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“He cut off her protest with his mouth. When he was certain she would no longer object, he moved his lips from her mouth to her breast. They were so full and fit perfectly in his hands. She cried out when his tongue flicked her sensitive nipple so he did it again and again. Her response was driving him wild. His plan had been to take his time and wait for her to come to him. But the moment she'd said his name, he was lost. Couldn't control himself. She was his. Nobody else's. With that thought on his brain he let himself go. Frantically, he slammed into her and she met every thrust head-on, grinding into him as he came.”

“I want you, Isla," he told her, showing no signs of restraint. "I want to take you right now against this car." She was about to agree, but he straightened her shirt and placed her on her feet. Yanking open the door, he practically shoved her onto the seat. "But too many people here are coming and going, and I don't want them seeing parts of you, that only belong to me.”

“She pulled at his shirt until it was off. "Damn." She sucked in a breath and ran her hands up his chiseled chest. "You live at the gym or something?" "Physical health is extremely important." His eyes grew dark as he examined her matching panties that left little to his imagination. "Fuck yeah, it is," Morgan agreed. She licked her lips as she counted his abs.”

“Nate! Oh my God, Nate!" she screamed his name as she orgasmed wildly. Nate surrendered himself to the pleasure as he felt the pulsing of her orgasm around his penis and let himself go with her. He held his position over her, leaning his chest on hers, while he remained inside of her. His forearms held his weight so he didn't crush her with his body, not that she would have cared. "I love you, Morgan." He touched his forehead to hers and shuttered as her hands drew lazily on his back. "I love you, too," she said on a wave of bliss. She was so warm and perfect, that he didn't want to leave, but he couldn't afford to push her body past its limits. Slowly, he eased out of her and she whimpered at the loss.”

“Nate was suddenly famished, and not for food. Seeing the look of bliss on her face and hearing her moan in pleasure had his blood pumping. He wanted to see her look like that again. He wanted to make her make those sounds. He swallowed hard and looked down at his food. He made himself eat and complimented her cooking, though he was too distracted by the throbbing in his pants to really taste it.”

“Joseph," she whispered quietly. He groaned and reached an arm out to her, gripping her hip and pushing her flat on her back once again. Before she had time to make sense of it, he was on top of her, pushing up her shirt and exposing her flesh. "Addison," he groaned in desperate need. He couldn't take it, couldn't be this close to her without being with her. Hungrily, he devoured her mouth, eating every gasp and moan she made.”

“He couldn't resist the pressure of her sweet body and leaned in closer, opening his mouth to her. She moaned her appreciation, when his tongue met hers and soon they were engrossed in the heat of the moment. Time stood still, backgrounds disappeared, and the only sounds came from them. She could feel the strength of his arousal and had her own burning need aching between her thighs. She'd known kissing him would be dangerous, but curiosity had won.”

“The physical pain was nothing, compared to the constant emotional pain, he lived with daily. Even now, he wondered what Anna would look like carrying his child. Imagined her smell, her smile, her touch. If she was pregnant, he would do whatever it took to convince her to marry him. And, if that didn't work, he'd kidnap her, until she saw reason or he found a corrupt minister to sign paperwork and declare them legally married. He grinned, thinking of all the ways Anna would punish him. And all the ways he would pleasure her...”

“He unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled them down her tan, sculpted legs. Next was the lacy pink thong. He kissed her belly, teasing her by moving lower before pulling back. He stood up and took off his own clothes. Brantley scooped her up and carried her to the mattress, laying her down tenderly. Katelyn was burning with anticipation, yet every moment was bliss. Brantley lowered himself onto the bed on top of her and began kissing her face. He moved and kissed her ear, then her neck, making a trail and moving lower, between her breasts, down her belly, then the tops of her thighs. Katelyn moaned and thrust her hips up toward his mouth. He then kissed her swollen clitoris, making her cry out. He gently sucked on it, reveling in her sounds of pleasure.”

“She imagined a nice house, large enough to hold them, the girls, and the babies she hoped to have. She imagined backyard bonfires, late night movies, sleeping next to Brantley every night. She imagined what it would be like to have Brantley's baby growing in her womb. She imagined Avery and Emily picking out a puppy and fighting over who would get to sleep with the puppy at night. 'Get it together!' she scolded herself. Normally she had no trouble meeting deadlines, and often was early. She prided herself on exceeding her clients' expectations.”

“Brantley picked up a bouquet of mixed flowers that had a giant lily in the center. In his pocket was the black velvet box holding the braid white gold ring with a square diamond. He was about to do something he once thought he wasn't capable of. Now he couldn't look at his future and not see Katelyn. He wanted it all. The house, where they'd spend most of their time bonding as a family. A motor home, so when he traveled for work Katelyn, Emily and Avery wouldn't be left behind. He even thought about Katelyn's belly swelling as it grew with their child. Once upon a time he swore he'd never give this monstrous world another innocent life. Now he wanted to truly show the twins how good a stable family could be, give them something to strive for in the future.”

“Still too warm, she took off her sweatpants, leaving her in just her tank top and her panties. She rolled onto her belly, trying to get comfortable. As she started to drift off, she heard the zipper on the tent open. Katelyn shrieked as she scrambled to cover herself. Brantley tried to hide the effect the sight of her tan bottom in black lacy panties was having on him. "Morning, tiger. Nice panties." He grinned.”

“Brantley came jogging over to help her with her bags. His short blond hair was trimmed too perfect in contrast to the scruffy five o'clock shadow his chin and cheeks sported. He wore a tight white T-shirt with a blue plaid button-down rolled at the sleeve showing off his muscular arms. Ice blue eyes met her as he walked toward her, towering a good six inches above her.”

“Will arrived home just after 2:00 a.m., exhausted and ready for bed. One glimpse of seeing Emerald passed out on his couch and snuggled in his comforter had his eyes ready for more. She looked so damn good in his house. All he wanted was to wake her up long enough to come to his bed, so he could wrap her in his arms and drift off to her scent.”

“Before she could question him further, she was swung over his shoulder and tossed onto her bed. Will kicked the door shut and removed his boots and shirt, revealing his toned body. "I need a distraction. I think I'm going crazy," he confessed as he finished undressing and joined her on the bed. "Help me forget, Em." He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down until she was flat on her back. Luckily for him, she was in a thin nightgown and silk panties. Hot hands trailed up her thighs and removed her underwear. She shivered despite the heat. She'd never seen him like this, broken and desperate.”