Amused, I wiggle around on top of Michael, and feel his reaction inside my body. I smirk when he meets my eyes. “I guess you don’t need that much recovery time, huh?”

I push myself up so I’m sitting astride him, and hiss in pleasure as his cock swells, filling me.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, his hands gripping my hips to keep me still.

“I’m perfect.” I grin and squeeze my inner muscles. Michael catches his breath, arching up, lifting me from the bed. “You like?”

“Mmm,” I do it again and watch as his eyes roll, “you like that a lot.” I keep repeating the move and the way his cock jerks inside of me, makes me wetter.

His breathing has become heavy so when he grips my hips tightly and grounds me on him, my whole body tingles. My nipples go rock hard and wanting to tease him, I stretch my hands above my head, giving him the view of firm uplifted breasts and then I lean back and rest my hands on his knees.

Michael curses, and, quickly gathering me to him, flips me over, and pounds into me. “So worked up,” he mumbles. “Can’t get enough of this wet pussy.”

His words are turning me on while I try to stay with him, but it’s impossible. He’s so big all over and the rod he’s rapidly sliding in and out of me feels more than good… He shifts his hips slightly and hits...oh my God! “Right there.” I moan and cling. “Oh God, Michael. Don’t stop.”

“I can’t…you’re so wet and tight…my cock’s in heaven.” He keeps gliding along my sensitive walls, but he raises his head and captures my lips in a hot searing kiss before he suckles on one of my breasts. That’s all it takes.

My core clenches around Michael’s penis so hard I see stars. He curses and starts squirting inside of me while my body pulses and throbs in orgasm. It goes on and on and I cling to Michael as waves of heat crash through me. By the time we’ve both finished, Michael just has the energy to collapse half off me. We’re still joined, but his face is buried into the quilt beside me.

I run a hand over his firm bottom and hear him moan while his cock twitches. As I wiggle to try and get into a more comfortable position, he slips out and rests against my thigh.

He wraps an arm around my waist and positions us so we’re facing. “You’d tempt a monk,” he declares, pulling me closer.

“I only want to tempt you.”

“I’m easy.” He grins. “How sore are you?”

I feel a blush working it’s way up and into my face. Michael cups my face with one hand and brushes his thumb along my lips. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m more uncomfortable than sore. I mean,” I grin, “you’re not exactly small.”

Now Michael blushes. “Let’s talk about something else, because talking about my dick is only going to get him all excited again.”

I wrap my arm around his waist and ask him, “Is it always like that between two people?”

He offers me a wry smile and brushes the tips of his fingers across my forehead. “It’s never been like that for me before. There haven’t been all that many and certainly no one as important to me as you are, so I think that’s what made all the difference.”

“I’m happy Michael. Really happy. Until I met you, I was content, but now, I realize I wasn’t truly happy, not like the way I feel now.”

“I’m glad.”

“Doesn’t it frighten you?”

“I’m not missing anything, Brooke. I’m also reading your message loud and clear, and I couldn’t be happier.” He kisses my lips. “Let’s sleep.” He drags the sheet over us.

Michael opens one eye and moans, “You’re wide awake? Didn’t I tire you out?”

“I’m tired, but I’m excited.”

His eyes pop wide and he gives me a lazy grin. “Excited, huh?” A large, warm palm slides over my bottom and, as I slip my leg over his hip, he snuggles me in closer.

“This, with you, is all new to me,” I grin, “which is obvious, but I like it. I like how I feel when I’m with you and I’m afraid I’ll get up tomorrow morning and it will all have been a dream.”

“Brooke, this between us is real, okay?” He wraps his arms around me as I nuzzle into his chest.

A yawn makes me a liar. “Okay, perhaps I should sleep.” I yawn again. “I’m going to the beach tomorrow with Carrie and Sinclair.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic about it.”

“I’m not really, and I can’t help wondering what Carrie is up to. These days, she always has a motive except this time I can’t figure it out.”

“Hmm.” He gently rubs along my back in soothing strokes. “Perhaps I should join you for lunch.”

I smile against him. “I’d love to see you at lunch.” I kiss his chest. “I’ll message you when and where.”

“I promise to be there.” He kisses the top of my head as I slowly drift off to sleep, secure in the warmth of his hands.

* * *

As I start to wake, I find that I’m secured against Michael’s chest as he carries me into the bathroom. I hear the slosh of water and startle as Michael starts to sit with me in his arms. The warm water comes up to my shoulders once he’s fully seated, and I certainly don’t miss the throbbing hardness that’s trapped between us.

He chuckles. “Ignore him for a while. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Hmm,” I snuggle my face into his neck. “I’m more than okay.” Straddling him, I wince, which he catches.

“That’s what I mean. It was your first time last night. We did it twice, and as you’ve already stated, I’m on the large side, so let me take care of you.”

He slips a soap-covered hand between my legs and gently strokes where I ache. I flinch at first but then his rhythm becomes arousing. It’s clear he knows it too, judging by the cocky smirk on his face.

It soon changes when I remove his hand and settle a lot closer to him, so close that his dick throbs against my belly. I move his hand over my bottom and whisper, “Keep stroking.”

His hands tremble. When I cover my hands in bubble and wrap them around his heavy shaft, he clenches me to him. “I’m going to come if you do that.”

“I want you to. I want you to come all over me.”

He growls and lifts me up and down so his shaft gets friction from my belly. I continue while his hands slip beneath me and he inserts a digit into my wet channel. “That feels good.” I grip his shoulders and rock into him. My eyes stay glued to the head of his shaft. Watching the bulbous head flare and seep with pre-come heats my arousal and nothing can stop the climax that rushes through me.

My eyes roll and I moan while I clutch Michael to me, his hips twitch and I feel his release as he squirts all over my belly and breasts.

He groans, throwing his head back the tendons in his neck pulse. So while he’s distracted in the thrall of orgasm, I reach between us and grab his cock. I pump my fist and watch as more creamy liquid shoots out, and more still. I stroke until there’s nothing left and when his gaze holds mine, I see surprise and exhaustion.

“You loved that?” Although I asked him the question, I certainly don’t expect an answer. “It was hot watching you come because of me.”

“I always come because of you.” He chuckles and, holding my bottom, he slides me toward his knees while his eyes rove over my chest. “I made a mess,” he comments.

“Mmm.” I run a finger through the semen and watch as his eyes darken and his cock sits up and takes notice. “But, I’m not sure I can have any part of you inside of me right now,” I admit, sadly.

Michael hugs me to him, and then, very carefully, proceeds to clean me with a soft sponge. “We need to behave for a few days while you heal.” He kisses between my breasts and then my lips. “I’ll be happy to just hold you in my bed. I’ll be even happier to hold you in my bed back in Lexington. That’s where I want to see you. I want to see you wearing one of my shirts and nothing else while you eat breakfast with me in my kitchen.” He cups my face in a tender caress. “I want to drink hot chocolate with you while we’re wrapped in blankets to keep warm on my veranda overlooking the lake.”

I exhale slowly while my belly fills with nerves. “That sounds—”

“Anyone here?”

Our heads turn toward the sound of Carrie’s angry voice before we look back at each other. “You stay here. I’ll get rid of her.” Michael’s face is filled with determination.

“What? No!” I stand on shaky legs and Michael helps me to keep my balance. “She isn’t seeing you without clothes.” I shake my head. “Like hell.” I quickly grab a large towel and wrap it around me. “You get dressed and come out. I’ll change then.”

Before he can catch me, I dash out of the bathroom, annoyed that she ruined a perfect moment between us.

Just in time, it would seem. “Those aren’t yours to look at,” I hiss.

“Ah,” she turns, letting Michael’s papers drift back to the table, “my little sister has claws.”

“I’m not in the mood for you right now, Carrie. You have no right coming in here without an invitation.”

“Father owns this villa.”

“And, Michael is staying here while he works. Which means you knock at the front door and wait for him to answer.” Seeing that she doesn’t care, I add, “I’m sure Dad will be telling you the same when I ask him for clarification later.”

Michael slips behind me and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “I have a meeting with your father later this morning, I’ll be sure to ask him to clarify for me on your behalf Carrie.”

Her face twists in anger.

“I’m going to get dressed. Did you actually want anything?” I ask.

“I wanted to remind you about the beach with Sinclair. Wondered if you’d forgotten.” She moves slowly toward the door, her gaze roaming over Michael.

I narrow my eyes. “No, I haven’t. It’s still early.” I raise a brow. “I’ll meet you up at the house in an hour. Sinclair should be awake by then.”

“Trying to get rid of me?” she asks, her eyes gleaming with some emotion that I can’t place.

Mine are probably showing just how irritated I am with her, which is why she’s prolonging this. Instead of playing her games, I throw my hands up in the air. “I’ll see you later.” I storm into Michael’s bedroom to grab my clothes. As I reach for my dress, I spy a shirt of Michael’s. Smiling to myself, I slip it on and only fasten a few buttons before I sit on the end of the bed and wait for him.