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eyes met, I asked, “Do you accept the challenge?”
    From the look of his slacks, the tenting growing higher by the moment, and the sultry expression emerging from where moments ago I’d seen compassion and concern, I knew he did.
    “Vik, I want you to know that I think of you as more than a fuck—”
    I put one finger on his lips. “Brody, right now, I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked by someone who I can see and hear. I want to be the person in control of my movements and responses. I want you to fuck me . Fuck me like no one else has ever fucked me.” My thumbs found the waistband of my panties. “Will you please do that for me?”
    Unfastening his belt, he smiled my direction and said, “All but one thing. Just for the record, I’m in control of your responses.” Before I could refute, he continued, “I’m not going to tell you what they are, but you’ll know it was me who brought them on. I’m not stopping until I get what I want. Fuck the damn two-hour time limit.” With my panties gone, Brody pushed me back against the large mattress and climbed my body, raining kisses from my breasts to my lips. “That is the challenge I accept.”
    I could do this. I could spread my legs and disappear. It was my specialty, my survival technique.
    “One more thing,” he said, grasping my chin and moving my eyes to his. “You’re going to stay with me. I want to watch you come.”
    I needed to leave to escape. This connection wasn’t what I wanted. “I-I don’t…”
    “Vik, right here.” He calmly demanded as he pointed to his eyes. “Look right here.”
    When I did, his hand slid down my stomach. The path he’d traveled tingled from the warmth of his touch and ignited my skin. I reached for his shoulders as one then two fingers slid inside of me. In and out. With my gaze set on him and my hands holding him tight, my hips moved to his rhythm.
    “That’s it. Stay with me. Oh, baby, you’re getting so wet for me…”
    Lifting my hands toward the headboard, I refused to listen as Brody continued to talk. I hadn’t gotten wet for anyone, not even Stewart, in years. That was what lubricant was for. Most of the friends were too stupid or too self-centered to know. Most probably gave themselves kudos for how easily their puny, condom-wrapped dicks slid inside. Little did they realize that the mere thought of their presence turned my body to dust. Sometimes I imagined that dust blowing away…
    The way his aquamarine gaze penetrated, I knew this was different. I’d cleaned myself well at the warehouse. I was truly aroused.
    “Vik, I’m going to use a condom.”
    Refocusing on his words, I nodded. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t get pregnant. Stewart required monthly birth control injections as one of the clauses of the contract. I’d recently learned they weren’t necessary, at least not where he was concerned. At one of his doctor’s appointments, I’d accidentally found out that, years before our marriage, he’d undergone a vasectomy. Apparently, it wasn’t something he felt the need to share. I presumed that the shots were added protection against accidents that could occur during his little shows.
    “Oh!” I stared into the depth of his gaze as the head of Brody’s hard cock pressed against my entrance. Despite the wetness, with each inch, his cock pushed the limits of my core. The delicious fullness demanded my attention as I readjusted my hips, encouraging him to fill me to the brink. Again, I reached for his shoulders, longing for that connection. My small hands caressed his rippled muscles, as he fulfilled my request. The scent of musk permeated the suite replacing his fresh aftershave, drawing me toward him. He didn’t speak, but sounds of lust and approval filled my ears, capturing all of my senses.
    His hips bucked harder and faster as I fell into his rhythm. Reaching for my ass and supporting us on his elbows, he pulled me closer, until finding where one of us began and the other