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Zach strained against me, shaking his head, not willing to tell me. What was there to be ashamed of? Everyone did it. The thought of his big hand fisting his cock had my pussy clenching. A string of filthy curses left his mouth, and I grinned down at him. Maybe now he’d give up his sexy secret.

“This…morning,” he panted.

“Where?”

“S-Shower.”

“And what did you think about?” I pinned his shoulders under my hands. “Tell me.”

“Y-You.”

“Yeah?” I let the roll of my hips press into his hot, hard skin. “Doing what?” Another roll.

Zach grunted with appreciation. “My tongue. On you. In you. Eden, you taste so good. Let me.”

“Later.”

“We’ve got a long list for later.” His chuckle was strained.

“Is that a problem?”

“Only for the little schemer who likes torturing me.” He smiled. “It’s payback time.”

“Wha—”

Zach bucked his hips.

I answered him with a moan, loving the way his hand latched onto my rear, urging me up, brutal thrusts starting to pound deeper and deeper inside me. He’d found his rhythm and—God—did that man know how to fuck.

Was I in control… Or was he?

My head fell back as thick fingers slid over my clit and circled. Barely any air reached my lungs. Every breath was saved to moan a thank you. I was in heaven. With every rough stroke of his cock, I soared closer to where I wanted to be. I was drugged on the way his face contorted in ecstasy and agony. I did that. He suffered with each groan rumbling from his chest. He was waiting for me. Putting me first. Like this, he always had, but now I knew he would in other ways, too.

“That’s it,” Zach urged me on. “That’sfuckingit.”

Finally—but still too soon—I tipped over the edge, exploding into a hundred happy pieces, blissfully complete when I coaxed out Zach’s deep, long moan of relief next.

I folded over on top of him. His grip loosened on my backside, but he still held me in place, steady and sure. His other hand reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear. He wanted to see my face. His brows furrowed, eyes swimming with an emotion I’d seen before but never quite understood. What was he searching for when he looked at me like that? His mouth opened, but he snapped it shut before saying a word and left me only with a smile.

I wanted to ask him, “Why?” But what if I didn’t like the answer?

I kissed him instead.

When would we both be able to say all the words we needed to say?

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He said, “I want it all, Denny Dee.”

Zach

Opening the car doorwas a breeze. Gettingoutof the car? A whole different story.

I groaned when my feet hit the driveway. Exhaustion gnawed up my calves, my muscles protesting in a scream, everything aching.

I’d survived another Saturday helping at the salon. Barely.

The two hours I’d spent at the office before heading uptown had been as easy as falling off a log. Six hours at the salon was the equivalent of being smacked with a log across the shins…a hundred times…and if the log was actually a freight train.

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