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  “No, I was pretty busy helpin’ my old man out.”

  “It’s so pretty out here, even at night.” She smiled. “Listen to that, you can hear the crickets. That’s what I’ve missed about living out in the country.”

  He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he did. “Where you livin’ now?”

  “Dallas.”

  “Huh, not too far from my old stompin’ grounds.”

  “So you—”

  He grabbed her, pinned her up against his truck, and kissed her the way he’d wanted to since he saw her pretending not to fixate on his ass while he leaned over the bar. He had a good imagination, but nothing could have prepared him for that first kiss.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, knocked his cowboy hat to the ground, and threaded her fingers through his hair as her tongue toyed with his in an erotic dance that had him hard in seconds flat. “Sweet Jesus, girl,” he muttered. “Where the hell’d you learn to kiss like that?”

  Charlene licked her puffy lips before smirking at him. “Lots of practice.”

  That shouldn’t piss him off, but it did. “Oh yeah? You got a boyfriend stowed away up there in Dallas?”

  “Would it matter if I did?”

  Yes. No. It shouldn’t, but suddenly, it did. “I don’t mess with another man’s woman, darlin’.”

  She slid her legs down until her feet hit the crowd. “I thought we weren’t gonna talk about… you know… stuff like that. You said you wanted this to be kind of anonymous. That means you don’t get to ask whether I have a boyfriend or husband waitin’ on me at home.”

  He grabbed her left hand and held it up so he could see it under the glare of the porch light. It was bare, but he couldn’t tell if there was a tan line. “I’ll ask again, you got a man waitin’ on you to come home?”

  “None of your business.” She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms.

  “Like hell it isn’t. You either tell me right now or we’re not takin’ this any further. You got me?”

  “Fine.” She walked back toward her car and raised her hand. “See ya.”

  Damn her. She was really planning on leaving him high and dry. “Would you just answer the goddamn question?”

  “No, okay? No husband. No boyfriend. No lover. You happy now?”

  Those few words made him happier than he’d been in a long time because he knew he couldn’t let her practice with him and go home to share what she learned with her real man. The thought made him sick. “Yeah, I’m real fuckin’ happy.” He moved in on her, enjoying the flicker of uncertainty he saw pass her face. A few well-placed smacks to that sweet round ass once he got her inside would show her what happened when she chose to bait him.

  She backed into her car. “Uh, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

  No way in hell was he letting her get away from him that easily. “Or maybe I just need to remind you what started this little disagreement in the first place.” He dipped his head at the same time he plunged his hands into her long, thick hair. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, tempting and teasing her as she silently pleaded for more. By the time he pulled away, her eyes were glazed, she struggled for breath, and gripped his shoulders as though she depended on him to keep her from sliding to the ground.

  “Now, if you promise to be a good girl, I’ll take you inside and…” He let his eyes linger on her full, round breasts before falling to her flat stomach and nicely rounded hips. “Show you around.” He couldn’t wait to take her to his playroom. He knew she’d probably never even seen most of the toys in there, but he would take pleasure in demonstrating. His cock strained against his zipper just thinking about it.

  He spun her around, hoisting her up just enough to allow her to feel what she was doing to him. “You still wanna play, baby?”

  Her nod was barely perceptible, but it was the only encouragement he needed to yank on the fasteners running the length of her shirt, baring her soft skin to the warm, summer breeze.

  She gasped as she reached for the front of her shirt.

  “No way, baby,” he said, fastening both of her hands behind her back with one of his. “If this is gonna work, I’m in charge. I need to know you trust me enough to let me strip you down out here.”

  He knew his suggestion would seem outrageous, but if she agreed, he intended to reward her with oral stimulation that would blow her mind.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  He used his free hand to reach up her short denim skirt. No panties. He was one lucky man. “Damn it,” he whispered, nibbling on the back of her neck as he slid a finger into her tight core. “That is hotter than hell, baby.”

  She moaned as she rotated her hips. “More.”

  Cole chuckled as he slid another finger into her. The erotic scent of her arousal made concentrating difficult as he swirled the pad of his thumb over her clit. If he had his way, he’d take her right here, bent over the trunk of her car.

  “You on the pill?” he asked, releasing her hands to undo his zipper.

  “Yes, but…” She tried to look over her shoulder. “You can’t be serious. You want to do it right here?”

  “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Tonight was about pushing her so far out of her comfort zone she wouldn’t ever want to go back to vanilla sex. “You trust me?” He was referring to going bareback, but he knew it went beyond that. He wanted her to trust him to take her places she’d never been before.

  “Yes.” She arched her back as she leaned over the trunk of her car, exposing herself to him.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, flipping her little skirt up. “This is too good to be true.”

  “Fuck me already,” she muttered, trying to press her ass into his cock.

  His hand came down hard on her ass, making her scream. The sound made him even harder, if that was possible. He forced himself to wait a few seconds for her to object to his heavy-handed approach before he subjected her to another well placed blow that left her creamy white bottom an enticing shade of soft pink. “I love seein’ my big hand-print on that sweet little ass, darlin’. Brandin’ you…” He squeezed his eyes shut as his thoughts started to drift to marking her, claiming her, making her his submissive. The rational part of his brain told him this was nothing more than a few hours of fun intended to take the edge off, but her willingness to experiment told him that she would be the ideal sub.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, rubbing her nipples against the warm metal.

  “You like that, don’t ya, baby?” he hissed, leaning over her as his hard shaft found its target. “Fuck,” he groaned, tipping her hips up so he could sink in even deeper. She was tighter than he expected and that hot sheath seemed intent on making him lose what was left of his mind.

  “Yes, oh…” She was reaching across the trunk, obviously looking for an anchor as he pounded into her relentlessly. “Cole…”

  The sound of his name on her lips took him closer to the edge of sanity as he tore her shirt off and used it to bind her hands behind her back. He forced her to lean back so he could pinch her taut nipples as he pounded her so hard the little voice of reason in the back of his head warned him to slow down before he hurt her. “You okay, baby?”

  “Yes, oh God, faster… harder… Oh God, Cole, please, you’re gonna make me come.”

  Faster? Harder? Was she serious? Had he died and gone to Heaven or had he just met the woman who could take everything he had to give and beg for more? “I hope you know what you’re askin’ for, darlin’.” He sunk his hands into her rounded hips and growled as she raised her ass, silently begging him for more. He let loose with the pent-up frustration born of spending years with the wrong lovers. But everything about this woman felt right from the way her tight pussy gripped his cock to the weight of her round tits filling his big hands.

  “Yessss…”

  “Let go,” he ordered, digging his hands into her hair so he could pull her head back to see the look of ecstasy on her beautiful face as he made her come. “N
o one can hear you out here. I want to hear you scream for me.”

  When she hesitated, he slapped her ass again, hard enough to make her whimper.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He dipped a hand between her legs, intent on zeroing in on her clit. She was dripping wet and he was quickly losing control. “Let me get this skirt off.” He pulled out just long enough to push the tight denim down her legs. He left it around her feet, effectively binding her, before sinking back into his fantasy.

  “Why?”

  “’Cause I wanna come all over this sweet ass.” Just the thought of shooting all over her, the sight of her wet and sticky with his seed, made him even harder. He ran a finger between her cheeks, using her come to lubricate the puckered hole. “You ever had anybody take you here, darlin’?”

  “No,” she panted.

  “I’m going to.” Like a man on a mission, he knew he couldn’t let her leave him until he’d taken all of her and forced her to take all of him... everywhere.

  “I don’t think…”

  “Sssshhh,” he whispered, licking a hot wet path up her back. “You’re gonna love it, I promise. You’re gonna want it all the time.” He went still when he thought about her begging another guy to fuck her in the ass. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, craning her neck to look at him.

  “Nothin’.” He had to stay focused on the here and now. He knew if she liked what he offered, she’d be more open to experimenting with other lovers, but he couldn’t let that de-rail his plans. He’d never forgive himself if she left without knowing what he was capable of. He couldn’t offer her anything more than one night, but he intended to make it one night she’d never forget.

  “Oh my, oh…” She released a deep, guttural moan as she tightened around him, pulling him deeper into the hottest, tightest cavern he’d ever had the pleasure of feeling.

  Her pussy pulsating around his cock finished him off faster than it should have. He wanted to come all over her, but that would have to wait until they were inside and he could treat her to a nice, long, hot shower. Visions of taking her up against the tiled wall or feasting on her while she sat with her legs spread on the bench in his oversized shower filtered through his mind, not that he needed any more stimulus to push him over the edge. He was already there, shooting deep inside of her, digging his hands into her hips, making her beg for mercy as he drew another orgasm from her with little more than the flick of his finger on her swollen clit.

  “Cole…”

  He realized he’d been waiting for this; the ache of longing that filled the air when she cried out his name told him she was as invested as he was. Neither of them could turn back.

  Charlene was still trying to believe she’d actually fucked a stranger on the trunk of her car with the brisk night air tickling her ass. Good girls like her didn’t do things like that. They may think about it from time to time, but whenever they found the courage to act on their impulses, their sweet mama’s voice would break through the lust-induced fog of stupidity and slap them upside the head. Where the hell was her mama tonight when Charlene needed her to be her conscience? Probably down at the bingo hall with all the other old ladies, smug in the knowledge that her daughter was pure, innocent, and too smart to give herself to the first sexy cowboy who promised to smack her ass until she came, over and over again.

  Sorry, Mama.

  She followed him into the house, trying to withdraw her hand from his firm grip.

  “You okay?” Cole asked, pinning her against the wall of his foyer with his big, heavy body.

  Lord have mercy, this man was huge. In every way.

  “Um, yeah, sure.” She tried for worldly and sophisticated, like she did this all the time, but she knew the quiver in her voice gave her away. “I feel great.” At least that much was true. How could she not feel great after two, count ‘em two, intense orgasms?

  How sad was it that she’d never come during sex before? She’d had a couple of lovers use their hands or mouths to take her there, but more often than not, they took the plunge long before she was even out of the starting gate. And instead of asking what they could do to help her, they rolled over and went to sleep. Men. That was half the reason she resorted to battery operated stimulation these days.

  “What’re you thinkin’ about, sweetness?” he asked, drawing her earlobe between his teeth and swirling his tongue in tight circles that had her writhing against the wall as though she hadn’t already come mere moments ago.

  What the hell was wrong with her? When did she turn into a wanton woman? And who gave this man the key to unlock the sensual side of her that had been locked away for… ever? “Nothing, I’m…” She tried not to grind into the hand cupping her sex. This was getting embarrassing. He was going to think she was desperate.

  “It’s okay, baby,” he said, licking her neck. “Don’t tense up on me. I want you to come again.”

  Charlene whimpered, wishing she hadn’t surrendered control of her body to this man. She didn’t know when or how it happened, but there was no denying it. He owned her body. It thrilled and appalled her at the same time. At least she wasn’t frigid, as she often feared. She just needed the right man to flip the switch, and now that he had, she couldn’t seem to turn it off. She was a quivering mass of moist need, ready to do anything he said, so long as he promised this feeling would never end.

  “Yesssss….” She clamped her hands down on his wide shoulders and opened her legs wider, allowing him to do his worst… or his best, as the case may be. “Cole…”

  “Say it again.”

  Stringing two words together in her state was difficult, but when he pulled his hand away as though he was waiting for something before he continued, she forced herself to ask, “Say what?”

  “My name. Every time I make you come tonight, I want to hear my name on your lips. If I don’t, you will be punished. Understood?”

  She thought about his hand coming down on her ass out in the driveway and the moisture pooled between her legs.

  “Say it.”

  She tried to remember what he wanted her to say, which wasn’t easy, since her brain seemed to have moved south. “I, uh, understand.”

  He pinned her hands above her head with one of his as he began to lick and suck her nipples.

  Her tortured cry filled the small space just before his hand zeroed in on her pussy again. She shouldn’t be ready to come again so soon, but she was. She remembered his warning, and his name fell from her lips at the same time she started to pulsate against the digits sliding in and out of her. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t find her voice. And a part of her knew that he wouldn’t no matter what she said. He got off on pushing her further than she’d ever gone before.

  When he finally seemed satisfied that he’d pushed her body to the limits, for now, he began kissing her slowly, intimately, until she felt a tear streaking her cheek. She didn’t know why the hell she was crying. Maybe because no man had ever taken the time to kiss her so thoroughly, as though her pleasure was the only thing that mattered to him. She realized in that moment that was what set Cole apart from every other man she’d been with; her satisfaction mattered to him more than his own.

  “Hey,” he said, brushing away a tear. “Why are you cryin’?”

  She couldn’t tell him the truth, so she opted for a half-truth instead. “I’m sorry. I just broke up with someone and this is the first time I’ve been with another man since.” At least that much was true. But since she and Chad were living in different states since he’d dropped out of school, they hadn’t seen each other in months.

  A muscle in his jaw jerked as he leaned into her, pressing her back to the wall with his weight. “You were thinkin’ about some other guy just now?”

  She knew of all the excuses she could give for her tears, that was probably the worst. “I, uh…” She usually prided herself on being well-spoken and articulate, but when he looked at her like he was intent
on devouring her, she couldn’t even think straight.

  “Tell me you’re not gonna start cryin’ on my shoulder ‘cause some dumbass was stupid enough to dump you.”

  It was nice to know he thought so highly of her, given their circumstances. “No, I just…” The truth is that Chad hadn’t even crossed her mind tonight, but she couldn’t very well tell him that a simple kiss had moved her to tears.

  “I don’t want you thinkin’ about anyone else tonight.” His eyes grazed her tits and his hands skimmed her body. “When you’re with me, you think about me and only me. Got it?”

  “Yes.” She could easily see him as the Dominant her friends claimed he was. He was bossy, a quality she’d never found attractive in a man, until now.

  “Good, I’m glad we understand each other.” He took her hand and led her into the kitchen.

  She felt strange walking through the house without clothing, but she knew asking him if she could put her clothes back on was pointless. He clearly wasn’t finished with her.

  “Can I get you anything to eat or drink?”

  Her eyes landed on crayon art attached to the front of the stainless steel fridge. Her stomach plummeted when she saw the word Daddy scrawled across the top. “Oh my God, you have a child?” Of course he had a child. Ruth Braxton always gushed about her youngest grandchild.

  Oh God, what had she gotten herself into? Sex with the son of one of her mama’s closest friends. If her parents found out about this, they’d have her married off to Bruno from the carwash before some sexual Dominant could corrupt their baby girl.

  “Yeah, is that a problem?”

  It shouldn’t have been, since this was a supposed to have been a one-night stand. “Are you divorced?”

  “No, my wife was killed in a car accident,” he said, quietly.

  She remembered hearing the story from her mama, and even then her heart had broken for the baby girl who would grow up without a mother. She instinctively reached out to touch his shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

  “We were having problems, talkin’ about gettin’ a divorce. I guess that’s why she went out and tied one on with her girlfriends that night. I’d told her I wanted a divorce and planned on suin’ her for shared full custody of Cassidy.”