chin that had grown even thicker overnight hinted at the bad boy inside. She'd been right—she didn't get guys like him. Only
she had him now.
And even in the light of day, she harbored no regrets. Maybe she was conservative enough to need him here in order to be bad with him. But she was also free enough, suddenly hedonistic enough, now that he'd arrived, to keep on being bad—and to see this for what it was, a golden
opportunity to indulge in the sort of affair she'd never experience at home, in her real world, her real life.
She bit her lip, studying his supreme male beauty, letting her gaze drop to his bare chest as her thoughts dropped even lower, beneath the covers.
She drew in her breath, remembering what it had felt like to have him inside her.
Rol ing to her back, she cast a little smile heavenward. She couldn't be completely sure God would approve, but she liked to think He wouldn't drop
something like this in her lap if He didn't want her to enjoy it.
"Morning, snowflake."
She glanced to her lover as he pushed up on one elbow, wearing his own naughty little grin.
"Thinking about last night?" he asked, eyes teasing her.
"Guilty as charged."
"Then you're not sorry I came?"
She shook her head against the pil ow. "Just the opposite. I told you that last night."
He shrugged. "Doesn't mean you couldn't have changed your mind by now."
"Let's just say having the real thing is a whole lot more persuasive than having just a camera."
He gave a short nod, devilishly arching one eyebrow. "So you liked my cock."
She was ready and wil ing to be bad, but in the bright morning sun, such talk stil sent heat spreading through her cheeks.
He laughed softly and leaned in close. "Don't worry, honey—it likes you, too."
"I can't imagine what you must think of me by now," she said in a rush of honesty. "I guess I seem like I have a split personality. One minute I'm wil ing, the next I'm not. I probably seem like . . . someone in need of medication," she concluded with a giggle and wished she didn't sound so
nervous.
But he stayed cool, sexy, his voice coming low. "You just seem like a woman in need of a healthy dose of me .”Then he lowered a short kiss to her waiting lips.
Only it became a lengthier kiss, because kissing him was so easy— and so simply intimate. After having communicated with him through a
computer for so long, just having his mouth move over hers was like the ultimate connection. Being naked with him in bed was, astonishingly, as
comfortable and cozy as it was wanton and thril ing.
Before she knew it, Braden was reaching for another condom, parting her legs beneath the sheets, and nailing her to the mattress. Like the
previous night, there was an adjustment period to being so very fil ed with him, and also like previously, she heard herself crying out with each thrust he so capably delivered. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as her body soaked up the glorious pummeling.
"Want to make you come," he told her and, in one smooth, sweeping move, slid his arms around her and scooped her upward until they both sat in the center of the bed in a close embrace—so close that it stole her breath. Adding that to the position that made him feel infinitely larger inside her, it was al she could do to maintain her composure.
She peered into his eyes—yes, they were brown, a rich, deep color like velvet—and saw him clearly for the first real time. Such passion brimmed in
his gaze that it made it easy to be the bad girl he so clearly adored. She buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him wildly, then rocked against him, seeking her release. Her pussy locked tight around his incredible shaft, and she suffered the impression of his cock stretching up inside her to
staggering lengths. "So big in me," she heard herself breathe over him. "So big."
His eyes glimmered wickedly. "Ride me, baby. Ride me hard. I want to watch you come for me again."
She didn't
she had him now.
And even in the light of day, she harbored no regrets. Maybe she was conservative enough to need him here in order to be bad with him. But she was also free enough, suddenly hedonistic enough, now that he'd arrived, to keep on being bad—and to see this for what it was, a golden
opportunity to indulge in the sort of affair she'd never experience at home, in her real world, her real life.
She bit her lip, studying his supreme male beauty, letting her gaze drop to his bare chest as her thoughts dropped even lower, beneath the covers.
She drew in her breath, remembering what it had felt like to have him inside her.
Rol ing to her back, she cast a little smile heavenward. She couldn't be completely sure God would approve, but she liked to think He wouldn't drop
something like this in her lap if He didn't want her to enjoy it.
"Morning, snowflake."
She glanced to her lover as he pushed up on one elbow, wearing his own naughty little grin.
"Thinking about last night?" he asked, eyes teasing her.
"Guilty as charged."
"Then you're not sorry I came?"
She shook her head against the pil ow. "Just the opposite. I told you that last night."
He shrugged. "Doesn't mean you couldn't have changed your mind by now."
"Let's just say having the real thing is a whole lot more persuasive than having just a camera."
He gave a short nod, devilishly arching one eyebrow. "So you liked my cock."
She was ready and wil ing to be bad, but in the bright morning sun, such talk stil sent heat spreading through her cheeks.
He laughed softly and leaned in close. "Don't worry, honey—it likes you, too."
"I can't imagine what you must think of me by now," she said in a rush of honesty. "I guess I seem like I have a split personality. One minute I'm wil ing, the next I'm not. I probably seem like . . . someone in need of medication," she concluded with a giggle and wished she didn't sound so
nervous.
But he stayed cool, sexy, his voice coming low. "You just seem like a woman in need of a healthy dose of me .”Then he lowered a short kiss to her waiting lips.
Only it became a lengthier kiss, because kissing him was so easy— and so simply intimate. After having communicated with him through a
computer for so long, just having his mouth move over hers was like the ultimate connection. Being naked with him in bed was, astonishingly, as
comfortable and cozy as it was wanton and thril ing.
Before she knew it, Braden was reaching for another condom, parting her legs beneath the sheets, and nailing her to the mattress. Like the
previous night, there was an adjustment period to being so very fil ed with him, and also like previously, she heard herself crying out with each thrust he so capably delivered. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as her body soaked up the glorious pummeling.
"Want to make you come," he told her and, in one smooth, sweeping move, slid his arms around her and scooped her upward until they both sat in the center of the bed in a close embrace—so close that it stole her breath. Adding that to the position that made him feel infinitely larger inside her, it was al she could do to maintain her composure.
She peered into his eyes—yes, they were brown, a rich, deep color like velvet—and saw him clearly for the first real time. Such passion brimmed in
his gaze that it made it easy to be the bad girl he so clearly adored. She buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him wildly, then rocked against him, seeking her release. Her pussy locked tight around his incredible shaft, and she suffered the impression of his cock stretching up inside her to
staggering lengths. "So big in me," she heard herself breathe over him. "So big."
His eyes glimmered wickedly. "Ride me, baby. Ride me hard. I want to watch you come for me again."
She didn't
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