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glove. He couldn’t get enough of being deep inside her. He pumped harder, faster, trying to get deeper each time. Trying to satisfy the growing hunger that wouldn’t be sated if they made love all night.
    And they might make love all night, if he had his way. However, he had something to finish first. Placing her legs on his shoulders, he tipped up her hips and thrust once, twice more against her moist walls before his balls tightened and he exploded.
    His eyes squinted. His mind shut down. His hips shook. He finally exhaled long and loud, letting his head fall.
    Bree’s hands relaxed from their tight grip of his ass, and she stroked his cheeks and lower back. “Fuck, that was so much better than I thought it would be.”
    He lifted his head and glared at her.
    Her eyelids popped open as if she felt the intensity of his gaze. “Wait, that didn’t come out right. I mean, I never imagined it could be that good.” She reached up and pushed his hair back from his face.
    Ash wasn’t going to admit her comment had hit him just like she feared. He’d never let on he wasn’t as confident as she was in his ability to please. “No kidding. Why did we wait so long to hook up?” Climbing off the bed, he disposed of the condom and headed to the bathroom for a damp washcloth.
    “Um, maybe because you never asked me out?”
    He washed himself quickly in the sink before wetting a cloth in the warm water and returning to the bed. “You could have asked me out.”
    She was lying on her side, her head propped on her hand, but rolled to her back when he approached. “I’m always afraid guys will say yes out of pity if I ask them out. They don’t want to hurt my feelings by turning me down.”
    “You, a pity date? Not fuckin’ likely. I thought you were seeing someone.” He ran the washcloth over her thighs and slit. She was still pink and swollen, ready for him. Tossing the quickly cooling cloth on the carpet, he traced his fingertips over the curve of her hip and the long, firm muscles of her thigh.
    “I was seeing someone. Then I wasn’t. Then I was.” She exhaled in a sigh. “That feels good.”
    He’d reached the soft skin behind her knee. He wasn’t sure why her description of the men she’d been with bothered him so much. “Yeah, it does feel good. So, your relationships don’t last?”
    She looked away, suddenly finding the curtains very interesting. “I wouldn’t call them relationships. Maybe…fuck buddies that I hoped would be as good out of bed as in it.”
    He flinched at the thought of her fucking other guys, although he’d practically watched her do it in the meeting room and had gotten so hard he’d thought he’d cream his pants. He wanted to claim her, but didn’t have the right. Yet.
    Massaging her calves, he asked, “So what does it take to be good out of bed?”
    “You know, the usual.”
    “Flowers and chocolates? Dinners at Le Petite Baguette?”
    Bree laughed. “No, not necessarily. Be real. Be yourself. Be interested in me out of bed.”
    He studied her, trying to read her expression. She had to be teasing him. “How can they not be? I’d think they’d want to show you off.”
    “That’s flattering, but not romantic. That’s a guy thing. Which would you prefer…that a girl introduced you as an amazing fuck or the hottest new video game artist?”
    He thought about it for a few seconds and chuckled. “You’re right. It’s a guy thing.”
    Her laugh bounced off the far wall, rich and sweet. “I’ll remember that when you meet my friends.”
    His chest tightened at that. She was thinking of seeing him again. Even after he’d asked her to strip for his buds. All his blood went south and his erection demanded attention. Fuck, it was going to be uncomfortable to work with her again next week.
    Bree continued to lie on the white sheet, totally relaxed in her nakedness. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He wanted to memorize the rise and fall of her tightly toned muscles.