After a sexy shower where Krista let Brock gloat just a little, they shared a much more pleasant dinner than the previous night of leftover stir-fry and then watched television in companionable silence until Krista’s eyelids were droopy.

She was just drawing back the covers on the bed when Brock stalked in, pulled his shirt off and went to work on his jeans. Like a well-trained soldier, he tossed everything into the laundry hamper and put his watch down in the same place as always, followed by his phone and wallet. The man was nothing if not disciplined and a creature of habit. Everything had a place; everything had a purpose.

She’d been taken aback when she first moved in by just how clean he was, how spotless his house seemed. Curt had been a slob, so the military level of tidiness in Brock’s home was alarming. Though he’d quickly confided that it wasn’t all him. He had a housekeeper, Marlena, who came once a week to tidy and do the floors and bathrooms.

It didn’t mean Brock still wasn’t a bit of a neat freak who gave her the stink-eye when she set her water glass down on his oak coffee table without a coaster.

“I’m the boss tonight,” he said gruffly, dragging his side of the duvet down and sliding between the sheets. He hadn’t bothered with boxers, and she could already see his erection springing to virile life.

Her eyebrows flew up. “Is that so? Seems to me you were the boss earlier today. I think it’s my turn. If that’s what we’re doing here, switching?”

He shook his head. “Today was different. You were apologizing.”

“And last night? What were those six spanks?”

“You being insubordinate.”

She pushed herself up to full seated position and glared at him. “Insubordinate?”

He grunted again with a nod. “Rolling them baby blues at me like some cheeky Catholic school girl. Next time I’ll get out the yardstick.”

“What are you going to have me do, then?” she asked, being sure to add just enough sass to her tone to make his nostrils flare.

“You’re going to tell me all about your time with your Polish friend while I go down on you.” Then forgoing all customary acts of foreplay, not even a kiss, he slunk down the bed until he was positioned between her legs. An irritated and impatient scowl crossed his face as he pulled off her underwear, as if it was the most inconvenient and inconsiderate thing in the world for her to be wearing panties to bed.

“Now, what was her name?” He wasted no time in getting down to business and, using the entire surface area of his tongue, swept it up between her folds. She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes.

“Her name was Maja.”

“And how did you two come to be together?” he asked, managing to speak through his task.

She swallowed. “We, uh … we met in Panama, at a bus station. We decided to get a hostel together to save money.”

“And is that where you … ?”

“N-no … oh God, that feels good.” Knowing that she loved it when he rubbed her with his stubble, he started using his prickly chin against her clit, exploring her cleft with his fingers. Alternating the torture with nibbles and nips on her inner thighs. “Oh … God, yes.”

“When did the two of you finally hook up?”

“Not until a bit later … ” She shamelessly bucked up into his face. Her hands traveled along her own body and cupped her breasts, pulling and twisting the nipples just hard enough that the pain was exquisite but not overwhelming. “We decided to go to the San Blas Islands, and that’s where we first hooked up.”

“How did it happen?”

“We were at a beach party. Dancing and drinking in our bikinis. There were a couple of guys who had just shown up that day. We’d been there for a few days at this point … Oh God … these guys were Spanish, I think, and pretty aggressive compared to the rest of the friends we’d been meeting along the way. And they wouldn’t leave Maja alone. We stuck close together and as the night progressed started behaving more like a couple, just to get the guys to back off. We were dancing on the beach, and I’m not quite sure who kissed who first, but before I knew it, we were making out, our breasts knocking as our drinks sloshed into the sand.”

“And then what?”

She exhaled. “And then we found ourselves back in our bungalow. A tangle of limbs and lips and curious hands. We were only in our bathing suits to start, so it was easy enough to get naked. At first, we just kissed. She was a good kisser, a really good kisser. She had a tongue ring and it … ” Krista squeezed her eyes shut tight, envisioning Maja and her perky breasts and hourglass hips swaying toward her, licking her lips. She was stunning. Soft curves, light brown hair, bright blue eyes, absolutely gorgeous. “I think at first I was surprised that she found me attractive.” She went on. “I mean, she was supermodel beautiful, and I’m, well … ”

His head popped up. “You’re what?”

“I’m … me … ”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brock’s brows furrowed into a deep frown. Were they really going to do this now?

“I mean I know I’m not hideous or anything, but I’m no Maja. My hair is insane and uncooperative; my skin is near translucent; and I have more freckles than the beach has sand. Maja was perfect.”

He fixed her with a fierce and menacing glare. “I think you’re fucking perfect, and I don’t want to EVER hear you say anything self-deprecating again, you got that?” He grabbed her leg, pulled it up so her hip left the bed, and a firm hard smack came right down on her exposed butt cheek.

Krista yelped.

His eyes were like hot daggers, boring into her soul. “I wouldn’t have fucked your brains out four months ago and accidentally knocked you up if I didn’t think you were hot as hell. And I wouldn’t be continuing to fuck your brains out now if I still didn’t find you beautiful, so shut the fuck up.” And then he slid back down onto his stomach. “Continue with your story.”

Krista’s mouth just hung open. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, with such raw and heated passion. And to hear such things from Brock, a man who kept his feelings so closely guarded that one might suspect him a robot—if she hadn’t been already lying down, she would have been knocked flat on her ass.

His eyes flashed open, and a growl rumbled up from deep in his chest and buzzed on his lips. “Continue with the story, Krista.”

Licking her lips, she continued. “Uh … so we kissed for a while on the bed, and then the booze must have hit my system, because I got brazen and bold and let my hand trail down her body, exploring her plump folds, pumping and scissoring until she was panting and begging me for more. I’m not going to lie, it was a pretty big high knowing I could turn her on and get her off like that. I wanted to see if I could do more. I slowly sank down onto my stomach and licked her. I’d never been with a woman before, never stared a pussy in the face before, and it was equal parts exciting and terrifying. But I just did the things that I liked.”

“And what do you like?”

She glanced down her body at him and laughed. “Oh, you know what I like.”

His own chuckle made her heart sing. “Tell me anyway.”

“Long sweeping glides of the tongue up my folds, ending with a flick on my clit.” He did just that, and she dissolved further into the mattress. “Rhythmic and predictable circles until my clit begins to swell.” He followed suit, and she began to thrust into him again. “My fingers got curious, and I wanted to see what she felt like on the inside, so I slipped one in first and then another, stroking her walls, pumping and coaxing. It didn’t take long for her to come again.”

He opened one eye, and the brow rose with it. “Keep talking.”

“Well, after she came, we switched positions and she ate me out. And, well … it was great. She’d never been with a girl before, either, but she knew what she liked, and it did the trick. Little flutters of her tongue, long hard sucks, exploring and curious fingers pumping. It was weird at first to see a woman’s head bobbing up and down between my legs, but after a minute or two I closed my eyes and it really didn’t feel any different. If anything, she was a little gentler, and I liked that.” His assault eased up a bit, an attempt at gentle. A smile coasted across her face.

“And then we sixty-nined and got each other off again, finally falling asleep cuddled up naked on the bed to the sound of the crashing waves and wind in the palm trees.”

He didn’t say anything, so she figured she’d just keep talking.

“We enjoyed one another’s company and didn’t really feel like hooking up with too many dudes on the trip, so we just started sleeping together. We saw more of Panama, Costa Rica, Honduras, Nicaragua and Guatemala together. Then she headed home, and I went to Belize. That’s where I had the threesome.”

“And how was that?” He added another finger and started to really thrust. His tongue went to work lapping and circling her clit.

She was getting close. She could barely whisper out her story, he was making her so frantic.

“It was good. They’d never had one before, and I’d never had one before, so we were all nervous little noobs. They were married and on a second honeymoon, a bit older than me. Had left the kids with the grandparents for a week.”

“What did the three of you do?” His words sent a sweet buzzing vibration straight up through her core. She clenched her muscles around him, bucking up into his face. She was going to lose it soon. The man was a master at the craft of seduction.

“We, uh … B-Brock, I’m really close.”

“What did you do?”

Gnashing her molars together and silently cursing his name, she pushed all thoughts of an orgasm out of her head and focused on answering him. “Fine. I, uh … I ate her out while he fucked her. Then he ate me out while she sucked him off. Then he fucked me, then her, then me again, and then finally we ended in triangle where everyone was eating and being eaten. It was filthy and wrong and so much fucking fun.”

He twisted his fingers inside her pussy, drew his chin up along her clit, and she lost her ever-loving mind. An orgasm unlike any other, a force all its own, ripped through her body.

Krista bowed her back and opened her mouth, but no words came out, nothing but a squeak and a silent plea to the heavens. She willingly leapt off the cliff and let the orgasm take hold, eviscerating her body, her mind and moving on to her very soul.

He sat up, his weight shifting the bed as he slid off. “Good girl.”

Slinging one arm over her eyes, Krista melted like a popsicle in the sun, deeper into the mattress, her chest rising and falling in erratic breaths.

Did he just say, “Good girl”?

Removing her arm, she let one eye lazily peel open.

His smirk was smug and satisfied. “A little tired, are we?”

“Screw you,” she muttered, choosing to close her eye again rather than engage in a sassy argument over the fact that he’d just said “good girl,” like she was some labradoodle he was teaching to sit and roll over.

He growled. “You’re about to.” His knee dipped back into the mattress, and the feeling of his big body hovering over hers finally made her open her eyes again.

She pushed at his chest, but of course he didn’t budge. “No, no more. I can’t keep my eyes open. That was intense.”

He did a little pelvic swirl and positioned himself at her entrance. And of course, her damn body betrayed her, always willing and eager for more of Brock’s attention, and she spread her legs, lifting her hips to welcome him. “I’ll be quick. Your little confession was such a turn-on, I’ll be done in thirty seconds.”

She laughed as her arms drifted up to rest on his shoulders, her eyes closing sluggishly. His lips found hers and she wedged her tongue into his mouth, tasting her release and getting turned on by the thought of what he’d just done.

“Oh, all right,” she moaned, tugging on his bottom lip. “But make it snappy. I’m tired ... unless of course you’re willing to let me be the boss? Then I think I could find the energy to paddle your sweet ass for a bit.”

“Not a chance there, beautiful.” He chuckled.

“You’re a bossy fucker, you know that?” she said, bowing her back to welcome him.

“You love it … God, I love fucking you.” He grunted, lifted his hips and drove home.