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tenderness—something I never expected from a guy who considered fucking an endurance sport.
    He murmured, “Come to my place. Even for just a couple of hours.”
    I slowly licked his lower lip. “If that’s what you want.”
    “Oh, I want all right.”
    His wicked grin sent my pulse tripping.
    We walked hand in hand up the road and cut through the last open area before the tree line. The path grew steeper. By the time we crested the hill, we were both breathing hard again.
    That’s when I noticed we were in a campground, complete with electrical hookups for each unit space and a private picnic shelter.
    “What’s this place?” I asked.
    “Campground for staff.”
    “You live in a camper?”
    “Yep. The one on the end is mine.” Breck stopped in front of a motor home too damn fancy to be called a camper. I’d seen rock star tour buses on TV that were trailer trash compared to this.
    “You win the lottery?” Or maybe he’d won a lawsuit. Since he indicated he was buddies with Macon Gradsky, it was a possibility they’d sued the magazine for damages and gone after the CRA for discrimination. From listening to London talk about her brother, Macon was one sue-happy motherfucker.
    “This isn’t mine from lottery winnings—either from the state or a lawsuit lottery. When I decided to wander, I needed someplace to call home. I bought this with the money I had left.” He opened the door and a motorized step popped out. “Go on in.”
    The inside was ten times more impressive than the outside. I sort of stood there with my mouth hanging open.
    A whoosh sounded after I watched Breck poke a button that shut the door. The blinds were already down, obstructing the view out the windows. But no one could see in either.
    Breck stalked me. “Tell me what you want, Cres.”
    I stood my ground, even when my heart jackhammered and the first flutters of panic made breathing difficult. Then we were chest to chest, groin to groin. “What are my options?”
    He removed my hat and set it on the table next to his. “You want seduction? Rolling around on my bed naked for an hour of foreplay before I fuck you?” He brushed his lips across the top of my ear. “Or should we skip that and I suck you off before I bend you over my table and fuck you?”
    “Maybe I want option C. You already got yours; I take mine by bending you over the arm of the couch.”
    “You are more assertive than you used to be,” he murmured in my ear. “I like that. It’s hot as hell. Means you’re gonna make me work for it. I love a challenge, so let’s see where this goes.”
    I didn’t argue as Breck propelled me backward, his mouth plastered to mine, his hands on me everywhere. Making me hard. Making me dizzy.
    We stopped when the backs of my knees connected with a solid surface. He broke the kiss and placed his hand on my chest, pushing me until my ass hit the mattress.
    “You look good on my bed, Cres.”
    When Breck leaned over, I grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled him on top of me. Yeah, he was a big guy, but I wasn’t exactly a 98-pound weakling.
    Still, the move surprised him.
    It really surprised him when I rolled him beneath me and nestled my ass against his groin. Keeping my gaze on his, I said, “Still wanna see the aggressive side of me?”
    “Fuck, yeah.”
    I rocked against the thick length of his erection pressing between my butt cheeks.
    Breck groaned and reached for my hips. “Shift back. I wanna feel your cock rubbing on mine.”
    I laughed softly. “Topping me from below ain’t happening.”
    A devilish gleam entered his eyes. “I already got off once. I just wanted to even things up, but whatever. You’re on top.”
    “Damn straight. Now unbutton your shirt,” I said, still grinding against him.
    His hands went to his throat and he undid the first button. “You did have a thing for my chest.”
    “Let’s see if I still do. Hurry up.”
    Once he’d reached the last button above the waist of his jeans, I