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her.
    The water warmed, slipping over his skin, chasing away the slight chill in the room
     but intensifying his need. He grabbed the soap, scrubbing hard in a feeble attempt
     to distract himself. This wasn’t only about sex. About his attraction to her. Yes,
     they had a past—but it had been so brief. Fleeting. No matter how impressive the details
     were of the weekend they’d shared, he wanted her around for more than just another
     fling.
    But goddamn if he didn’t just
want
.
    Another memory assaulted him—Becki on her knees, taking delight in lapping and licking
     his cock until he’d captured her head in his hands and held her in place. She’d stared
     at him and opened wide to suck him deep.
    It was no bloody use. Marcus gave up and wrapped his fingers around his dick.
    Her mouth had been softer than his grip. Wetter—slick with saliva . . .
    * * *
    He rested his cock on her bottom lip and slid in slowly, relishing the heat, the way
     she rolled her tongue along the sensitive ridge.
    “Suck hard,” he commanded, and she pursed her lips, drawing tight around him as he
     withdrew nearly all the way. His cock glistened in the dim moonlight shining in the
     window, moisture painting him. “Oh, yeah. That’s it. So sweet. So good.”
    He pressed in again, controlling her position, maintaining a smooth rhythm. Only feeding
     her a portion of his length as he delighted in the intoxicating draw of pressure.
    Becki dropped her hands between her legs, fingers moving steadily, little gasps escaping
     her as she played with her clit.
    “You want to come?” he asked.
    Her green eyes opened wide, answering without words. But she also tilted her head
     slightly and relaxed her neck, allowing him to press forward and bury his cock so
     deep the crown bumped her throat.
    “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Take it all. I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow
     everything. Every drop, understand?”
    Becki nodded as much as she could, her half-lidded gaze focused on him, her face flushed
     with passion. Her nostrils flared as she breathed slowly and accepted his increasingly
     erratic thrusts.
    Her body shook.
    “So close. God, I love watching you come. You are so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
    Becki squeezed her eyes closed and shuddered hard, the hand between her legs slowing,
     the other gripping his hip with bruising pressure as she wavered, fighting to keep
     her balance.
    All through her orgasm he supported her. Watched her. Held on to his control by sheer
     willpower until she was done.
    Then he went wild.
    He pulsed forward. Again. Again. Balls tight, pressure building until he buried his
     cock as deep as he could and his climax tore from him. Pulse after pulse filled her
     throat and he drew back, his cock still jerking, seed escaping to splay over her lips.
    * * *
    His balls were empty, his cock spent, and Marcus leaned his forehead against the wall
     of the shower stall and tried to calm his breathing. Holy fucking
shit
—he hadn’t had that violent an orgasm since . . .
    Yeah. Pretty much since the last time he’d imagined Becki was sucking him off. Or
     under him as he fucked her hard. Or otherwise being submissive to his sexual commands.
    He twisted, leaning his shoulders on the wall as he stared into the steam. He was
     old enough to keep work and pleasure separate if necessary, but damn if he wanted
     to this time. If Becki agreed to help train the team, great. But one way or another
     he wasn’t going to stop pursuing her.
    He wanted her. He was pretty sure she wanted him, too. And if there was one thing
     he hadn’t lost, it was the ability to pursue a goal. Becki James had briefly, yet
     powerfully, impacted his past.
    Rebecca James? She was going to be a very pleasurable part of his future, and he’d
     make damn sure it was more than pleasurable for her as well.

CHAPTER 4

    She was awake far too early. By eight A.M. Becki had already stretched, showered, and tossed together