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I work my tongue underneath his shaft, back and forth, left to right, anything I think he'll like. My ears are straining for every sound he makes, every groan, sigh. I can even tell when he throws his head back against the lounge chair. He's losing himself to the pleasure, losing himself to me.

I push myself to take him even deeper, and he stops his thrusts, gasping the further he gets. Then without warning, he pushes me off him with a chuckle. My face is a mess, but I can't wipe it clean.

Sam's lips crash against mine in the next second, his tongue diving into my mouth. I kiss him back fiercely, but his strong hands are soon pulling at my thighs and supporting my back at once. He lifts me into his lap, positioning his dick against my pussy with rough desperation.

"I want you to ride me," he growls into my ear. "You were going to make me come, did you know that? But I want to be buried deep inside you when I bust my load, my pretty little fuck bunny."

His lips are pressed against my ear as he shifts my bikini to the side, exposing my soaked cunt to him, and his head pushes impatiently past my slick folds. I whimper with need, workingmy hips back and forth until he's pressing against my entrance. Before I can think, his hands push down on my hips, forcing me onto his hard length, and I cry out, not knowing I need him this badly until he's buried to the base.

"Fuck, Sam, you're so hard!" I cry, already starting to work my hips fast.

"You did this to me, Bree. Now finish what you started."

"Yes, baby," I whisper, the chair starting to creak from my movements.

I don't hold back. I ride him hard, grinding my clit against him madly. This whole time, I've been aching for this friction, and now that I have it, I can't control myself. All I want to do his fuck Sam with everything I have, let him feel the wild passion surging in my chest.

His arms hold me steady as he pants in my ear, encouraging me between breaths. I can hear how wet I am, and that only makes me fuck him harder, faster, my orgasm building fast. And I know he's just as close as I am. He chants my name, and the moans pour out of my mouth, growing louder the more my orgasm builds.

I want to come, I want to come so fucking hard, and I want his seed filling me as I do. That's all I think about.

"Bree, fuck I'm close. Come with me, come on my fucking dick, Bree."

"Yes," I chant, lost in the passion. "Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming, baby."

It's like we both hold our breath at the same time, then crash hard, our cries mingling, competing with the ocean waves as we give everything to each other. He fills me up, thrusting upward with each spurt, trying to get it in deep, and my pussy clenches around him, hungry for his seed.

As I catch my breath, sinking into him, my heart hammering in my chest, his hands stroke my back.

"You did so good, Bree," he pants out, pressing kisses to my shoulder.

I blindly turn toward him, seeking his mouth. His lips press to mine, and I feel him grinning, which makes me smile, too. He tears the blindfold off of me, and I'm met with such a warmth in his eyes that it makes my heart skip a beat.

I gaze in wonder as he leans in for another kiss.

A cold December in Shade Valley is waiting for us, along with all the holiday stress and all my work. I wish I didn't have to return to reality. I want to stay here in this dream a little longer. And I know we will.

But maybe, as long as I have Sam with me, maybe it won't be so bad.

Maybe I can handle anything.

CHAPTER 14

Bree

Warm sunlight on my face makes me stir in bed. A smile spreads across my face as I twist in the light blankets and remember where I am—still at Sam's beach house, far away from the chill of the city. I giggle a little to myself, spreading my arms and legs wide. Sam isn't here, but I know where he is. The scent of bacon is wafting in the air, and I'm sure he's responsible for that.

I open my eyes and look around the room, its white lines appearing all the more clean in the morning light. When I'm with Sam, that feeling follows me around—the feeling that there's nothing for me to tidy up, nothing for me to do but just enjoy life.

I stretch and feel a soreness between my legs and on my wrists, then remember the scene we had on the beach. I never imagined I'd be doing that on a private beach with a man I'm falling for, more and more every day. Warmth blooms in my chest, and I curl up and dissolve into more giggles, rolling a little back and forth.

What a dream this is.

No, this isn't a dream. It's real life, and I shouldn't just be lying here, soaking up as much pleasure as I can.

I can at least help him with breakfast.

Humming a little to myself, I bounce out of bed and snatch up his shirt from the floor. I throw it over myself, loving the scent of him washing over me, and head downstairs. He didn't bring any workers with him—I wonder if he's struggling in the kitchen. I stifle a laugh at the thought of him almost burning down the kitchen just to make us a little breakfast.

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