An investigation is underway to catch the man who attacked Olivia Russo at NY Fitness on Friday morning. If anyone has seen the man below you are urged to call Crime Stoppers. This is the second attack against Russo . . .

Olivia took a deep breath when she stepped outside of ICS and saw sunshine for the first time in almost two days. Unfortunately, it smelled terrible. “Gross!” Sophie yelled and Olivia agreed.

“I know you’ve been avoiding the news, but that toxic algae has hit Miami, full force.”

“Oh my God, McGregor needs to open those reservoirs before it keeps going south,” Olivia said, trying to hold her breath as Joey quickly shuffled them into an unfamiliar car. According to all the environmental reports, opening the reservoirs was the only way to control the algae even if it pissed off the sugar farmers. It seemed as if McGregor had his priorities all screwed up.

She was so impressed with ICS so far. They’d gone as far as renting a very ordinary nondescript gray Toyota Camry and then both she and Sophie hid on the floor for the few minutes it took them to cross through the gate of Joey’s gated community. Sophie had thought it was a game and had stayed perfectly still.

Because Joey and Olivia had been seen together on a few occasions, he had wanted to take all these precautions. He had explained that he didn’t want to take any risks that the media, or the “asshole” as Joey had nicknamed him, were keeping an eye on him too. As soon as the garage door for his house closed, they climbed out of the car.

He swiped his print against the alarm pad and the door from the garage to the house clicked open. “Cool!” Sophie said, skipping into the house.

“This looks like a fortress, Joey,” Olivia said as she looked around. It was a modern home, all of it looked as if it was made of concrete, and it was square. Like a cement box. It wasn’t necessarily ugly, it just wasn’t . . . cozy.

The back of the house had a bunch of windows and a double door all overlooking the long rectangle pool. Everything about the house, including the pool, was clean lines and sharp edges. No clutter, nothing child friendly. There was an extravagantly huge television and a cream-colored leather couch that formed a “U” shape. All the shelves were glass, and there were more gadgets on them, nothing she understood but probably stuff a techy guy like Joey would want or need. They followed Joey up the metal spiral staircase to the second floor, which had two doors. “There’s a bathroom downstairs. Up here is my room, which has a bathroom, and this other room that also has a bathroom.” He opened the door to a room with a twin bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. It looked as if it had never been used. “Sophie can sleep here and you can sleep in my room.”

She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow. Was he expecting she would jump straight into bed with him, Sophie just a few feet away?

Well, it was tempting, but she wasn’t ready.

Or was she?

“I’ll sleep on the couch, obviously.” He chuckled.

“I’ll be fine here with Sophie.”

“It’s a twin bed, you’ll be uncomfortable. I’m fine on the couch.”

He placed the bags on the bed. “I’ll be downstairs. Make yourselves at home.” He exited the room and closed the door behind them.

Sophie was so excited she was electric. At one point Olivia had to hold her down to help her into her swimsuit. “Let’s go, Mommy. Hurry,” she said, running out of the room, Olivia following behind her.

“You’re not going in?” Joey asked when Olivia walked out of the room still dressed in the same clothes.

“Nah, I think I’ll just hang back and watch.”

“Hey, freckles, when my brothers are in town we like to have a big family water gun battle. Why don’t you look in that big brown trunk outside,” he said, pointing to the backyard. “The one against the wall. It’s full of water toys. Pick something fun, but stay away from the pool until me or your mom go outside, okay?”

“Yay!” the little girl yelled, and ran out.

They watched her through the glass sliding door as she ran to the trunk and began taking out toys.

Joey turned to Olivia. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Her heart pounded. She’d just been attacked a few short days ago, and the truth was she was wary of everything and jolted at any sudden noise and now they were in yet another unfamiliar house with a man she really liked but barely knew. “I’m feeling really overwhelmed. You’re sure we’re safe here?”

She hated being needy like this but she couldn’t help it and she needed to look out for her daughter. Except for the years she’d been married to Neil, she’d always been alone, but she’d never felt alone until now. Not at eighteen years old when she’d left her hometown and taken a bus to Miami, all by herself with sixty dollars in her pocket. Not when she’d rented her first apartment in a terrible part of town and had to walk home every morning and every afternoon alone.

Not even when she became a widow with a two-day-old baby.

She always knew in her heart she would survive. Because that was what she was—a survivor.

But now she felt helpless and unsure how to navigate these waters. There was someone trying to hurt her and her daughter and she didn’t know who it was or how to fix it.

Her one and only job in this world was to keep her daughter safe and she had no idea how to do it, except to rely on a man she’d just met.

And that scared her to death.

He cupped her face and crouched down a bit. “I know you think you don’t know me all that well yet, but I want to make it a hundred percent clear. I’d never, not fucking ever, take a risk on you or on your daughter. Not just because it’s you and Sophie, but because anyone who’s in my care is in my care, if you know what I mean. And the fact that it’s you and Sophie is an even bigger deal since I’m growing to care for you both. If I thought there was even a little bit of a threat, I’d tie you the fuck up and make sure you stayed at ICS even if Peppa Pig was on a constant loop. You get me?”

She searched his eyes and cleared her throat. “I get you.”

He moved forward and pressed his lips against hers. “You’re not a job, Livie.”

“Okay.”

“And you’re not a burden.”

She nodded, feeling that lump in her throat attempt to strangle her again. “Okay.”

“Now go put on a bathing suit and let’s go have a little fun outside.”

She exhaled a big breath she’d been holding and then headed back to the bedroom to change clothes.

“Damn you, Annie,” she whispered to herself when she pulled the swimsuit out of the bag. Joey’s sister, who she’d met yesterday when she dropped off some clothes, was a bombshell of a woman. Beautiful from head to toe, she was the one Joey had put in charge of making sure her house was a fortress. Mark, who’d been worried sick, fired G & F Security Services, Tom’s employer, the moment he’d heard what had happened at the gym, and signed the contract for ICS without hesitation.

So now Olivia had what seemed like round-the-clock security—and a terrible wardrobe selection to boot. With a drawer full of one-piece bathing suits to choose from, Annie had selected the one and only bikini she owned and hadn’t worn in forever. She groaned when she looked at herself in the mirror after it was on. It wasn’t that her hips were a little wider than they used to be, or that she had some small battle scars from her pregnancy, what made her look away was the horrible scar from below her breast down her chest. Would she ever look the same again? She knew that it was vain to even think that, considering that things could’ve been so much worse. And she was mad at not having been more vigilant and at not having fired Tom a long time ago. Unable to do anything about any of the things she was hyper-focused on, she grabbed the robe that hung behind the bathroom door, slipped it on, and went in search of Sophie.

* * *

“Come inside for a minute, freckles,” Joey hollered. “How about you help me make a milkshake while we wait on your mama? Then we’ll go in the pool.”

“Milkshake!” She ran inside and he carried her onto the kitchen counter as he worked on making himself a protein shake. “That looks gross.”

“I saw you put gummy bears inside your grilled cheese yesterday, and this is gross?”

“Gummy bears are deeee—lishes!” she licked her lips and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, little miss gummy bears, vanilla or chocolate shake?”

“Bof,” she said, pointing to both cartons. He put a scoop of each flavor into the blender.

When he finished, he poured her a cup and then he sat next to her on his kitchen island sipping their shakes.

“Are we gonna live here now?” She had a big foamy chocolate mustache above her lip.

“No. You’re just staying for a few days. Is that okay with you, freckles?”

“Does it mean I don’t have to go to school anymore?”

He laughed. “Actually, I think your teacher sent your mom some schoolwork. You can do it here.”

“Why?” she whined.

The kid was curious, of course she was. And he didn’t want to scare her. “Your mom is having some work done in your house. You have to do your schoolwork while we’re here.”

“What is she doing in the house?” She slurped some of her shake and licked her lips as she did this.

“Putting in a new alarm and . . .”

Her eyes opened wide and he had to catch the cup before she dropped it. “And a pool?! She bought a pool?”

“No, freckles.” He laughed and handed her the cup back. “Sorry to disappoint. But you’ll have some cool cameras on the outside and some new lights.”

“That’s boring.”

He pretended to be shocked. “The lights turn on when you move. That is not boring.”

She seemed to be thinking about that, because she didn’t say anything for a while and kept drinking.

“My friend Samantha, she didn’t have a daddy either, and then her mommy moved to her new daddy’s house and she had to change schools. Do I have to go to a new school now?”

Where was Olivia? This was a landmine.

He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to change schools, Soph. You’ll be back home very soon and you can come visit and get in the pool any time you want.”

“Why can’t we all live in the same house, like Samantha and like Peppa Pig? You can be the daddy.”

Holy shit.

He almost choked on his drink and his heart began to pound, wildly.

“Are you giving my daughter more sugar?” Olivia grabbed a napkin and wiped Sophie’s mouth.

Now she decided to come down!

He shook his head and placed his drink on the table. “I’m going to put on my swimsuit. Be right back, meet you in the pool.” He said it quickly and in one long breath.

“Pool. Pool. Pool.” Sophie chanted. She was literally running in place with energy.

“Did I thank you for feeding my kid sugar?”

He smiled, not really feeling humorous. “You may have grumbled something.”

“You okay?” Olivia asked.

“Fine. Fine. Be right back.”

He jogged up, taking two stairs at a time. Once he got to his room he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, taking gulps of air into his lungs.

You can be the daddy.

Shit. That’s what Olivia had been trying to tell him but he hadn’t fully understood. This was confusing for Sophie. Of course it was, how could it not be? He was the first man who’d come into her life, since she’d never met her father.

He breathed in and out and thought it through like he did everything in his life.

She was great. Cute, energetic, funny, and so smart. She questioned everything and thought things out, even though she was only five. She was also unique, which he adored. Was he ready to take on this daddy role?

It was too soon. Way too soon.

But did it scare him? The thought of being in this little person’s life? Catching lizards, showing her how to dive, coloring unicorns . . .

No. It didn’t scare him.

In fact, he could clearly see a future where he woke up and sat on a sofa eating Cheerios with Sophie. And it wasn’t scary at all.

What was scary was that he would get attached and her mother would push him away. That suddenly became scary.

But at least he’d come to terms with one thing . . . he didn’t just need to win Olivia over, he wanted to win Olivia and Sophie over.

By the time he walked outside he felt better about his revelation and smiled when he saw Sophie was doing cannonballs into the pool.

“Be careful, Soph. Don’t run,” her mother yelled.

But Sophie was already running, and Olivia was sitting on a lounge chair with his robe wrapped around her.

“She can swim,” Olivia said as he neared. “Not great. But enough so that you don’t have to go in with her if you don’t want to.”

“Good to know. But I want to go in with her.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting back and relaxing a little. How she’d managed to have such a consuming career while raising a child was amazing. But it was moments like this, where she relaxed and let him take control of the situation, that he loved most.

* * *

Olivia had tried really hard not to stare at him when he walked out shirtless wearing only navy blue swim trunks that hung dangerously low on his torso. He grabbed a metal pole and began to scoop out some leaves from the pool using a net. Every time he brought the pole up, the muscles on his shoulders and biceps contracted. His gait was long and confident and . . . “Holy shit,” she whispered.

“Mommy? You said a bad wod.”

She looked down at her daughter who was right by her feet inside the pool and patted her head, unable to concentrate. “Sorry, sweets. Why don’t you go see if Joey needs help?”

She needed a moment to just enjoy the view. He was tall and lean but still muscular, not in a bulky way, but in an I can kick your ass but look fan-fucking-tastic in a tuxedo sort of way. Very James Bond, she thought as she wiped at the little bit of sweat on her forehead. When he finished he put the pole back and then padded toward her.

“Come in with us.”

“I don’t think I should. Stiches.” She pointed to her chest.

“You can dry the area afterward and you’ll be fine. It’s been two days.”

“I don’t want to risk an infection.”

He sat on the chair next to her and her eyes went to his bare feet. Maybe it was to avoid drooling over all those abs, but she’d never thought of feet as sexy before.

“I hope we’re not crashing any plans you may have had,” she blurted out, suddenly flushed from being too close to him when he wasn’t wearing much.

“I had no plans. Spending a hot day lounging around the pool with you and your daughter is the plan for today. A good plan, by the way.”

They were both looking at each other, the attraction electric, when cold water splashed around them, wetting them both. “Gotcha!” Sophie giggled.

Joey wiped his face dry with his palms and then looked at the giggling little girl. “Of course you picked the biggest water gun I have.”

“You can’t get me. Nani nani poo poo,” she sang, sticking her tongue out at Joey and then running back excitedly. Joey jumped to his feet and grabbed a little plastic water gun from the trunk.

Olivia watched with a huge smile as he filled the little gun and then walked with it in his hand as if he was still in the military. With every step he took forward, Sophie took one back with a nervous little giggle. She tried to shoot him again but her gun had run out of water. “Ha!” Joey said, and then ran full force, grabbing her over his head and making as if he was going to toss her in the pool. “One . . . two . . .”

Sophie was laughing so hard she couldn’t even speak. “And three!” he yelled, but didn’t toss her. Instead, he gently put her back down on her feet and then started squirting her with water.

At one point, Sophie started chanting, “Get Mum. Get Mum.”

Olivia stood up, putting her hands up in surrender. “Oh no. No no no,” she laughed, and when Joey, who’d been aiming the little gun at her, fell silent she looked at him puzzled. His eyes had moved down and she noticed the robe had opened and he was staring at her bikini-dressed body.

The way he was looking at her . . . it wasn’t the stare of a man who gave a shit about stretch marks or scars or stiches. It was a look of lust and want and her pulse spiked. She quickly closed the robe and ducked just as Sophie started wetting her.

It had been the best day.

After the pool, Joey had grilled some steaks and they wanted to eat outside but the putrid stench coming from the ocean was horrible, so they had to move things indoors.

By eight o’clock, Sophie had been so exhausted she fell asleep watching a home renovation show in the living room. Joey had carried her to the room and the two of them tucked her in.

“How about some wine?” he asked, once Sophie was in bed and they were back in the living room.

“Sounds good.” He poured her a glass and he took out a beer for himself.

“I had fun today,” he said.

“So did we. You absolutely made Sophie’s day.”

“She’s a great kid, Livie.”

It wasn’t time to get into anything heavy but she did have a life to get back to and she needed to know when she could get back to it. “So, what’s the plan? When do you think it’ll be okay for us to go home? Any update with the cops? I can’t help but feel like I knew the guy’s voice. I’ve been replaying it over and over in my mind.”

“Is there anything that would help? An accent, or maybe he called you something unusual?”

“No. Nothing I can put my finger on. It could be my mind playing tricks on me. Anyway, so what next?”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t like saying that because normally I have a plan. A clear precise plan of action. But this time, I don’t know. I’ve been trying to break into the account he left you while the cops have put the photos from the cameras into some facial recognition software, but nothing’s popping up. Technically, your house is safe now. All the security is in place, you have cameras, patrols in the area, we replaced some of the downstairs windows with high impact ones. But the truth is, I don’t feel comfortable with you leaving when I don’t have a handle on things. I don’t have a motive, a name, or a good clear photo. Nothing.”

“But what if you can’t find him? We can’t stay here forever, Joey. I mean, I have a job, Sophie has school. What do we do?” It wasn’t accusatory, it was a real concern. “And you? We’ve completely inserted ourselves into your life. I’m sure this can’t be comfortable for you.”

He shook his head and took the wine from her hand and placed it on the coffee table.

“You’re not getting it, Livie.”

She let out a breath. “I am getting it, Joey. I’m not dumb. You find me attractive. I find you attractive. But what is it that you want, exactly? I can do sex, but I don’t know if can do a relationship.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “You had not kissed anyone in five years, darlin’. You cannot do just sex.”

“Of course I can. We . . . well, you did a lot of stuff to me already and I’m dealing. I’m not all weirded out and clingy.”

He sat back and took a big gulp of his beer and tipped his chin up a little. “Tell me again why it can’t happen. Why only sex?”

“Jo . . .”

“No, seriously. Don’t do your Jedi mind fuck on me and twist shit around. Tell me the honest truth.”

“Jedi mind fuck?”

“Yeah, your political mumbo jumbo that makes people somehow believe that what you said was for the best. But, it wasn’t.”

“It is for the best. I have a daughter. I can’t have her getting attached to you to just have you walk out of her life. And your job is dangerous. She’s already been through a lot. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“She or you, Livie? Because if my math is right, her father died when she was only days old. She didn’t even know him. And how about me, huh? How about when I get attached and you pull the rug from under me? I have a dog in this fight too, you know. Why are you just assuming I’m going to leave?”

“I don’t know. I’m nervous, I guess. What if you left and I got attached? I just . . .” It was a terrible response but she didn’t have any other one.

“And you got attached? Funny, I’m already attached. I’d already be devastated if you left.”

“Joey . . .” she breathed. God, he was so wonderful.

“What about you, Olivia? What do you want? All the excuses have been about Sophie and your career. How about you, Olivia, the woman? What do you need? What do you want? Why are you so scared?”

“I don’t know, Joey. I’m . . . well, I’m busy. I need a man who understands that I work and that I have responsibilities that may, at times, come before him.”

“So basically, you’re saying you don’t want some guy whose entire life revolves around you. You want a man who understands you have a career, an important one, and supports it instead of making you choose.”

Neil never really understood this about her. She loved him, with all her heart, but he wanted to come first. He didn’t understand why she had to go to meetings and speeches every day. He didn’t necessarily want Suzy Homemaker, but he did want her to be home at a reasonable hour every night and spend time together. It wasn’t as if that was an unreasonable request, but it just wasn’t the way her life had gone.

Her job was important and it wasn’t just important for her, it was important to her constituents. What she did mattered, and it mattered in a real way. Now she was single, and had been for a long time, and she wasn’t going to settle for a man who didn’t understand this. It was one of the many things causing her to hesitate.

“Yes. I work late and sometimes I’m drafting speeches, or editing them, at one in the morning, sometimes I get calls at three in the morning, sometimes I . . .”

He put his index finger over her mouth to shut her up. “Baby, I don’t know what kind of man you had before, but I’m not the kind that is scared off by a strong woman. All due respect, do not confuse me with whatever insecure man you’ve dated or married in the past. Your schedule doesn’t scare me.”

He reached for the back of her neck and pulled her head forward and kissed her. He ran his tongue along her lips then pushed it inside, tasting her, holding her tightly against him, and showing her all the ways he was a man who wanted to ravage her—Olivia, just a woman he found attractive, not a politician or a widow or a mom, but a woman he wanted. When she was heady with need and her hand gripped the front of his shirt, he pulled away.

“Go to bed, Livie,” he said, running the pad of his thumb along her swollen lips. He kissed her head and stood. “Sleep well.”

And he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her discombobulated.

* * *

Joey splashed water on his face. He’d almost ripped off her clothes and fucked her senseless on the couch with her daughter sleeping in the next room. That wasn’t what he wanted and he wanted to show her it wasn’t just sex. Not for her, and certainly not for him. His cock was rock hard and he had to close his eyes and count to one hundred before walking back out. After finishing up in the bathroom he grabbed a blanket and pillows from the linen closet and went back to the living room. He lay down on the sofa to watch television, trying not to think of the woman who would be sleeping in his room, on his bed, her hair on his pillows, her scent on his sheets . . .

He groaned when his cock hardened again. By the time he walked back to the living room she was gone. He set up the couch for a long sleepless night with the world’s biggest hard-on. But it was her turn to come to him. He couldn’t be the only one to continue to push for more.

* * *

The first sign there was something amiss was a creaking noise, followed by light footsteps as if someone was trying to walk quietly. He had his weapon tight in his hand and was adjusting his eyes to the darkness. He felt the warmth of another person nearby and then saw the figure move closer to him. He hadn’t moved a muscle, well, except to inconspicuously reach for his weapon, as he lay on the sofa waiting and calculating his move. The only thing he knew for certain was that whoever was there would not get close to Olivia or Sophie.

As the person approached slowly and quietly, he was able to see the outline enough to calculate his next move, which he executed quickly and with trained precision. He had the person . . . pressed up against him, her back to his front, and his armed arm around her neck. “One move and I’ll shoot. Who the fuck are you?” But as soon as he felt her, he let go. He knew that body, that scent . . .

“Shit,” he grumbled, then put his weapon away. “Did you come here to try to seduce me, Madame Governor?”

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, I’m not good at seduction if you have to ask. Or if you try to shoot me.”

He stared at her. She was in a threadbare T-shirt, her nipples poking through, and her long legs were bare. But the best part was how her hair hung loose and long over her shoulders. He loved when she had it down. It was rare to see it that way, but he’d already gotten to see it a few times and couldn’t wait to feel it on him.

“What was your plan? When you walked out here, what were you going to do?”

She looked up as if thinking. “I didn’t really have a plan. I was going to ask you to come with me to your room.”

He stood up and began to walk to his room. He looked over his shoulder to where she was still standing. “You coming?” He winked at her and proceeded to his room, hoping she was following right behind.

He sat on the edge of his bed and a moment later she walked in. She closed the door and he heard the click of the lock behind her. His heart hammered in his chest.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Livie.”

She walked to him and stood between his parted thighs. He looked up at her and gripped her ass while he waited for her to make the next move.

“This isn’t just a one-time thing, right? This is me and you trying for something more?”

“Darlin’, this is me and you trying for everything.” If she hadn’t “gotten” it before, he hoped she got it now. He saw how her shoulders visibly relaxed. He pushed some hair from her face. “I’ll tell you a secret, Livie. While you’ve been working yourself up as to how I felt and you felt and Sophie felt and what the entire fuckin’ world felt, I’ve made you mine. Livie, like it or not, you and me, we’re already in a relationship. You just didn’t want to see it.”

“Hmm . . .” She closed her eyes and then smiled. “Damn you and your ninja relationship skills.”

“We all have our super powers, baby.”

Her face then became serious. “Joey, I haven’t done this in a long time.” She didn’t sound nervous or scared, she sounded honest. Like she was diving in the deep end but needed him to know she wasn’t the strongest swimmer.

“Show me your body, darlin’.” His voice came out in a raspy tone he hadn’t expected. Shit, maybe she wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Ignoring the scar, he pulled her close, his face eye level with her soft navel. He placed a kiss on it first, looking up at her, seeking permission to keep going. Trailing a line of kisses and small nips from hip bone to hip bone, he tucked his index fingers on either side of her black panties and slid them down her legs. She held on to his shoulder as she stepped out. He leaned back on his elbows to look at her. She was long and lean and damn . . . his cock stirred. “Gorgeous.”

He cupped the non-injured breast with one hand, watching her reaction. She had her eyes open and was staring at him. He moved closer and put the pink nub into his mouth, just as he’d been dreaming about.

She moaned and her body shook with anticipation under his touch. Looking up at her through his lashes, he trailed his tongue down and down to the bare area between her legs. She ran her hands through the scruff on his mostly-bald head, not at all shy about what she wanted or what he was about to do. He surprised her by stopping, standing and then swooping her up and carrying her to bed. She crawled back and he laid down, parting her thighs with his shoulders.

“I want you so much, Joey,” she whimpered. Her head fell back against the headboard with a thump when he parted her pussy with his fingers and trailed his tongue up and down over and over, burying his face and tongue as deep as he could get it. She writhed underneath him but kept quiet, except for soft moaning, her arms pushing his head to her and his palms grabbing her thighs firmly and spreading her wide. It was the quietest sex he’d ever had—the only sign that she was coming was the way her pussy contracted and grew wetter against his face, and how her thighs shook.

Wiping his face against her thigh, he moved up her body, not giving her a second of reprieve, and then kissed her hard, again, keeping his weight off of her with his forearms against the bed. “I can eat your pussy every day, all day, for the rest of my goddamn life.”

Not stopping what he was doing, he reached blindly for the bedside table, the lamp wobbling in the process as he pulled the drawer open, tossing things out until he felt the condom. He took it out and sat up, ripping it open with his teeth.

She scrambled up and took it from his hand looking desperate and then surprised him by pushing him onto his back, grabbing his throbbing cock and stroking it up and down firmly but slowly. He was about to lose his goddamn mind.

“Put the condom on me, Livie. No more fucking around. I need to be inside of you.”

She bit her bottom lip, concentrating on sliding the condom down. Once he was sheathed, he lifted her up a little, and she grabbed him again, positioning him at her entrance and slowly sliding down. The only sounds were soft moans and groans from the sheer bliss they felt from him being inside her.

Not wanting to sound cliché, he didn’t say how tight she was or how good she felt, but fuck . . . she was squeezing the life out of his dick and if she didn’t start moving he was going to flip her over and fuck her senseless. Lucky for her, she began to rock, tentatively at first, but then a little more confidently until she lost herself to pleasure, which was such a beautiful sight that he almost came just from watching her.

He held on to her waist, pushing her down and helping her up. He felt the spasms of her orgasm right on his cock as she dug her nails into his shoulder, shuddering and squeezing over and over. “Baby . . . baby . . . arghh . . .” he grunted into her neck as he came hard and she collapsed on top of him.