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burgeoning flesh. Sitting on his haunches, he pulled her to his lap and let her slide slowly onto his spearing cock. Playfulness in full force, he bounced her up and down. “Giddyup.”
    She laughed and took over, bouncing and bucking, letting him in deeper and harder, closer to her heart than she’d ever intended. A one-night stand was looking to be far more, and she let herself enjoy the idea of a full day in bed with him.
    Daniel had no idea who she was, where she was from or how she’d ended up here, and that’s the way it had to stay. With some luck, though, she could have this time with him.
    If he never learned the truth, she’d never have to doubt him. Doubting Daniel was not something she ever wanted to happen.
    Because this was all she could give him.
    But give it to him she would. The way he was giving it to her. Hard, fast, deep and strong. Bouncing gave way to rocking, and rocking gave way to holding her pubis to his while he moved slickly in and out of her. His thumb rubbed her clit and took her into a crashing orgasm.
    He crowed with a come that bounced off her inner walls and tipped her into her favorite kind of deep, inner clenching. Powerful shudders racked her as he pressed up and into her, as he sought to keep her on the edge for as long as possible.
    The man was a master.
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    Two mugs of coffee later, she waited on deck while Daniel finished dressing. He had an idea where to look for the thong, and she was antsy to get going. The afternoon stretched on either side of them. The first half had been about outdoing each other in the orgasm department. A contest she’d won handily. She had at least four to his two and had the sore pussy to prove it.
    From this side of the marina the sounds of people living their lives on live-aboard boats and float homes took on more of a familiar neighborly sound. She could hear television shows in the distance. Two slips away, she saw a woman hanging her wash on a line that bisected the deck of her converted boat. It had the look of a Chinese junk about it. As she’d noted more details about the surrounding homes, she noticed more of the quirkiness of the people who chose to live aboard. Every conceivable type of vessel that could be converted to a home, had been.
    Some were obviously built for life on the water, others had once been working vessels with haphazard additions and renovations to turn them into live aboards.
    Daniel’s was fairly new and had been built as a float home. He had everything here that a regular house would have, including laundry facilities. He was hooked up to city water and sewage, just like a regular house.
    Fascinated by the lifestyle, she scanned for similar homes to his and found several, all painted in muted tones. The more quirky places, the homemade ones, seemed the most likely to be painted in brilliant yellows, red, purples and some combinations that would make an interior designer’s stomach turn.
    No one would ever look for her here. She blew out a breath and enjoyed her first truly peaceful afternoon in six months.
    Great sex, good coffee, and a humorous man with a magic tongue, lips and cock; what more could a woman ask for?
    She decided to enjoy the respite while she had it.
    Strong arms slid around her waist and she sank back into Daniel’s embrace. He took her coffee mug with one hand while his other copped a feel. He tweaked her nipple, sending sparklers deep and hot to her center. She heard him sip the last of her coffee next to her ear and smiled.
    â€œReady to go, you coffee thief?”
    He turned and called the dog out of his doghouse. “Barkley, you’re the real thief, now cough up that thong.”
    â€œI thought we established the fact that he couldn’t cough it up when we got that X-ray.”
    â€œGood point.” He stepped onto the dock, then held out his hand. She liked that he wanted to touch her in such a simple way. One of the joys of a relationship was