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Despite his gruff tone, his affection permeated each touch.
    She braced for his entry but still tipped forward beneath the driving force of the lunge that buried him to the hilt. Her hands skid beneath the pillows, providing some leverage to allow her to rock her ass toward his invading shaft.
    Over and over, Joe hammered inside her. His palm settled low on her belly, the heel below her navel and his fingers curling over her clit. He tapped the hard bump with each skewering stroke until all her attention focused on the center of her arousal.
    Morgan’s pussy contracted further, making him work to drill to the bottom of her channel. The head of his cock tunneled to the far reaches of her body despite the increasing pressure. His flexed abs smacked her ass faster and faster.
    The amplitude of his strokes increased until he exited completely then slammed back inside, reopening the ring of muscle at her entrance with each pass. Finally, she could take no more. “Joe!”
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    “Fuck. Yeah.” He grunted as the first shimmering waves of orgasm fluttered her swollen tissue around his erection. “Hurry. Going to—”
    He never finished his sentence or, if he did, she sure as hell didn’t hear it. They exploded together.
    Morgan gripped his pulsing shaft, reveling in the splatter of his semen on her sensitized tissue. Five…no, six, spurts filled her to overflowing, each one triggering an answering convulsion in her pussy.
    He jerked, roared, and then—finally—went still, blanketing her back. They collapsed onto the feather bed, too destroyed by what they’d shared to move a single muscle. Harsh breaths echoed through the night for long, contented minutes.
    Morgan didn’t realize she’d nearly drifted off until Joe cursed under his breath, departed her pussy then shifted onto his side next to her. She moaned softly.
    “Didn’t mean to crush you, cupcake. Or use you so rough.”
    “Felt good.” She turned her head to meet his concerned gaze. “Amazing. The best of my life. All of it, the whole night.”
    “Mine too.” When she dismissed his whisper, he gripped her chin. “That’s no lie, Morgan. Something about you is different. Special.”
    She didn’t argue when he sheltered her beneath one arm, tucked her trembling body tight to his chest, and kissed her with a tenderness that melted her heart.

    Joe had lost track of how long they’d spent, eating dinner in bed, sharing stories and roasting marshmallows over the fire—something he’d never done in the nude before. But Morgan had just finished licking the gooey white confection from his thumb as they perched cross-legged and side by side when a quick double vibration from the general direction of his abandoned pants caught his attention.
    “Son of a bitch.”
    “What’s wrong?” He hated the alarm on Morgan’s gorgeous face. For a few hours she’d lost the worry lines that usually bracketed her reddened lips and smoky, bedroom eyes.
    “It’s late. We missed the last ride back.” Joe extracted his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen. Sure enough, the crew had sent him a text. “The guys are waiting to take us home when you’re ready.”
    “We’re going back tonight?”
    The disappointment in her roughened voice both thrilled him and made him feel like crap. He wished he could give her everything she’d ever wanted but they couldn’t stay out here until dawn.
    “Yeah. The fire is burning out, and the temperature is dropping by the minute. We’re not going to last all night. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” He stroked her hair into some semblance of order, though he preferred the messy just-been-fucked look on her.

     
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    “I don’t think I could ever be cold when you’re near me.” Morgan’s genuine sweetness went straight to his chest, cramping the spot over his heart.
    Joe gathered their clothes. He tugged his on with brisk efficiency then helped her dress, cursing himself for every gorgeous inch of skin he