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pounding. Her hips hit the sofa with the force of his thrusts. Desire built, hard and fast, as his penis worked a spot inside her no man had ever found before.
    Did she have a G-spot after all? She’d never come before from penetration alone. But maybe...?
    She sobbed, his grunts drowning out the sound of their sweat-slicked bodies slapping together as he dug deeper, again and again. The whirlpool of intense pleasure swirled around her but held her trapped, and wouldn’t let her fall.
    ‘Don’t stop, that’s it, right...’ she panted. ‘Yes...there.’
    She hovered, perilously close to the brink, her mind floating now, drifting, as sensation battered her, the brutal rhythm driving her onwards, upwards. Nearer, and nearer, but never getting her close enough.
    ‘I can’t come...’ she cried. How could she be so high and yet unable to fall? ‘It’s too much.’
    ‘The hell it is.’ He changed the angle suddenly, freeing one hand to find her clitoris. Locating the swollen bud, he thrust hard as the perfect pinch sent her plummeting over the cliff. The devastating orgasm crashed through her in endless waves. Brutal, raw, all-consuming—so much more shattering than before.
    ‘Keep coming, goddamn it, and milk me dry.’
    She barely felt the sting as he laid his hand across her behind.
    And barely heard his agonised shout as he tumbled after moments later.

Chapter Five
    #NewRule: If afterglow is more like aftershock it means you’re doing it right OR London’s been hit by an 8.9 on the Richter scale! O-o

    What the ever-loving fuck?
    Brent gulped air like a drowning man, aware of Tally’s muscles still massaging his length and the ragged sound of their breathing. The scent of sweat and sex and the sweet spice of her arousal made his head spin as his orgasm finally faded. He held her hips, holding her as gently as he could when she mumbled something that sounded like, ‘Too much.’
    ‘Shh, easy.’ He stroked her bottom, his throat drier than the damn Gobi Desert.
Too much
was right. Way too much.
    He’d never come so hard and long in his entire life. He concentrated on locking his knees and waited for his penis to soften enough so he could ease out of her. Leaning over, he inhaled the flowery scent of her hair. He wrapped his arms round her trembling body, effectively letting her prop him up. Because standing upright unaided wasn’t gonna happen.
    ‘That was intense.’ He sank his face into the soft pillow of her hair, aware of the dragging ache in his gut from the turbocharged orgasm.
    Her head bobbed in agreement, but she didn’t say anything. With her lush butt pressed into his groin and her hair soft against his cheek, he could have stayed like that forever. The thought unnerved him so much he forced himself to stand, to pull out of her and let her go.
    Tearing off the used condom, he checked it with shaky fingers. Then sent up a silent prayer of thanks. It had to be some kind of a miracle the damn thing hadn’t burst. Plucking a tissue out of the dispenser on the sideboard, he wrapped the condom and dumped it in the trash.
    She rose from the couch, her long limbs as shaky as the new colts he’d once watched being born on his aunt’s horse farm in upstate New York. Then he spotted the red mark on her butt—and all the soft and fluffy thoughts fled.
    Goddamn, what the hell had he done? Had he actually slapped her on the ass?
    He touched a palm to her face. ‘You okay? I wasn’t too rough? I don’t know what the hell got into me.’
    Shame washed through him as she stared back, her eyes unfocussed, her skin flushed. He’d always been so damn careful with women. Made sure he kept his desires on lockdown. Della had once joked about his ‘battering ram,’ and not in a good way. He knew he was a big guy. Della wasn’t the only woman who had commented on it. So he knew to go slow, be gentle. Especially when he was doing it with someone he barely knew.
    But sex with Tally hadn’t been controlled,