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of her rapid
action left him mindless for a second and it wasn’t until she began pulsing her
hips back and forth did he realize they were finally fucking. Steve couldn’t
lie still any longer and he grasped her under the arms, flipping her beneath
him. He wound the stockings around her ankles and used them as leverage to
raise her legs.
    “This is where I’ve wanted you all night.”
    She shivered and didn’t resist him. “You switched me up. And
you’re now in charge.”
    “You…bet…I am.” His words were barely audible between his
clenched teeth.
    Steve hooked one hand behind her knee, pulled a little tight
on the stocking so it raised her leg higher. She opened like a flower and he
drove deep. The headboard knocked against the wall and he didn’t care. She
sucked in quick breaths with every thrust. At this point he didn’t think about
her, so consumed with his own raging desire he lost himself inside her tight
heat. The friction between them hummed through his dick and along his nerve
endings, curling his toes. He reared back, pressing into her at a frantic pace,
and then abruptly slowed, prolonging the bliss. She snapped her legs around his
hips and thrust up.
    “Faster! Fuck me like you just were.”
    Her words spurred him on and he increased his power. Keeping
his gaze fixed on where they joined, Steve watched his cock slide in and out of
her. He flexed his ass muscles and pushed until he couldn’t press farther. If
he hurt her, she didn’t indicate, so he continued pulling out and driving deep
until the pressure in him became unbearable. Their cadence was perfect. Steve
gripped her hips, the end of the stocking now wrapped around his wrist and
draped over her breasts. An erotic show of fishnets and tits that sent him over
the edge.
    No longer could he hold back the orgasm that threatened to
rip him apart. With one last powerful thrust he exploded inside her. His roar
of pleasure filled the room. His cock pulsed and when her muscles clamped
around him like a vise with her own release, he shuddered in drawn-out ecstasy
before collapsing on her.
    Clare’s arms fell away and flopped on the bed. He rolled off
her to lie flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, completely and utterly
exhausted. Sleep hadn’t been coming easy to him lately but if he didn’t sleep
like the dead tonight there was something seriously wrong with him.
    She sighed next to him, obviously content. What a strange
woman she’d turned out to be, with her crazy suitcase full of toys, demanding
dominatrix ways and lust for sex. An insane combination he didn’t think was his
style earlier. But now he wondered. Neither of their online profiles stated
they were looking for a relationship. No ties or commitments. Just some fun.
And hot fucking sex had been the added bonus.
    He breathed deep. The sheen of their exertion glittered on
their skin in the candlelight, and he felt chilled. Steve pulled a sheet over
them.
    “So, what else do you have in that suitcase of yours?”
    She laughed and turned her head to look at him, a smile
widening her lips. “Anything your little heart desires.”

About the Author
     
    An expressionist through words and art from a young age,
Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to
passion and romance that fuelled a craving to read anything she could get her
hands on. Reading long into the night until her father shouted for her to turn
off the light.
    Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen and spent many
hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school.
Now, ready to experience all life has to offer, Cristal tempts her readers and
takes them on journeys of passion to vivid locations with squirm-in-your-seat
plots. The combination of artistic talent with her gift for the written word
helps Cristal bring to life the characters and stories she weaves.
    Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of
two college-aged sons and, yes, they