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They were joined as one, and Mitch began moving, rocking his hips slowly. The sweet friction took her places she’d never been before, filling her with need, with longing.

  Together they established a rhythm, meeting and welcoming every push, each giving and taking at the same time.

  She pressed her breasts against his chest and moved beneath him. Heat poured from his body to hers, back to his again. Moaning deep in his throat, Mitch cradled her in his arms, his cock stroking the spot that needed it most, bringing her to the edge in record time. The man certainly had a talent for knowing just how she liked it, just what she needed.

  Even though their lovemaking was softer, slower, deeper, and far more tender than last time, it didn’t mean it was any less powerful. In fact, it was so raw, so powerful, and so intimate it sent a riot of emotions coursing through her.

  Eyes full of want, he shot her a tender look of intimacy. Her throat clogged, her insides turned to mush.

  “You feel so good,” he whispered.

  Her thoughts scattered. All she knew was she never wanted this to end. She wanted to keep him inside her forever, but the pressure building in her body became too much to bear. Her tongue found the warmth of his mouth again. He kissed her with such passion, it left her gulping for her very next breath.

  Her pussy muscles quaked and gripped him hard. A growl crawled out of his throat as her tension mounted. Concentrating on the tiny points of pleasure, she gripped his backside, following his motion with her hands, urging him on.

  The world around her went fuzzy; her entire body burned from the inside out. “Harder, Mitch,” she cried out as a powerful orgasm rolled through her.

  Mitch began panting, picking up the tempo, driving her to the moon and back over and over, giving her body what it needed to bring her to the peak and keep her there. As her muscles quaked and quivered in erotic delight, she felt his cock clench and throb, and knew his orgasm was fast approaching.

  He tangled his fingers through her hair. Moisture sealed their bodies together. “Sara…” He called out her name and stilled as his own orgasm tore through him. Balancing his weight on his arms, Mitch lay on top of her with his chest rising and falling in an erratic pattern. His lips closed over hers for a soft, tender kiss. Everything in her reached out to him. He stayed inside her for a long time, until his cock grew flaccid and slipped out.

  Mitch inched back and discarded his condom. He rolled to his side and tugged her along with him. When their eyes met, it triggered a craving she couldn’t sate.

  He angled his head, his gaze going to the sexy toys she’d purchased. “So I take it you had this seduction planned all along.” She could hear the pleasure in his voice.

  “I think we already established that I’m a wild, wanton woman, Mitch.”

  “Who wants to be tied up and spanked,” he added, humor edging his voice.

  Chuckling softly, she asked, “Are you making fun of me?”

  “Hell, no. I just never met a woman as open and uninhibited as you. And it’s not every day a woman asks me to tie her up and spank her.” He dropped a kiss onto her mouth.

  “Not every day?” she asked.

  A slow lazy grin tugged at his lips. “Nope. More like every second day.”

  Sara laughed and swatted him, loving the easy, playful intimacy between them.

  “There you go again, hitting me. Keep it up and I’ll just have to punish you,” he said, humor in his voice.

  She batted her lashes, playing along. “That’s what I’m counting on.” When he chuckled, Sara snuggled tighter into his arms. Mitch laced his fingers through hers. It felt so good to be held by him.

  Eyes heavy, and feeling drained, she was overtaken by fatigue. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat. They remained quiet for a long time, both lost in their thoughts.

  Mitch broke the silence. “When do you go back?”

  “A week and a half.”

  “Back to writing cow-tipping stories.”

  She shrugged. “I guess.”

  “Have you ever thought about staying in Chicago and finding a job here?”

  “About a million times an hour.” She tipped her head to look at him.

  His eyes were wide, filled with intrigue and delight. “Really?” he asked.

  “Yeah. It’s my dream to write for Entice magazine.”

  He tossed her his trademark panty-soaking smile. “Hmmm.”

  “What?”

  He crushed her body to his, his fingers marching over her arm. “If you move here, it will give us a chance to explore all our fantasies.”

  She scoffed and rolled her eyes, teasing him. “Like that’s an incentive.”

  “You didn’t happen to pick up a little French maid outfit to go with that paddle and satin rope, did you?”

  “You are so bad.” She whacked him. Hard.

  He grasped her hands and pinned them to her sides. “Now you’re really asking to be tied and spanked,” he said, his lips hovering over hers.

  Sara freed one hand, slid it down his body, and sheathed his cock. “I think we’ll have to postpone that until you recharge.” When she chuckled, Mitch smothered the sound with his mouth. After they shared a long, lingering kiss, Mitch packaged her against his body, her head resting on his chest. Silence reigned once again as they both went back to their own thoughts. Sara stifled a yawn, exhaustion easing itself into her bones.

  Mitch grabbed their beach towels and covered them. A short while later, she listened to his breathing level out and deepen. She glanced up at his handsome face and smiled, waiting patiently while he slept and recharged. Soon enough she’d wake him, because, as far as she was concerned, this night was far from over. There were many more fantasies to fulfill, a few toys to be used, and one spankable ass in need of a firm firefighter palm.

  “Mitch.”

  He inched open his eyes, still half asleep. “Hmmm?”

  “It’s time.”

  “Time for what, babe?” he murmured, automatically reaching out beside him. Disappointment settled in his stomach when his hand came up empty.

  “Time for you to get up.”

  He rolled toward her voice, and his cock brushed against the pool lounger. He glanced down at his erection. “I already am up.”

  “Precisely.” Her sultry tone snapped him to attention.

  His head shot up. “Sweet fuck,” he whispered, his body rocketing to life. Mouth gaping open, he took in the erotic vision before him. Dressed only in a pair of firefighter pants, with the suspenders covering her nipples, Sara held a rope out to him. He spotted a paddle and a few other sex toys on the shelf beside her. Holy hell. She really did have a night of fantasy sex planned for him. And dammit, who was he to disappoint her? When he looked at the toys again, his mind raced with delicious ideas, and he knew he had every intention of playing his fantasies out to the fullest.

  Mitch blinked and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Either I’m dreaming or you just tapped into my fantasies.”

  Sara offered him a sultry smile, her glance roaming over his naked body. “You’re still dreaming, Mitch. It’s your erotic dream, and it’s yours to play out any way you like.”

  He could barely formulate a response. Climbing to his feet, he approached her slowly. “So this is all just a dream?”

  She nodded and licked her lips.

  “Which means I can do whatever I want to you?” He touched her flesh and felt her quiver. Keeping close, he circled her body, his cock brushing against her pants. He positioned his mouth close to her ear. “I like your costume.”

  “It’s no French maid outfit—”

  “It’s better.” Oh yeah, so much better. The way the suspenders pressed against her nipples made his mouth salivate, and those loose-fitting pants covering all her sexy curves played havoc with his imagination and shook him to the core.

  He took the rope out of her hand and stepped behind her. “In my dreams, I have you tied up.” He held her hands and tied them together beh
ind her back. Her sharp intake of air thrilled him. Once she was secure, he rubbed his palm over her fine, spankable ass and squeezed. “Very nice,” he whispered.

  He came back around to stand in front of her. “In my dreams, your legs are always spread.” She quickly widened her legs. “Yeah, just like that.”

  He met her smoldering eyes. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing deepened. “And you’re always wet when I come to you.” He slid his palms under the suspenders and ran his hands from her shoulders to her pants, his knuckles brushing against her hard nipples. “Are you wet, Sara?”

  She grinned. “I’m always wet when you come to me.”

  That brought a smile to his face. He slipped a hand down her pants and brushed her pussy. “Mmmm, very creamy. Just the way I like it.” He nudged her clit and watched the storm brew in her eyes. He loved the way she wanted him.

  He could smell her arousal. He pushed his finger inside her pussy, stirring her heat.

  “What…what else happens in your dreams?” she asked him as she pitched her hips forward.

  “Well, first we kiss because I can never get enough of your mouth.” He pressed his lips to hers, reveling in her sweet taste. She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it. His cock throbbed, aching to move in and take its place. He raked his thumb over her clit and felt her shudder. “Sometimes I let you come right away. Other times I like to tease it out of you.”

  She was so goddamn close to coming right now, it amazed him. He pulled one suspender and then let go. It snapped against her nipple. Heat flooded her cheeks and her eyes widened, erotic delight apparent in her expression.

  Aching to claim her, to taste her—every fucking inch of her—just like he did in his fantasies, he covered his finger in her cream and walked behind her. Slipping his hand down the back of her pants, he pulled open her ass cheeks and coated her puckered opening. She tightened.

  “Mitch—”

  “Shhh…” he whispered. “You never protest in my dreams.”

  “But—”

  “I know how to take care of you, Sara.” Her words fell off when he unhooked her suspenders and let her pants fall to her ankles. He grabbed the paddle and smacked her ass.

  “Oh. My. God.” Her whole body quaked.

  He pitched his voice low. “See, baby, I know what you like.” Brushing his lips over the back of her neck, he lowered himself to his knees, inhaling the scent of her skin. Heat exploded inside him when she shook beneath his touch. It took all his effort not to back her up against the wall and sink into her. He whacked her ass again, leaving a bright red mark.

  “That stings,” she cried out, clearly enjoying it. Her head rolled to the side. “Tell me more about your dreams,” she coaxed, her words coming out breathlessly.

  He hit her a third time, then dropped the paddle. “You always like my tongue, no matter where I put it.”

  With the soft blade of his tongue, he caressed her ass cheeks, working his way to the center, giving her time to get used to the new feeling. He reached between her legs to get more cream and knew she was damn close to erupting.

  “Sometimes you come when I do this.” After generously slathering her cream on her puckered opening, he ran his tongue between her cheeks. As he pillaged her with his mouth, he reached around and pinched her clit. Her aroused scent curled around him and his body grew needy. Desperate to sink into her heat, his cock pulsed, his balls constricted.

  She fisted her fingers and moved restlessly against him. He continued with his gentle assault, stabbing her sweet hole with his tongue. “That’s it,” he whispered, encouraging her to let go. He worked his tongue over her rim harder, making her delirious with pleasure. A moan caught in her throat. Her breath came in a rush. When she pushed her ass into his face, he felt her give herself over to him.

  “That…that…feels…” Her body convulsed with pleasure. Her hot juice dripped down her legs.

  Not quite done with her ass, he slid up her back and came around to face her. He reached for one of her sex toys. A small silver bullet with a remote control meant for ass fucking.

  “In my dreams you like it when I fuck your hot little ass and cunt at the same time.”

  She began panting. “Mitch, I bought that for you.”

  He gave her a lopsided grin. “I kind of thought so.”

  “The clerk suggested it,” she rushed out. “She said her man loves it. I thought it might have been one of your fantasies, too.”

  He circled her and rubbed her cream all over her puckered back passage. His lips caressed her neck. He murmured into her ear. “But this is my dream, and you are mine to do with as I please. So I’m using it on you.”

  After pulling her cheeks wide open he pressed the silver bullet to her opening and gently eased it in. “You’re so tight, baby. Spread for me.” Once he pushed pass the ringed opening, she took the toy in easily. He groaned low and deep as it disappeared inside her.

  With the little bullet in place he turned it on to vibrate and captured Sara by the waist. He backed her up against the wall.

  She swallowed hard, drew a labored breath, and shot him a smoldering look. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, Mitch.”

  The sudden urgent need to fuck her overtook him. Lust, need, and desire churned inside him. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Without releasing the rope binding her hands, he lowered himself to the floor and pulled her on top of him.

  “Fuck me, Sara.” He could hear the urgency and emotion in his voice. He widened her pussy lips as she impaled herself on him. Jesus, she was tight. When he grabbed her hips, she began riding him, hard and fast, her head whipping from side to side, her wet cunt massaging his shaft. The position allowed him to watch her full breasts bounce up and down.

  This was better than any dreams he’d ever enjoyed.

  As he drove his cock into her, he could feel the buzzing little bullet in her ass. He’d never quite felt anything like that, either. It damn near drove him to the brink in record time. Blood pounded through his veins, and his hunger for her made him quake. He drove into her, seeking more than just her heat.

  His hands bit into her flesh as they indulged in each other’s body, her ripples of pleasure urging him on. “That’s it, Sara. Come all over my cock.”

  She threw her head back and bit down on her bottom lip. “Mitch,” she cried out. The second her hot cream covered his shaft, a growl ripped through him and he released deep inside her. She collapsed on top of him, their wet bodies melting together, both of them gasping for air.

  After a long moment he turned off the vibrator and eased it out of her. Sated from the best sex he’d ever had, he untied her hands, carried her to the inflated lounger, and curled in beside her.

  “Mitch.”

  She sounded so drowsy. He brushed her hair back. “Yeah, babe? What is it?”

  “It’s not time to wake up, is it?” Her breathing leveled off and he could tell she needed rest before they fucked again.

  “No, it’s not time to wake up, Sara. Not even close.”

  “Good.”

  As he tightened his arms around her, emotions overtook him. Their sex was perfect, she was perfect, everything was perfect—and by God, if he had anything to do with it, they’d never wake up from this incredible fantasy.

  FIVE

  Sara looked so beautiful and peaceful that Mitch hated to disturb her, but he didn’t want her to open her eyes and think he’d run out on her either. Last night, after she’d fulfilled his fantasy, they had both fallen into an exhausted slumber, and he hadn’t roused until his cell phone rang and work beckoned.

  As he drifted off last evening, with her tucked securely in his arms, he’d reflected on the emotions she brought out in him. Mitch had had every intention of grabbing a short nap and then telling her exactly how he felt, praying she reciprocated his feelings. For the first time in his life, he felt that a woman had fallen for the man beneath the uniform. Now he was ready to lay it on the line to find out for sure.r />
  “Sara, I have to go.”

  She blinked up at him. When her eyes focused, a wide smile split her mouth and it brought warmth to his darkest corners. She glanced at his body, then down at her own. Her hand snaked out and cradled his cheek. “Hey, you’re overdressed.”

  He closed his hand over hers and said around the lump forming in his throat, “Hey, babe, I have to go. I’m needed at the station.”

  She propped herself up and glanced around. “What time is it?”

  “It’s early. Why don’t you go back to sleep and I’ll come find you after my shift?”

  “Now that sounds like a great plan to me.”

  Mitch dropped a kiss on her cheek and crept from the pool house. With morning fast approaching, he had to check in, which gave him little time to get home, shower, and get to work.

  Over an hour later, Mitch made his way to the firehouse. All was quiet, which suited him just fine. Not only did he need time to sort through his thoughts, but he needed to figure out a way to talk to Nick, especially after Nick had warned him to stay away from Sara.

  Sara…

  He couldn’t get her out of his head. She’d taken up residency in his heart and unearthed things in him he thought he’d buried. No woman had ever considered his needs and desires before. The fact that she wanted to fulfill his fantasy, and had gone and purchased all the sexy props to do it, filled his heart with love.

  And if Mitch got his way, which he had every intention of doing, the two of them would have many more nights in each other’s arms fulfilling fantasies.

  Right now he needed to compose himself and get his mind on the job. But first he allowed himself one more minute to think about Sara. Reveling in the heated memories of the way she felt in his arms, and the way she opened her body to him. He licked his lips, recalling the taste of her mouth, her breasts, and the valley between her legs. His whole body quaked with the need to sink into her again and again. His cock tightened in anticipation; pleasure resonated through him. He couldn’t wait to hold her again, to reacquaint his lips with her body.

  He glanced at the clock. Damn, it was going to be a hell of a long day.