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motions with his hard hands. She was whimpering now, completely lost in the moment, and he was enthralled by her uncivil beauty. He thrust in to the hilt, holding himself there in full extension, feeling her hot sex stretching to accommodate his deep penetration. The rush of wetness that accompanied her frenzied cry blasted through his resolve and he lunged repeatedly, driving them both to the jagged edge of their endurance.
    When he leaned down and nipped her throat, Sara bucked and wailed her release.
    With a final deep thrust, his hot semen burst from him in hard spurts, setting off a second intense orgasm for her. He collapsed on top of her, completely drained.
    After a long moment, he anchored her hips and rolled to his back, keeping his softening cock inside her. She murmured and snuggled her face into his throat, going boneless in seconds. And just like that, they slept.
    Twice in the night, Sara came awake to the feel of him moving inside her, riding her gently into a dreamy series of soft orgasms. She didn’t even open her eyes, content to let him do as he would. She drifted back to sleep immediately after, and his hard arms held her gently through the dark hours until dawn.

Chapter 6

    When Sara finally woke, the bedroom was bright with sunshine. Feeling dazed, she looked around for a clock, but there wasn’t one in sight. She wasn’t even sure what day it was, actually. The only thing she knew for certain was she hadn’t felt so good in her entire life. Her body was tender in places and her thighs were sticky, and she had been thoroughly enjoyed by a strong, virile man.
    It felt wonderful.
    She stretched in the bed, smiling slightly and remembering Dash and his magnificent body driving her into a frenzy of lust, over and over again. Truly the best night of her life.
    That was how Dash found her when he arrived with her breakfast tray and the soft, smug look on her face made his well-used cock throb.
    He had put that expression on her face, and looking at her he had a sudden memory of that famous painting called Mona Lisa . It was that same feminine knowing, that understanding of beauty and passion in her smile that had cast a spell on viewers for hundreds of years. It was captivating, and it drew him as a man so powerfully, he was at her side before he realized it.
    Sara opened her eyes to see Dash watching her. She felt a new rush of heat and moisture as she took in his appearance, broad, tanned chest bare, muscles rippling as he moved, blue jeans zipped but not buttoned. She wriggled seductively, loving his eyes on her.
    Dash cleared his throat and dragged his wandering attention back to the tray in his hands. “I brought breakfast,” he said. “Coffee with real cream, omelet, toast, and sliced melon. I’m sorry I didn’t have any strawberry jam. I know you love it, so I added it to the grocery order. Grange will pick it up today.”
    Sara sat up. “You sent Grange shopping?” The image was incongruous, like walking a panther down Main Street. The idea of that cool, dangerous man in the grocery store pushing a cart and choosing from brands of jam tickled her, and she giggled.
    The happy little sound made Dash’s heart stutter in his chest. He wanted to hear it every day for the rest of his life. Sara’s happiness was so beautiful to him.
    “Well, I have to stay here and keep you satisfied,” he teased, “so someone else has to do the shopping.”
    She tilted her head to one side and considered him with a smile. “Yes,” she said. “You do.”
    While he gaped and struggled to breathe against the hot rush of blood to his groin, she calmly took the tray and settled it over her lap. “Thank you for the lovely breakfast.” She took a bite of the omelet and moaned. Heavenly.
    Dash collapsed on the bed beside her and pretended to clutch his chest. “I had always heard that beautiful women can be cruel, but I never believed it until now. Woman, you just gave me heart failure. I may never fully