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brushed his thumb over her moist lips. “Because I’ll be inside you.” As he spoke, he nudged himself between her thighs.
    He was rock hard and she wanted, needed, to have him fill her in the most basic, primal way. She bent her knees to help him ease his way. Without breaking eye contact, he thrust deep inside. Her entire body felt the penetration as she accepted all of him and she drew in a shallow breath.
    â€œHey, are you okay?” he asked, glancing at her with concern.
    She nodded. “I told you it had been a while.”
    He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips,silently telling her he appreciated that fact. “Let’s make it easier on you.” With a slick motion, he rolled to the side, taking her with him and settling her on top, straddling him. “Now you’re in control.”
    He placed his hands on her waist and rolled his hips upward, causing a rippling swell of rising need in her as their bodies ground together all too briefly before the tide eased.
    She moaned at the sensual assault and picked up his rhythm, rocking her hips from side to side, reveling each time their bodies touched at just the right spot, and the pressure inside her built higher. Together they created the perfect ride and it wasn’t long before she was moaning aloud as she clenched her inner walls harder around his rigid length.
    His grip tightened on her waist and his pace grew more frenzied. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she stretched forward, leaning across him and letting her chest press hard against his. Heat assaulted her from the intimate contact and her nipples puckered tighter, pressing into him, the friction adding to the spiraling heights to which she was ascending.
    Suddenly he let out a low groan, thrust his hand into the back of her hair and kissed her hard, his body frantically pumping upward, as he pulsed inside her and took her along with him. Her climax was all consuming, rippling through her with lightning speed. Asone glorious wave ended, another began. Finally, she lay on top of him, spent and oh so satisfied.
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    M IKE AWOKE to a pounding headache the likes of which he hadn’t felt since his college days and the smell of coffee brewing. Disoriented, it took a few minutes to remember. Las Vegas for Dan and Natalie’s wedding, rescuing the beautiful blonde from the guy manhandling her, spending the day partying, winning a hundred and fifty grand and— holy shit— getting married?
    He ran his hand through his hair and sat upright in bed. The quick movement was hell on his fuzzy head, but the events of yesterday were suddenly crystal clear. He had married Amber Rose.
    He already knew he was alone in bed, but the smell of coffee told him she was up, and the sound of the fan indicated she was probably in the bathroom. He drew a deep breath and let the reality settle in.
    He was married.
    To Amber.
    Surprisingly, he wasn’t upset by the notion.
    He’d grown up watching his father descend into reclusive madness because of love lost and the damn curse. With Amber, he’d had fun. And if they could make the logistics work, maybe they could have a decent life together without invoking the notion of his losing everything like the rest of the men in his family.
    Although his cousin Derek was currently married to the love of his life, everyone around them felt as if they were walking on proverbial eggshells waiting for something bad to happen. Which made Amber, who made him laugh and whom he enjoyed, something of a perfect catch. Even if they’d tied the knot in a Vegas chapel the same day they’d met.
    He rose to check on his wife, eager to see her again and repeat the amazing sex they’d had last night. Just thinking about her warm body and the incredible noises she made had him hard and ready in an instant.
    A full pot of coffee sat on the counter in the sitting area, but she wasn’t there. The bathroom door was ajar and he could see