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Forcing me to take them,
receive my pleasure.
    He isn’t Patrick. He’s Travis , my heart
screamed.
    My body started shaking, winding tighter as
a climax built inside dragging me rapidly toward the cliff of
ecstasy.
    “ Ahh…” I whimpered,
rocking my hips against his hand, needy, as if I hadn’t just come
so hard my heart had stopped a little while ago.
    “ Tell me, love, who am I?
Who do you want fondling you…bringing you pleasure?” His fingers
slipped out and circled my clit, causing me to undulate, chase his
touch.
    “ Please…” I
begged.
    “ Who?” The one word was
sharp, demanding.
    I knew what he wanted, his name on my lips.
I wanted to hold back, protect myself. Somehow I understood that if
I said his name, allowed my lips to confess, I would be forever
changed—unable to go back. Back to the façade I hid behind. He
would make me accept myself…and his love.
    The orgasm was so close. I thirsted for it
like desert sands did rain.
    His fingers pressed firm onto my clit.
“Who?” The sound and texture of his voice shifted, pleading. As if
his soul was in that word.
    Inside I was aching, knowing that I held the
power to destroy a strong man with one word; one name.
    “ Travis!” His name broke
from my lips on a loud crying; a plea. I realized at that moment
that I needed him.
    “ Oh…love…”
    Shoving my skirt up and my panties down, he
was inside of me and causing my next breath to catch on a wail of
pleasure as I came. “Travis…”
    “ Keep saying my name,
Kamari…” He pumped in and out of my wet sheath and rained kisses on
the curve of my neck. “I want to hear it until you come
again.”
    I was on my way there all
too quickly for me. Confined in the tight space with Travis behind
me, a sensual force of nature thrusting deep into me, I was caught
in a vortex of ecstasy. There wasn’t anywhere else I desired to be
at that moment but right where I was with this man. I was high on my tiptoes
and pressed between a hard structure and a rock-hard body, filled
with joy.
    “ Oh, love, you feel so
good.”
    So, do
you . I thought, unable to speak or think
more than a few words in a row. All I wanted was the climax he was
propelling me toward. I wanted to come, more than that I wanted to
feel him losing himself inside of me, again. Knowing I had the
power to take him there, too.
    The sound of my nails scraping the back of
the door as I scrambled for purchase, something to ground me before
the storm hit, was accompanied by the pounding and rock of the door
on its hinges.
    “ Come for me…” His voice
was rough and his body trembled along the back of mine, he was
close.
    My orgasm was already running roughshod over
me as my body spasmed and jerked, ripping a scream from my throat.
“Tra-vvvis!”
    I didn’t care who might have heard it
through the door and along the corridor, I chanted his name through
the climax.
    My shrieks of pleasure continued as his
strength and the speed of his cock pistoning inside my sex built—an
intricate crescendo.
    “ Kamari, I love you.” His
words were clear, whispered in the calm moment before
gratification’s tempest claimed him.
    My heart pulled in his words, locking them
inside a vault for the rest of my life.
    When our heartbeats calmed and our breathing
was no longer erratic, Travis stepped back, giving me space.
    Taking a second before facing him, I righted
my clothing before turning around.
    Shifting my body until I was looking at the
man before me, still close enough for me to feel the warmth of him,
but not touching me; anywhere. Not feeling him against me caused an
all over body ache—missing him. That confounded me. How could I
miss so strongly what I had never had outside of the last three
hours?
    His pants were pulled up, zipped, but the
button of his jeans was still open. I looked away from that
appealing sight. I was becoming a nympho. Feeling as if I’d never
get enough of this man. A man who shocked me on so many levels I
could barely