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rhythm. Both of them grunted with each thrust. She was so close, but waited for him. “Come first, Red. I’m right behind you.” He draped her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her, hitting her G-spot while also touching her clit until the air in the tent exploded around them as did she.
    “Oh, God! Yes!” She couldn’t see his face, but didn’t have to in order to know he was smiling as he always did when he gave her an orgasm.
    He increased the pace of his movements and grunted when he came. When he stopped, he nearly collapsed onto her. His weight was so welcome that she wrapped her arms and legs around him and cuddled him.
    Tears sprang to her eyes at the magnitude of what they’d shared tonight. “That was incredible. But I may not be able to walk for a week.”
    “No problem. I’ll carry you. Now, let’s do a little moonlight skinny-dipping and clean off.”
    “Are you crazy? That mountain stream will be frigid.”
    “No worries. I’m definitely finished for the night.”
    Megan smiled. That’s what you think, my darling hubby.

Ryder & Megan:
Leather and Daisies

    R yder followed Gunnar Larson into his office compound in Breckenridge. The man towered over him, his long blond hair in a sleek ponytail down to the middle of his back. Getting into the man’s inner sanctum had taken several pre-screenings as well as two security checks on the premises. One would think he’d been trying to scale the walls of Fort Knox.
    Ryder wasn’t even here to discuss business. He’d asked to meet at the man’s dungeon, but because that was in his home, apparently, he preferred to make initial contact at the Forseti Group headquarters. Of course, with his involvement in black ops and paramilitary contracting, Ryder understood the need for caution.
    He’d met Gunnar more than a month ago at the family barbecue at Luke’s place. Hard to imagine, but now this house belonged to Ryder and Megan. Anyway, he’d learned of Gunnar’s reputation for being the best whip master in the area. After talking with Megan and seeing her interest in having him learn to throw a whip, he’d gotten contact info from Luke and asked to do some training under Gunnar.
    “Have a seat, Ryder.”
    Setting his coffee mug on a coaster on the imposing wooden desk, Ryder sat down in the chair on the right. “Thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”
    “No problem. I’m always pleased to provide training to other Doms who want to learn respect for and the many uses of various whips. Tell me exactly what skill you’d like to learn first.”
    “The bullwhip. Nothing hardcore, but Megan and I are interested in trying butterfly kisses—nothing that would mark her skin long-term.”
    “Tagging, but not marking.”
    “I’m not familiar with the terminology. We haven’t played at a dungeon yet.”
    Gunnar stared at him a long, uncomfortable moment, as if sizing him up. “I know you served with Adam Montague, and you’re his brother-in-law, but I had to do some checking into your background before inviting you in here.”
    “I’ve heard.”
    “Oh?”
    Ryder explained, “Grant gave me a heads-up that you were checking me out.”
    Gunnar smiled. “She’s loyal to her friends.”
    “I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but we served together, and she figured she owed me one.”
    Gunnar cocked his brow, but Ryder wasn’t going to talk about Grant’s breach of trust involving Megan. Suffice it to say, she’d been making amends ever since. Besides, if not for her actions, he’d have never met Megan, so it was difficult to hold a grudge.
    Gunnar nodded. “Understandable. So…back to learning to throw a whip. You’ve checked out and I’d like to invite you both to my dungeon party day after tomorrow. Another couple you know will be there—Marc and Angelina.”
    He’d hoped for a private lesson first, in case he was inept with a whip, but Megan would find out soon enough. Otherwise, they knew so few people around here, they