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pushing through, and she heard the door bang against the wall.
Hello, mystery room
.
    He laid her down on a soft comforter and wasted no time rolling with her so that she lay on top of him. The room was dark and still; they were the only two people in the world. Her hands were at the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head in a flash, and he took the cue to shed his at the same time. She could barely see his silhouette now that the bedroom door had nearly shut again. His fingertips felt their way around her body. Every caress burrowed into her skin and settled into her core, relaxing and enlivening her all at once.
    He rolled them again, stripping them both of the rest of their clothes, then he was on top, kissing her neck, which—damn—sparked her sensitive pulse. Her ears started to buzz with excitement; every inch of her tingled with anticipation. Marc’s lips and palms traveled down, licking her nipples. He nibbled and sucked, and she could feel his nose push into the top of her breast. She wanted every bit of him close to her.
    His kisses trailed down her belly to her swelling need for him. He licked into the center of her clit, and she moaned. He moved his hands to her hips and butt, pulling her closer as she ran her hands through his thick head of hair. She arched her back from the pleasure, moving her hands up to reach above her head. Then, without warning, he moved away from her to stand at the foot of the bed. She didn’t have time to voice a question, because he pulled her toward him to the edge, and she heard a condom wrapper ripping. He grasped her hips, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling herself closer. He rubbed his thumb in circles on her wetness; she bit into her lower lip and felt her body flush in anticipation. He shifted away then filled her in one fluid motion. She closed her eyes at the welcome, intense sensation. Marc set their rhythm, and with every thrust he drove her wild. She could hear his breathing intensify as hers did too. Her mind shouted
more
and
faster
. Though the words never made it out of her lips, his body responded in kind.
    “Oh, God, Sophie.”
    The warm rumble of his voice reverberated through her body, and she nearly lost control. He leaned forward, touching their bodies, and she reached to hold him, her hands rubbing, grasping, and tightening. Their pace quickened as he kissed her with an urgency she’d never known before. Her head shot back, and he kissed her neck, then bit and circled the area with his tongue.
    “Yes,” she breathed. “More.”
    His lips found hers before her mind blanked and her body took over, succumbing to every ounce of pleasure Marc offered. She felt him everywhere, in all the right spots, as waves of her release started to pound in her ears and washed over her body in sweet, sweet pulses.
    “Sophie,” he cried as he climaxed, holding her tighter.
    They crashed into one another, and she held his back tightly, her nails digging into his skin. As the last of the satisfaction subsided, he kissed her lips, tenderly, sweetly. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, only able to make out the chiseled shape of his face.
    Amazing.
    They moved on the bed, back to where his pillows lay, and he hugged her to him.
    “My new favorite thing in this world is when the power goes out,” he said as he kissed her temple.
    She couldn’t help but laugh. And agree. Power or no power, they were going to make love all night long.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Marc rubbed his fingertips over the ripples of Sophie’s ribs in the still darkness. He was still happily catching his breath from their incredible lovemaking. “What are some of your favorite desserts?” His favorite treat right now was skin-on-skin contact with Sophie.
    She arched her head from her perch on his chest. “Dessert?”
    “So I can make sure to have them made to bribe you into singing for me more often.”
    She smiled lazily, and he kissed her forehead.
    “You can make me dessert”—she placed