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her tongue over his nipple. The tiny bud hardened . She liked his response to her and licked again . Her wet core lay right on top of his throbbing cock . She slid her thong away from her sex and lifted her body to slide onto him. When he slapped her ass, she moaned , her eyes widened as reality hit . She’d forgotten the condom. She plucked it from his hand , ripped the packet open and sheathed him. No words were necessary. Passion drove her, she met his gaze with hers when she positioned herself over him, and slid down. His cock fit wall-to-wall inch by torturous inch. “So big. ” She eased up and set her own rhythm.
    “Briar.”
    “Too slow?” She responded by dragging her body even slower, rocking her clit over his pubic hairs. The friction electrified her, sending shards of pleasure through her body.
    He snorted.
    “My…my…my…Someone’s a bit impatient.” She rose and slammed down on him, taking her time to bask in her power over him.
    “Don’t forget turnabout is fair play , cariña .” He brushed his fingers over her nipples and pinched hard.
    “Sloan.” She rocked hard down on him, and began a tempo to take them both over the edge. Her breasts throbbed with fullness from his touch. She cover ed his hand to keep him kneading and toying with her . She clamped h er thighs on either side of his hips, to anchor her on him. His throbbing vein beat against her sensitive channel, causing a shudder of pleasure through her body. The wetter she became the easier his wide cock battered against her womb .
    “Fuck Briar—” He fingered her rim and she shook. “Like that do you?” He rubbed the striated ring of muscle again and pressed his finger just inside.
    “Sloan.” She panted, hasten ing her jerky movements .
    “Feel s so good , cariñ a . R ide me hard.” He held her hips to him and ground up.
    The force of his cock added to the torture of his pelvis on her clit drove her to madness. She rode him like a demon possessed, imagining she was on a mechanical bull. He bucked under her and she clenched her muscles together sucking his thick erection deeper into her. She heard him grunt and felt her climax fast approaching. “God , I’m going to come!” Past exhaustion , she let it wash over her. His body shuddered underneath her, as her walls stole his orgasm. She heard him curse.
    “Something wrong?” She licked the sweat beaded on his chest.
    “I was going to fuck the shit out of you , cariñ a .”
    “I know you wanted to, but I wanted a turn . This was my turn. Next time y ou can be in charge .”
    “Damn straight—”
    “But right now I want a nap,” she said and slid off his cock. She lay down on his bed, watching him toss the condom in the trash. She enjoyed his perfect body and made room for him to join her. Her head fit well tucked into the crook of his shoulder. Her last thoughts as she drifted off to sleep were of him .

 
     
    Epilogue
     
     
    In the follow ing months Briar became a permanent fixture in his life. Sloan watched her arranging the artwork he’d purchased from her g allery on the kitchen wall. Rather, he watched her ass wiggle as she stretched to hang the item in the perfect spot.
    “How about here?”
    “Looks great cariña .”
    “You said that last time. Are you giving me an honest opinion or staring at my ass again, Mr. Guiterrez?”
    “Both.” She cast him a scathing glare. He’d only bought the art to show support and have one of her piece s to stare at when she wasn’t around. He hadn’t wanted that deep of connection with anyone in a long time.
    “Gah, why do I bother? ” She stepped off the stepladder and mov ed aside. “I give up . Y ou decide where to place this.”
    “You ’ re sexy when flustered. The abstract piece is good where you have it now. Heck, the first, second and third places were good too.” Sloan ran a hand over his hair, trying to fathom her reasoning, coming up short in the end.
    “You need a crash course in art and the