Deja’s back arched off the bed with the first swipe of Dixon’s wide tongue.

“Dixon,” she moaned as he held her legs apart. Her plans had flown out the window the moment his lips had touched hers. She had waited for this moment for the past year. She needed this man, and here he was with his head buried in between her thighs.

She cried out as his tongue circled her sensitive bundle of nerves. She thrust her hips toward his face, trying to ensure he could reach every facet of her pussy with his magical tongue. She could feel the moisture seep out of her as he worked her over.

Her breaths came fast as he sucked on her clit and slid a finger deep within her. Her muscles clenched on his finger as he thrust it in and out of her, while his mouth focused on her clit.

“You taste just like I remember.” His deep guttural growls turned her on even more. It was as if he had an animalistic side of him trying to come to the forefront. She remembered his growls of pleasure. Her core clenched with the thought. “So sweet. So wet. So…mine.”

“Dixon…God!” she groaned as he introduced another finger. In the back of her mind, she knew he was trying to ensure that she was prepped for his wide girth. She began to tremble from the sensations that rocked her body. Her skin prickled with the familiar feel of her orgasm approaching.

“Has anyone else tasted this sweet pussy since me?”

“No,” she gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy. His growl signaled his pleasure as he continued his feast between her legs. Of course there was no one else. She’d been pregnant, then busy working, while trying to take care of a three-month-old. Most men would shy away from a woman like her.

“Say my name again,” he growled against her pussy lips as she thrust her hips in rhythm, riding his face and hand.

“Dixon, please,” she gasped as she shook. Her body arched again as he twisted his fingers around, hitting a certain spot in her core that sent her almost flying off the bed.

“Please what?”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she spread her legs as wide as she could. He latched onto her clit and refused to let up.

“Make me come!” she cried out as her orgasm rocked through her. She flew into euphoric heaven as her orgasm stole all the breath from her body.

There had been no one else after him, and every orgasm she had were compliments of her own fingers or vibrator, and always to the memory of their last encounter.

If this was the only time she would get to have him again, she would take what she could get. She gripped his hair in her hand as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

She chanted his name as he pulled from her and crawled over her body, her legs falling apart to accommodate him.

His lips slammed onto hers in a brutal kiss as his cock slid home. She cried out from the feeling of being stretched by him. He paused, allowing her to get used to the slight burn of her pussy acclimating itself to his girth.

He growled low in her ear as he pulled back and slammed into her, hard.

“Dixon!” she cried out.

“Deja,” he moaned as his hips began to move fast and hard.

This was a year of sexual need built up for this man, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Her hips met his thrust for thrust as she wrapped her legs around him.

“Yes,” she groaned as he tore his lips from hers to trail hot kisses alongside her jaw and to the crook of her neck. She buried her fingers in his hair, trying to hold on for the ride as their bodies rocked together in the age-old dance.

Tonight, Dixon Blackburn was truly fucking her.

This wasn’t sweet love they were making. No, he was consuming her. Dixon was leaving his mark on her. No other’s would compare.

He rolled them on the bed, putting her on top of him. He was still buried deep within her.

“Ride me, Deja,” he ordered, his intense eyes locked on hers. His hands gripped her hips to help guide her. The new position allowed his cock to go even deeper.

“Yes,” she gasped, leaning forward to brace her hands over his head as she lifted her hips up. He guided her down on him as he thrust up inside of her. The feel of his thick cock slipping inside of her from this angle had her gasping for breath. She could feel the waves of her orgasm returning.

He quickened his pace, thrusting his cock deeper. He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked. A shudder passed through her body as he sucked on her aching breast.

“Oh my God. I’m going to come again.” Her body shook as her orgasm took over. She screamed as her core pulsated from the sensations of his length stretching her pussy walls.

He roared through his release, shooting his seed deep within her. He thrust a few more times as he filled her.

Her breaths came fast as she laid on his hard chest. She closed her eyes, knowing that this had been a beautiful mistake.

She’d lost track of time as they lied together, his semisoft length still buried deep inside of her. She didn’t want to move to dislodge him from her. They fit perfectly together.

His hand reached up and brushed her hair from her face.

“Are you okay?” he murmured. She opened her eyes and met his. She nodded, unable to speak. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would blurt out everything, and now was not the time to tell him that they had created a child together. “Stay with me tonight.”

She leaned back to look into the amber eyes that were identical to their son’s. Just like Augie, she could never refuse this man anything. She nodded her head.

A grin spread across his face as he flipped them over, somehow leaving them connected. She could feel him growing hard within her as he braced himself over her.

“Again?” she gasped in disbelief as he gripped her wrists and brought them over her head, causing her breasts to thrust out.

“Yes,” he growled, taking one of her mounds into his mouth. “Again and again, until neither of us can walk in the morning. And even then, one more time.”

Deja opened her eyes and cringed as the daylight flooded the room. She stared up at the ceiling, unable to believe that she had slept with Dixon again. She could see if, maybe, she had the excuse of being tipsy or drunk, but she hadn’t had a sip of alcohol since before she got pregnant.

Nope, it was all her fault.

She glanced over at the sleeping Dixon and felt a sharp stabbing pain in her chest. She knew he had some important meeting today. They didn’t do much talking last night. The sex between the two of them had been desperate, hard, and definitely fulfilling.

Deja could feel the soreness between her thighs. Dixon was a man who knew how to ensure a woman was pleased by the time she left his bed. She glanced over at the clock and felt her heart stop.

It was almost ten a.m., so she scrambled from the bed as quietly as she could and grabbed her clothes. She hopped into her jeans as quietly as she could. She didn’t know where her panties were, and didn’t have time to look for them. She was sure Sharon would be worried sick about her. She jogged around the suite and found her bra and shirt. She made her way back to the bedroom to hear the slight sounds of Dixon’s snores filling the air.

She bit her lip. She didn’t want to wake him. She didn’t want to explain at the moment that she had to rush off to the babysitter’s. Her eyes blurred with tears as she leaned her head against the doorjamb, unsure of what to do.

Should she tell him about Augie?

He said that he would be in town for a few more days. If he was truly interested in her, he knew where she worked. She turned and grabbed her coat and purse and walked out of his suite.