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“Be honest. You work out a lot, but you werenever going to be able to carry a grown human woman the length ofthis house. Nobody could. Not even a fireman,” Scott added, hisattention drifting off. “Maybe that makes this house a hazard. Haveyou ever wondered what would happen if the fire department had totrack you all down and rescue you?”

“Well, now I’m going to. Thanks.” I glancedat the screen, then at my watch. “I think we need to call it anight.”

“Not as young as we used to be,” he agreed.“But listen… I’ll make you a deal, okay? If you stop being weirdabout your leg, I’ll stop being weird about the fact that my exleft me at the altar.”

“I would shake on it, but your sister iscrushing my arm. But I promise.”

It might not be the easiest one for eitherof us to keep, but I was willing to try, for my best friend.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

(Charlotte)

In my dream, I was in the ocean. The waterwas like silk against my skin; when I gave a lazy, slow kick, itwhirlpooled between my thighs and cascaded over my cunt. The seawas pure sensation, and every nerve responded to its touch.

I spread my legs wider to embrace the wetwarmth that engulfed my clit. Gentle currents wriggled around meand inside of me, tiny waves urging the tide of desire in my veins.It ebbed and flowed, raising me toward the crest of each wave butnever breaking over me.

Don’t come, I reminded myself.You’re not supposed to come.

But how could I hold off the entire ocean?It was too powerful.

Suddenly, the water became an insidiousthing, pushing me farther and farther away from the shore. And thefarther I drifted, the keener the pleasure became.I can’t come.I can’t come. That was the rule. I didn’t want to be punishedagain. I didn’t want to wait an entire day.

I tried to swim back, gripping handfuls ofthe water and twisting as I pulled myself away. Something heavysnagged my ankles and kept me down, and the swirling pressureagainst my clit became more intense.

I couldn’t get away from it. I was going tocome, hard, and be punished for it. I tried to push myself up,tried again to pull myself away from the grips of the water.

But it was too late.

My cry of pleasure woke me at the very apexof my release. I wasn’t close to going over the edge; my feet hadcompletely left the diving board. Matt was between my legs, thehead of his cock barely parting me, studying my face. His own wassmeared with shining wetness.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, andslid his cock into my spasming pussy. “It’s eight-thirty.”

I clutched at his arms, arching up to takehim in deeper as the tension from all the denied climaxes over thepast twenty-four hours sprang free. A long, loud moan of reliefpoured uncontrollably from my mouth, but I ran out of air before Iran out of orgasm.

His deep, strong thrusts fit us tightlytogether, grinding the base of him directly against my clit in arelentless assault. The first climax became the next, and the next,and the next, never ending before the climb began again.

He never changed his pace or our positions.He’d found exactly what was working and kept at it. All the while,I couldn’t do anything but ride the rhythm of his hips, chasingmyself down the impossible spiral of pleasure that seemedinfinite.

“I…” I locked my legs around his hips, myknees digging into his rib cage. “I can’t stop coming!”

“Good. I don’t want you to.” He covered mythroat gently with one hand, exerting slight pressure against mypulse points with his thumb and forefinger. “You’re going to laythere and take it, aren’t you, princess?”

I wetted my lips and nodded, my toesclenching before another unbearable climax took me.

“You’re going to have as many orgasms asyour dragon wants you to have.” He lifted his hand from my throatand stroked the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “And when he’sdone, he’s going to finish all over your pretty face.”

“Oh, yes, please, my dragon,” I practicallysobbed.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered.

I did, and he pinned both of them with oneof his own, gripping my wrists and pushing them down tight into thepillows above my head.

“You’re so helpless,” he murmured, and histeeth sank into my throat until I squealed in pain. “I fucking lovehaving you completely under my control.”

And I loved being under his control, beinghelpless to his every whim. He kissed me, and I tasted myself onhis mouth; he’d been going down on me while I’d slept. He’d broughtme nearly to orgasm, timed it impeccably, with a skill no one I’dever fucked would have been remotely capable of doing.

Either Matt was the world’s best lay, or wewere made for each other.

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