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“Ready?” he asked as he nestled himself between her thighs.

She gave him an eager nod and he pulled her hand away from her clit, pinning it above her head. With his other hand, he positioned his thick cock at her opening, sliding it up and down her slit.

“God, please,” she whimpered. “I want you inside me.”

The grin he gave her was pure sin as he notched himself into her pussy.

He captured her free hand and secured it with her other above her head. When he had his thick hand wrapped around both wrists, he dragged his other hand between their bodies and pinched her nipple harshly.

Lightning shot through her and she bucked against his binding grip while he drove into her again.

How was it that he’d remembered every single one of her triggers and hot spots after five years?

“I’ll always remember how to fuck you, Riss. We were made for each other,” he growled. Could the man read minds now too?

All thoughts besides the growing knot of pleasure behind her clit left her when his cock seemed to drive even deeper.

“Come with me,” he commanded. “I want to feel that tight little cunt quiver around me.”

Her body obeyed his voice just like it always had as she cried out her pleasure. Lance followed with his own orgasm seconds later. She sucked in deep gulping breaths of air as she tried to still her racing heart.

He pulled out of her and collapsed on his back next to her.

“God damn. I fucking missed you.”

A half hour later, Marissa lay in bed watching Lance sleep. She’d dozed for a few minutes but was ready to get up and get back to work.

She blushed as she replayed their love scene in her head. It had been just as scorching and intense as their encounters five years ago. She just hoped it didn’t explode as badly as it had back then.

“Marissa, baby. You can go back to work if you want,” Lance mumbled as he reached a hand out and pressed it to her thigh.

She’d been bouncing it up and down without realizing it.

“Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He rolled closer to her and laid his head on her naked breasts. “It’s OK. You never liked post sex naps the way I do.”

She ran her hands through his hair and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, raising his head to look at her.

“Nothing exactly. Just thinking about us.”

He slid further up and kissed her nose. “Let’s take this one step at a time right now, Riss. We’re not going anywhere this week. We don’t have to figure it all out today, OK?”

She gave him a smile and nodded. “OK. Then yes, I want to go back downstairs and work some more.”

He chuckled and kissed her one more time. “OK, baby. I’ll see you down there in a little while.”

She rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

“Now there’s a view I’ve missed,” Lance said from the bed. She turned to find him staring after her. She gave him the middle finger just because she could and kept walking.

“You are so lucky you’re only pretending to be my sub right now,” he hollered as she closed the bathroom door.

Leaning against it, she drew in a deep breath and thought about what had just transpired. It certainly changed things, but she wasn’t sure how exactly.

After rinsing off in the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and went back to the bedroom. Lance was still sprawled on the bed, but he wasn’t asleep because he opened his eyes when she walked in.

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