Gigi bucked as water jetted against her pussy in a rush, pounding against her swollen clit. The finger working her into a frenzy became two and the fullness made her want to weep. She flexed her hips, wanting more of everything, more Beau, more pressure punishing the sensitive knot between her legs. Every nerve in her body lit up and she needed—was desperate for—the release she knew Beau could give her.

Just a little more.

Beau froze, fingers buried deep. His low voice barely penetrated the sensual haze gripping her.

“Are you ready for me?”

She tried to form the words, to beg him to finish it, to give her what she needed so bad. Instead, she licked her lips and nodded. Then he was gone and she almost wept at the loss.

The slosh of the water, the tear of the wrapper, the click of a button, it was all background noise as the streaming jets began to spurt and retract. She moaned as the hot water worked over the tight bud between her legs like a clever hand. She bucked and tried to grind closer to it, the orgasm right there for the taking.

“Not this time, Gigi. This time we’re going together,” Beau growled.

He gripped her hips, slid her back toward him. He tipped her torso forward and the magical pounding from the water became a tease. The streams pulsed, massaging her now, the steady, gentle rhythm making her want to scream. So fucking close.

And then he was there. The broad, thick head of his cock poised against her entrance. She quivered, at once desperate for but afraid of his invasion. The water was relentless, a seductive mistress, demanding she move against it. Her worries evaporated under the white-hot light of her need. She thrust her hips toward the jet then snapped them back, impaling her pussy on Beau’s thick cock.

The fullness stole her breath but if there was pain, the sheer bliss of him seated deep inside her decimated it before it registered. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him and she was filled with an incredible sense of rightness.

Behind her, Beau was still but his harsh breathing echoed through the room. “Are you okay?”

“God yes.”

He let out a pained chuckle and shifted. “You feel unbelievable. So sweet and tight. I don’t know how long I can—”

The need to move was all-encompassing and she cut him off.

“I don’t need long. Fuck me, Beau. Just stop talking and fuck me.” She flexed her muscles around him and arched forward before thrusting back against him again hard, reveling in the thick heat that impaled her.

“Jesus, that’s so damn good. If it’s too much, stop me.”

Almost a warning, this. The air became electric as he gripped her hips tight and slammed forward. Her vision blurred as he established a punishing rhythm, pounding into her with long, strong strokes. And suddenly, it was too much. The fingers and their bruising grip on her hips, the water spurting against her clit, the hardness driving in and out.

“I need— Oh God!”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Let me feel you come for me.”

Her muscles strained and locked as the orgasm broke over her in unrelenting waves, sucking her under. A keening moan rose low in her throat, her body clamped down tight, pulsing and squeezing him.

His cock grew impossibly hard, and she gripped him so tight she thought she might burst. He let out a string of curses then tensed behind her, his big body jerking and twitching as he came, pulsing and throbbing inside her.

She slumped forward, reeling, as he quieted behind her. She tried to think of what to say, to put her thoughts and feelings into words. A thousand emotions crowded her, but one kept fighting its way to the top of the heap. Sweet relief. “I can’t imagine anything in the world feeling better than that. It was like…everything. Thank you, Beau.”

He caressed her hips, then slid from her body. They both groaned at the loss of contact.

He sank back and pulled her with him so that she lay atop him again in the rapidly cooling water. She could feel his heart still pounding against her back, and smiled.

His breath tickled her ear as he spoke. “Thank you. For sharing that with me, for being so open, and sexy and trusting. I—” He paused, and swallowed hard. “I don’t know, it was just really great, and I hope you have no regrets. I know I don’t.”

Did she?

She gave her head a little shake. She wasn’t going there. Wasn’t delving into the miasma of doubts and anxieties writhing in the background, waiting for their opening to ruin her perfect night. No way. Right now, the only thing she regretted was that she wasn’t facing him. If she had one night, she planned on making the most of it. Reality would come crashing in soon enough.

“So you did say we could do it again, right?”

* * *

Gigi stepped out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel a short while later. Her cheeks were still flushed and she gave him a tentative smile. “I thought I heard a knock. What’d you get?”

He tore his eyes from her creamy shoulders and kept it light, giving her the space she seemed to need. “I wasn’t sure what to feed the chef so I got fruit, a cheese plate and an order of French fries.”

“Perfect.”

He’d gotten dressed to answer the door and could tell she felt self-conscious being the only one half-naked. She’d been so amazing, so giving, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel a second of discomfort.

He considered yanking off his clothes but instead went against every instinct urging him to keep her naked and grabbed the robe from the closet. He tossed it to her and turned so she could put it on.

“Picnic on the giant bed. Last one in has to eat the kiwi.”

He jogged over and set the tray down in the center of the bed before climbing in. She was a second behind him, giggling as she hopped up across from him. “I like kiwi.”

“How could you? First of all, just seeing them in their natural form is disgusting. They’re like furry little monkey nuts or something. I refuse to eat hairy fruit. Second, it’s got those little ball-bearing looking seeds in it. It’s a weird food, admit it.”

“I think it’s you that’s weird,” she said as she picked up a piece and popped it into her mouth. She gave an exaggerated eye roll and moaned.

“Mmm, so good.”

“Okay, you’re going to give me a complex. That’s the same thing you did when I—”

“Don’t say it!” she yelped, her cheeks going from pink to red.

Damn, she was fun to tease.

He took a piece of cheese and held it out to her. The smile slid from her face as she leaned in and plucked it from his fingers with her teeth. Her eyes grew dark as he caressed her full bottom lip with his thumb.

“Now you.”

She picked up a chunk of melon and offered it to him. He tipped his head and opened his mouth to accept it. At the last second he closed his lips around her fingers and nipped her before taking the fruit.

She gasped and her eyes grew darker still. The pulse in her neck began to flutter and his cock responded with a vengeance. The robe had shifted and the curve of one breast lay bare to his gaze. He squeezed his eyes closed and chewed his melon. She probably needed a break and he wasn’t going to press her. If she felt ready and wanted to do it again, she’d let him know.

“I want to do it again.” Her dark eyes locked on him as she spoke.

He swallowed hard and forced himself to choke out the words that didn’t want to come. “Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m a little tender, but it’s not going to stop me. Besides, I know you’ll make me forget all about that. Can we?”

He looked at her and the honest, pure desire shining back at him. He grabbed the tray and set it on the table next to the bed. “We can eat the fries cold.”

She nodded as he pressed her back against the blankets. He feathered soft kisses on her face, then captured her mouth with his own. He tugged the sash of her black robe and it fell open around her, framing her lush curves and white skin. For a long moment, he just stared. She squirmed under his intense gaze and moved to cover herself. He grabbed both of her hands and pressed them against the bed.

“Don’t. Don’t ever hide yourself from me, Gigi. Your body is so sweet and sexy, I want to commit every curve, every line to memory. Let me.”

She nodded and the tension in her muscles eased.

He bent forward and closed his mouth over the hard nipple that had been beckoning him. She wriggled and groaned as she threaded her fingers into his hair. He worked his tongue against the sensitive bud and her low gasp was like a symphony to his ears. Her legs shifted restlessly against his and he trailed a hand down her stomach to close over her pussy. She spread her legs wide, opening herself to his touch. He tested her with a slide of fingers, a rub of his palm. Her slick juices covered his hand and a charge ran through him. He’d done that to her. She was wet and aching, only for him.

He released her nipple and moved lower, pressing kisses down her rib cage, over her stomach while he worked her cunt with his fingers. Sliding up and down over her heated slit until her hips pulsed in a staccato rhythm. Finally he was eye level with her pussy and he had to close his eyes to gain control.

After a few steadying breaths, he opened them again to the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Gigi’s candy-pink sex glistened just inches from his mouth. Her distended clit pouted forward, begging for his tongue. The evidence of her need ran down the cleft of her ass and the drive to taste her overwhelmed all of his senses.

He wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs and stay there forever, devouring her. Instead he flicked his tongue against her clit, just brushing the tender flesh. She groaned and pressed into him but he held back, teasing her, drawing it out.

“You’re so pretty down here. So soft and pink,” he whispered, letting his warm breath bathe her sensitive skin.

“Please, can you put your mouth on me again?” Her pleading tone held a note of wonder that went straight to his cock.

Enough teasing then. He bent low and covered her with his mouth, lapping at her in long, slow licks, increasing the pressure with every swipe. She writhed beneath him as if she couldn’t get close enough. She speared her hands into his hair and pulled him tighter to her, pressing his mouth more firmly against her pussy. He quickened the pace, licking and sucking harder and faster.

Her body stiffened and he waited for her to shatter. Instead, she jerked away from him and sat up. She reached between them and grabbed his cock through his jeans and squeezed.

“I want you inside me.”

He stood and thrust his jeans off, sliding a hand in the pocket before he tossed them aside. She turned sideways, cupping his balls and raking her nails over his stomach as he fumbled with the foil packet then sheathed his achy cock.

He climbed into the bed and pressed her back, positioning himself between her legs. He arched forward, nudging her entrance with the head of his cock. One inch. Two. He gritted his teeth, trying to take it easy. Go slow. She was new to this and he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Now.”

Her husky voice made his balls ache and she clamped her legs around his waist, snapping her hips to his, taking him all in. His cock jerked and grew heavier as he hurtled toward release. He drove forward with a punishing thrust. Her low gasp gave him pause, until she wriggled beneath him, urging him to move, begging him not to stop. He pulled back and plunged forward again, filling her, stretching her.

She tossed her head on the pillow, her pants becoming groans. Her hips moved faster and faster and she worked her tight channel over his dick like a fist. He tried to hold off.

This might be the last time he ever felt her wrapped around him. The last time he got to be with her.

But tighter and tighter her pussy gripped him, bewitching him, her slick inner walls squeezing until she cried out and shattered, convulsing around him. A second later, unable to stop it, he tumbled after her. He flexed deep, groaning her name as his bittersweet orgasm racked him. His body exploded into her, hot cum bursting from his cock in a rush that had him shouting her name.

* * *

Gigi woke to the distant sound of water splatting against tile. The shower.

Jesus, Beau.

Her eyes snapped open and she stared into the semi-darkness at the swirls in the ceiling, trying not to let the fear riding her morph into full-blown panic. Now that the sensual haze had worn off, now that she’d escaped the reach of his force field of hotness, it all seemed so clear. She was royally screwed.

What had she done? She squeezed her eyes shut again as her brain provided the answer to that question in exquisite detail. Her pulse fluttered at the images flashing through her mind.

It had been amazing.

Earth-shattering.

Terrifying. And Beau was right, she never should have done it. She was changed. After just one night, the thought of going home and immersing herself completely in work left her ice cold and almost sick with dread.

Alone again. No strong hands to grip her waist. No body, so much warmer than her own, to burrow into while she slept. No hot mouth or clever tongue to work her into a frenzy. No baritone chuckles as she primly wrapped a sheet around herself to get a drink of water.

No Beau.

One night with him, half a night, really, and her life was flipped upside down. She’d fooled herself into believing she could just sleep with him and enjoy the experience, chalk it up to good times and walk away unscathed. Instead, she was utterly and completely scathed, without a clue how to handle it. So she did the only thing she could think of.

She jumped up out of the bed, tossed the dress over her head and ran for it.