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back to her plump little ass. She hissed when he caressed the hot skin. "It's a good thing I packed my boyshorts and a sarong."
    He chuckled and gave her bruised backside a pat. "Yep."
    "I probably won't be able to sit down for a week without thinking of this."
    "That's the idea, sweetheart."
    She played with his chest hair, her fingertips pulling and scratching. "You're a dirty old bastard, you know that?"
    He snorted. "And you're a naughty little slut."
    She laughed and pecked his cheek. "Quite a pair, huh?"
    "Yes." She'd touched on his sentiments exactly. They were a rather perfectly matched pair. If she wasn't Derek's kid…
    But he couldn’t even go there. This fling wasn't going anywhere. It ended tonight. He would hold her for a while, let her recover from the adrenaline and oxytocin rushes of her first taste of truly rough loving, and then send her on her way.
    That was the plan at least. At some point, they both dozed off. Sometime later, Mack woke with a start. He bolted upright in bed when he realized those first pale rays of sunshine were streaking through his curtains. "Shit!"
    Swearing, he glanced down, expecting to find Jolie still asleep next to him. But she wasn't there. Her side of the bed was cool to the touch. She'd been gone a long time.
    He finally realized he was clutching something soft in his hands. Her panties, he discovered. No doubt she'd put them there as a reminder of all they'd done.
    Guilt soured his gut. He'd meant to show her a little more tenderness and care. His rock-hard morning wood reminded him just how badly he still craved Jolie's soft, nubile body. More than anything, he wanted to roll over and see her smiling back at him.
    That was a dream of course. The little cock tease could never be his.
    He flopped back into bed and threw an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the intruding sunlight. Memories of his steamy night with Jolie tormented him. Eventually, he shoved out of bed, pulled on his running shorts and shoes and left for a long, hard run. If he couldn't exercise her out of his system, there was always that case of beer he'd brought with him.
    When he returned home an hour-and-a-half later, every muscle in his body ached and burned. A cool shower and breakfast were what he craved now. Until he made the mistake of checking his cell phone, that is. The blinking green light caught his eye. He tapped the screen and spotted the text message icon. Her phone number taunted him.
    Against his better judgment, he opened the text message—and nearly fainted. She'd sent him a picture of her pretty pink pussy, her delicate fingers parting the lips so he could see all her secrets. The message accompanying the picture was short and sweet: C U 2NITE.
    "Fuck!" Swearing up a storm, he marched into the bathroom and turned on the shower. His raging hard-on tormented him. This was going to be one hell of a long day.

Chapter Three
    Jolie knew she was playing with fire but she just couldn't stop. She was having too much fun and Mack was just too fucking sexy. She'd been in lust with her father's best friend for years now. That childish crush had slowly blossomed into something more profound and intense over the last year. Knowing they'd be thrown together here at the lake had filled her with such excitement. She'd decided this was her chance to get what she wanted.
    Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Mack would cave to her. She'd assumed she'd be lucky to sneak a few kisses but—oh, hell—she'd gotten so much more.
    She shivered as the memories of their trysts raced through her mind. The things he'd done to her! The things she'd let him do to her! She'd been nurturing fantasies of submission for a while now. Her parents had an extensive erotic library and had never denied her access to the books. From the moment she'd picked up that first tale of dominance and submission, she'd been hooked. She wanted to try that. She wanted to be dominated. She wanted to find pleasure under a