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body. A wide ellipse of fog pooled on the table beside her mouth.
Bolt, she whimpered, Bolt& I& go easy, Bolt. Please.
She felt his big hands on her derriere, pulling apart the cheeks of her ass as he
ground his way deeper. She sucked in a painful breath.
You sore, baby doll?
A little. I& do you think we could do this without& without moving?
He chuckled. That would be hard.
She groaned. I was afraid you d say that.
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But not impossible, he added, reaching around in front of her leg and settling his
fingertips over the top of her labia. I won t spread you, he told her. So you tell me
when I m in the right place.
When he moved his hand in a small circle, she moaned. That s the right place.
Thought so, he grunted.
His shaft was buried deep between her cheeks, thickly enclosed within the flesh
cushioning his groin. His thick wrist slid down between their bodies and she felt his left
hand moving against her skin, stroking his balls as he rocked gently against her
backside, barely moving inside her, nudging the full tip of his cock head against the
back of her vagina, delivering deep, dark ecstasy with each thumping blow.
Moments later, his right hand was slipping as he massaged the full, wet lips that
sheltered her clit. The deep pounding delivery at her sweet spot moved her slowly
toward climax as he bucked against her in short surges. At some point the pleasure and
need for deliverance overwhelmed any discomfort Tavia was aware of. She gripped the
table s edges, braced her legs and lifted her ass to him.
Jesus, he complained as his hands gripped the flesh of her cheeks. You shouldn t
have done that, Tavia. Hold on, sweetheart. You re about to get fucked.
With these words he pulled his hips and slammed into her, groaning as he drove
into her with violent urgency, stretching her channel impossibly wide as his cock
expanded in his own approach to climax.
Tavia didn t hear the doorbell ring. She was orgasming when it opened several
minutes later, pressing the side of her open mouth into the table s smooth surface.
Behind her, Bolt pounded against her backside, flaying her with the slap of his hips,
flogging her with his cock, too close to climax to stop for anything less than the end of
the world.
The stunned deliveryman stared a startled instant as a bouquet of red roses slipped
from his fingers and dropped to rattle against the floor. Abruptly, he backed out of the
house as Bolt threw his hips at Tavia s ass three more times then stilled, coming in
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blisteringly hot surges, pumping his cum into her sheath, choking back obscene phrases
mixed with hard words of devotion.
Afterward, Tavia groaned. Oh man, she panted against the table, poor guy. I bet
we gave him a scare.
Bolt s shaft pulsed inside her as he ground his groin against the cushion of her ass.
He jerked his chin upward. Either that or a hard-on, he murmured.
Tavia s breath fogged on the table as she gave a weak giggle.
Bolt drew his cock out of her hold in a long, sore slide of thick flesh. Did you get
your story finished? he asked as he pulled her dress down to cover her exposed
backside.
Story? she mumbled vaguely.
You had a noon deadline, he reminded her, tucking his cock inside his pants and
buttoning up.
Yes, she lied primly as he fell to one knee and released her from first one shoe,
then the other.
What about you? Did you get a ride to Albuquerque? she asked, holding her
breath.
Bolt was a moment answering. Not tonight, he said softly. His gaze probed hers
from behind thick lashes and for several seconds Tavia gave up on breathing altogether.
His expression told her that he was staying the night. That he wanted to stay the night.
And that she didn t have much choice in the matter.
Once Tavia was free of the shoes, she and Bolt crept across the entry to the front
door. They found more flowers on the porch. Another dozen bouquets.
Tavia didn t open the notes.
Bolt spent the night.
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Chapter Seven
Tavia overslept. She d had a busy night. She smiled, stretching in the large king-
sized bed as she reminisced. She particularly liked the memory of Bolt stretched over
her, lying between her spread legs, his weight on his elbows as his cock pulsed inside
her and he dipped his face to kiss her mouth. That was a good one. Turning on the bed,
she snuggled her face into the pillow beside her and drew in a breath full of the rich,
masculine scent of Bolt Hardin.
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