pulsing and her sex damp and quivering. She was half tempted to go back to bed and wake Tyler up for…

  “You getting my quiz ready?” His deep voice rolled through the darkened kitchen.

  Kate turned away from the computer. Her nerves lit up at the sight of him leaning against the doorjamb in nothing but his boxer briefs. The dim light carved shadows over his chest, delineating all his muscles and washboard abdomen with that trail of hair pointing the way straight to bliss.

  For a minute, she couldn’t believe she’d had sex with him, this big, hunky male with his messy dark hair and chiseled body. No wonder he was such a popular fuck buddy. Women everywhere would…

  …and that thought could stop right there.

  “Maybe.” Kate rested her hips on the counter and eyed him pointedly. “What does the acronym MARC stand for?”

  “Making A Really pretty girl Come.” He rubbed the scruff on his jaw. “A girl named Kate.”

  She stifled a giggle. “And what is the purpose of authority control?”

  “Consistency.” He started walking…no, stalking toward her like a predator seeking its prey.

  “What else?” Kate’s breathing grew shallow with every step that brought him closer.

  “Organization.” He stopped in front of her. The air warmed with his body heat. “Cooperative cataloging. Access control.”

  “You did do some homework.”

  “My teacher told me to.” His eyes darkened as his gaze slid to the V neckline of her loosely belted robe. “But now she has to obey my orders.”

  Kate’s knees weakened. She reached behind her to grasp the counter and keep her balance. Tyler hooked his finger into the belt of her robe and slowly pulled it off. The robe separated, revealing her flushed, naked body. Her nipples were still hard, her skin marked from his whisker burn and the pressure of his grip.

  Kate shivered, automatically moving to close the robe. Tyler grabbed her arms and stepped closer, locking his lower body to hers and pushing her back against the counter. He was already half hard, his erection pushing against her belly. Fresh arousal flared through her.

  “My orders,” he murmured, grinding his hips slowly against her, “are for you to do exactly what I tell you to do. Because I have authority control.”

  He took hold of her waist and lifted her onto the counter, sliding his hands between her thighs to spread them wider. Kate drew in a breath, her fingers tightening on the counter. Through the thin barrier of his boxer briefs, his cock throbbed against the folds of her sex, the hard ridge stimulating her still-tender clit.

  With a groan, she edged forward to wiggle against his erection. The robe fell off her shoulders and pooled around her waist, leaving her almost naked. Tyler gave a muffled laugh and slipped his hand beneath her chin. He lifted her face, his eyes brewing with lust as he lowered his mouth to hers.

  Arousal burst in Kate like an exploding star. He kissed her like she was the only thing that existed for him at that moment. Like he wanted to devour her, absorb her, fill himself up with only her. His hands flexed on her waist, curved around to grip her bottom and pull her more securely toward him. Caged in his arms, his erection pulsing against her clit, she was drowning in a sweet, hot pool of sensation.

  Unlocking her fingers from the counter’s edge, she placed them on his arms, gripping his strong biceps. She loved the ripple of his muscles under her palms. She loved being secure in the knowledge that she could touch him to her heart’s content.

  She parted her lips under his, shivering with delight as his tongue swept into her mouth. He tasted like decadent, exotic things—peppermint fudge, amaretto cookies, sugar-laced marzipan.

  He slid one hand over her thigh, pushing her robe aside and edging his fingers between her legs. Kate twitched, heat rising to her chest when he flicked his thumb against her swollen clit. She reached between their bodies, grazing her hand across his washboard abs before cupping his erection in her palm. Her pussy ached with the need to have him inside her again.

  “Do you have another condom?” she whispered, rubbing her cheek over his jaw.

  “No. But that won’t stop me.” A glint appeared in his eyes. He moved his hands to her breasts, caressing them with a leisurely ease that soon had her panting for more.

  “Tyler, I can’t wait much longer.”

  “Yeah, you can, greedy girl.” He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and circled her nipples with his thumbs. “You will. Because I said so.”

  Oh my God, this was so fucking hot. A sheen of sweat dampened her body. She looked down, mesmerized by the sight of Tyler’s big hands rubbing her breasts, his cock straining against his boxer briefs. She tightened her grip on him, gratified when he grunted with restrained pleasure.

  She started to slide her hand into his waistband, aching to touch the warm heat of his shaft, but he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  Kate pulled in a breath. “Then what?”

  His mouth curved with a smile. He took her hands and placed them beneath her thighs, pressing them apart.

  “Open up, Darling,” he murmured.

  Kate’s heart lurched. A flush scorched her cheeks. Tyler paused, as if waiting for her to get accustomed to the idea—in which case, he would be waiting for a very long time.

  Reminding herself this kind of experience was exactly what she’d wanted, what she’d asked him for, Kate gripped her
thighs and spread her legs wider. Her robe slithered farther off her body, clinging only to her arms.

  “Ah, fuck.” Tyler stepped back to look at her and groaned, an appreciative rumble that eased her trepidation. A little.

  Her breath came in shallow pants. Cooler air brushed against her glistening sex, spread for his hot gaze and whatever else he planned to do with her. She’d never felt so exposed, so utterly open. One press of his fingers on her clit, and she’d come like a rocket.

  Erotic tension strained his muscles, and a wet circle dampened the front of his briefs. He was as close to the edge as she was. Before she even realized what he was about to do, he knelt in front of her.

  “Tyler…”

  “Don’t move. Keep yourself spread open nice and wide for me.”

  She trembled with shocked anticipation as he pressed his hands to her inner thighs. Then he leaned forward, stroking his tongue smoothly over her clit. Kate yelped, bucking toward him and nearly toppling off the counter.

  Tyler held her steady, his warm laugh brushing against her folds. “Hold still, Darling. I won’t let you fall.”

  Kate dug her fingers into her sweaty thighs, her breath rasping in her chest. She stared down at his dark head moving between her legs.

  “Oh God. Tyler, that feels amazing.”

  He made a muffled noise and delved deeper, licking her folds up one side and down the other, circling her clit and her opening. Exquisite shudders ran through her in a never-ending stream, setting her blood on fire.

  Never in a million years had she imagined herself ever doing something like this—sitting naked and spread-eagled on her kitchen counter while her boss’s youngest brother licked her pussy like an ice-cream cone.

  But oh lord, it was the most incredible thing ever. Blissful sensations tingled through her body. The teasing strokes of Tyler’s lips and tongue contrasted with his hard grip and the brush of his thick hair against her inner thighs. Urgency wound inside her like a spool of thread, tighter and tighter.

  “Christ, you taste good,” he muttered, his hot breath caressing her aching clit. “Sweet like honey. Open just a little wider now…”