Sin City Tryst

Kim Tiffany Luck be a lady tonight. A bachelorette weekend takes a steamy turn when full-figured Sara Fenyes unexpectedly encounters her secret crush in the city of sin. A self-proclaimed wallflower, Sara knows that when it comes to relationships, being alone is always a safe bet. Now if she could just remember that in the presence of a

certain sexy firefighter, who also happens to be the grooms best man. Ethan la Montagne has had it bad for sultry Sara for as long as he can recall, but he cant seem to keep her in one place long enough to tell her. A stag party in Vegas offers an opportunity to catch her unawares and raise the stakes on their catand-mouse game. When inhibitions fly out the window, Sara and Ethan generate enough heat to rival the brightest

lights on the Strip. But what happens afterward, when reality intrudes and misunderstandings tip the odds against their favor? Together they must decide if what happens in Vegas should stay in Vegas.

SIN CITY TRYST

Kim Tiffany

Chapter One
To the future Mrs. Sean Duke! Hear, hear! Glasses were raised to a chorus of squeals and raucous laughter. Sitting at a table full of plastered women smack in the center of Wolfgang Pucks at the MGM Grand, Sara Fenyes discreetly adjusted the overflowing cleavage in her snug velvet halter top before raising her glass and joining the toast. She smiled as she spotted her ebullient best friend at

the end of the table, decked out in a white sundress and a hot pink homemade sash with the words Bride-To-Be rhinestones. printed in

Angie stood and raised her martini glass, and the table quieted. Ladies, I just want to say that I dont know how I wouldve made it through these past six months without your support. She turned her gaze toward Sara and winked. I know I havent been the easiest bride-to-be, but you guys have been

amazing. Thanks again for sticking with me through thick and thin. Sara snorted and grinned at Angies choice of words. Thick and thin was right. The ordeal of finding bridal party dresses that looked equally fetching on Angies wasp-waisted relatives as well as Saras own solid size-eighteen figure had proven itself an insurmountable challenge. In the end, Angie had decided on a voluminous shirred pink gown with marabou accents for her

bridesmaids and maid of honor. While the frippery frock made the bridesmaids look positively ethereal, the poufy proportions made a complete mockery of Saras substantial curves, shorter legs and thick waist. It made her look and feel like a shrink-wrapped Hostess Snowball. But hey, she figured her best friend was only getting married once. It was the least she could do. Oooh, Sara, can I have a bite of that? asked Angies twenty-two-

year-old cousin Carolina from New York City. She was an aspiring model, and everyone called her Caro for short. She looked longingly over at the remnants of Saras butternut squash ravioli swimming in browned butter and fragrant sagefrom across the table and sighed. I havent had carbs in, like, forever. Sure, help yourself, Sara replied, pushing the plate toward her. She watched in amusement as the alarmingly slender girl took a

single, infinitesimal bite of pasta and savored it with her eyes closed. She shook her head and sat back with a sigh. Oh my gawd, that is so decadent. But so many calories You have no idea how lucky you are that you can eat that whenever you want. Sara raised her eyebrows a little at Caros comment but remained silent. The vapid young woman had been taking random pot-shots at her size for the past two weeks and

Sara had almost grown immune to it. Shed been told all her life that she was a thicker version of her paternal Hungarian grandmother, who was now in her seventies and still zaftig and beautiful in Saras opinion. She took considerable personal pride in the comparison. What was the point in eschewing bread baskets in restaurants for the rest of her life just to satisfy irritable, self-absorbed carb-Nazis like Caro? She eyed the dry mesclun greens

on her dinner companions plate with a grimace. They needed a healthy dose of olive oil, lemon and garlic to make it good and palatable in her book. Sara didnt believe in depriving herself of good food when it was a special occasion such as this. Without a word, she yanked her plate back and popped another luscious, buttery bite of ravioli into her mouth, chewing slowly and enjoying the firm texture of the pasta. Bliss. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Angie

waving at her madly, trying to get her attention. Mouth full, Sara cocked her head and shot her a questioning look. Behind you, Angie mouthed back at her, waggling her eyebrows. Frowning, Sara turned to peruse the crowds of people occupying the casino floor and nearly choked. Shit! What the hell was he doing here? Bachelor parties and bachelorette parties werent supposed to rendezvous in Vegas!

Sean! Baby! Over here! Angie called out. She jumped up and the lights on her sash began blinking wildly, and several people around them laughed and started clapping. Sara watched a tall, ruggedly handsome blond man separate himself from the small posse he was with and make a beeline toward his fiance. Sean Duke, better known as the groom, made his living as a firefighter, and with every step women swooned at the sight of his bulging biceps and

chiseled good looks. He was Angies rock, a thoughtful and authoritative partner, the perfect foil for her innate flightiness. Regretfully, his imposing bodaciousness was the furthest thing from Saras mind at present. Focusing all of her attention on the dregs of butter left on her plate, she tried hard not to stare at one particular dark-haired, whipcordlean, golden-eyed stud who brought up the rear of the devastatingly good-looking group.

Ethan la Montagne was Seans best man and fellow firefighter at Station 54. He was also the topbilled star of every masturbatory dream that Sara had indulged in for the past two years. He was a bonafide sex-godbronzed, broadshouldered and soft-spoken, with tousled dark curls and a set of lethal bedroom eyes in a shade of hotbuttered hazel. Just a glimpse of his sexy mug never failed to send her thighs a-clenching and she inevitably spent the rest of the day

shifting uncomfortably at her work desk entertaining kinky thoughts that involved tying him down and molesting him within an inch of his life. Given her close connection to Angie and Sean at the firehouse, the four of them had dinner together a couple of times a week at their apartment, which was the highlight of her social calendar if Sara was completely honest with herself. Over time she had discovered that Ethan was not only

delectable eye candy, but funny and kind and a great listener to boot. Day after day her attraction had grown, to the point where she positively ached to touch him whenever they were in close proximity. Across countless dinner tables shed imagined tasting his smiling mouth and running her fingers through his unruly curls. At night her fantasies took a decidedly erotic turn as she imagined his huge, hungry, blunt-tipped hands stroking and kneading her entire

body before dragging her thighs apart and plunging his steel-corded cock deep inside her cunt. Yum. Sara generally appreciated the fact that her plus-size body was strong, healthy and capable of vigorous physical activity. But she wasnt immune to the fact that she was the largest woman sitting at that table. Ethans rough-hewn good looks and quiet intensity intimidated the hell out of her and she seriously doubted that she could ever trump up enough

courage to come right out and tell him how she felt. She just wasnt in the same league. In her experience, opposites didnt attract, and she and Ethan were about as far apart on the sex-appeal meter as two people could get. Sure, shed dated a few guys, but none of the men had ever seemed particularly enthused about her substantial curves, which had made for some pretty boring, vanilla experiences in the bedroom. She couldnt help but feel homely and self-conscious

around him now, and she sensed the devastating impact that a single dismissive glance from him could have on her threadbare ego. Shit, even a lot of the overweight guys shed gone out with had preferred twiggy little androgynous bodies to her own, and a few had made no qualms about telling her so. So why the heck would someone like Ethan, Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Do-Me personified, want to dabble with the likes of her when he could

easily have his pick? Sara had worked too hard to cultivate her friendship with Ethan to muck it up by admitting her unrequited attraction to him. It compelled her to strive even harder to mask her true feelings for him. Being privy to the inner workings of her personal life, Angie was of course aware of her unrequited lust, but understood Saras reasons for wanting to keep him in the dark. It was a big girls prerogative, after all, to protect her

fragile pride against inevitable rejection when it came to the opposite sex. The last thing Sara wanted was to lose his company entirely simply because he felt awkward about not being able to return her feelings. Shed settle for what she could get and be satisfied with that. At the opposite end of the table, Sean swept Angie into his beefy arms for a brief but searing kiss, taking her seat and plopping her down on his massive lap. He

nuzzled his fiances neck and nodded at the table in general. Ladies, he acknowledged with a wide smile. Hi Sean, they all chorused back, shifting around to make room for the men. Hope yall dont mind us crashing the party. I just couldnt stay away from my girl, said Sean, toying with the end of Angies ponytail as she looked up at him lovingly from her perch on his lap. There was a collective round of

mingled groans, sighs and giggles, and Sara found herself grinning along with the table. They were so bleepin in love and adorable that people couldnt help but feel good around them. Hey, Sara. A true smile bloomed on her face as she savored the sound of Ethans deep, resonant voice. He crouched beside her at almost eyelevel, gracing her with the full effect of his handsome features. He always smelled so good, like

toasted almonds and spicy aftershave. Sara squelched the urge to bury her nose in the tempting little niche where the corded muscles of his shoulder met his thick, strong collarbone Grabbing her water goblet, she downed it gratefully before answering. Ethan! Howve you been? Ive been good. His voice licked across her nerves and she quivered like a taut bow. You look great, he murmured, his warm

gaze caressing her from head to toe, pausing appreciatively at the intricate and clingy velvet top before meeting her wide-eyed gaze. I really like your hair like this. He swept a light hand over her wavy dark-brown locks, which she had left loose and swinging against her shoulders that evening instead of gathered in its usual messy coil at the nape of her neck. Before she could think of a reply, he tucked a few of the rogue ringlets behind her ear, briefly skimming the

sensitive skin along her jaw. She tried not to purr like a cat being stroked. God, she had it bad. Thanks, she said with a flustered smile, trying to ignore his distracting touch. Wanna sit down? I thought youd never ask. Theres a seat right here, Ethan. Caros sugary-sweet voice carried over the din. Oh, Ill bet there is, Sara thought with a scowl. She bit her lip as she watched Caro pat the wooden

bench beside her and peer up at Ethan from under her long, undoubtedly false lashes. Its kind of tight, but if we work it right you can slip right in. Caros voice dripped with obvious innuendo. Sara gawked at Caro in mild disbelief. To think that shed shared her pasta with the wench! She knew Ethan wouldnt refuse the offer. Their table was full and Sara couldnt hope to share her own bench with him on account of her own resolutely wide hips and

derriere. She watched with what she hoped was a neutral expression as Ethan slipped into the seat right across from her beside Caro, who leaned into him with a coy smile. Wow! I had no idea wed be meeting up with you guys. Are you coming with us to the club later? She shook her long blonde tresses about as she spoke, reminding Sara of a beautiful, sleek Afghan hound she saw once on a televised dog show. Um, no, Ethan said with

raised eyebrows as Caro gave him the full come-hither stare that Sara knew made lesser men melt into a puddle of goo. We wouldnt want to cramp your style, after all. The fellas and I have other plans at the other end of the Strip. As he spoke, Sara watched him frown and pull a long strand of blonde hair away from the front of his dark knit shirt. She snorted with suppressed laughter, and Ethan caught her eye and winked. Caro made a mock moue as she

rested her perfectly coiffed head against one brawny shoulder, looking up at Ethan coquettishly. Thats a shame. I really wanted to see your moves. Sara felt her smile fade and she averted her eyes. But it was too late. The image had already been indelibly burned into her brain. She was loath to admit it, but they made a striking couple. The sight of Caro flirting with Ethan while encased in a miniscule white strapless mini-dress that could have

easily doubled as a leg warmer on Sara made her feel exceptionally enormous and unwieldy in comparison. Like a friggin continental landmass beside a lacy, delicate archipelago. She silently chastised herself for caring. So what if Ethan seemed a tad too appreciative of Caros waifish frame, rail thin and narrow from stem to stern? That was fine with her. She had her own miniarsenal of sex toys to help take care

of things whenever she hit a dry spell. And the past two years had been a very long drought indeed. She thought about the new vibrator and remote that she had tossed into her evening bag earlier that evening while she had been getting dressed. Their group had made plans to visit a male strip club later that evening off-Strip and thought that it would be great fun to make Angie dance around with a bright pink dildo up on stage. But as Sara watched the play of

mouthwatering muscles in Ethans forearms as he engaged in small talk with her arch nemesis, she suddenly felt the need for some very personal relief of her own. The strip clubs were lousy with cocks. Surely Angie wouldnt begrudge her the one that was safely stashed in her purse. She pushed her chair back decisively. Excuse me a minute, you guys, she murmured in a low voice, not really expecting anyone to have heard her. She was

surprised when Ethan instantly made to rise as well, but she waved him back down. No, no, dont get up, she said. Im just going to freshen up. Be back in a jiff. Sara reached for her sequined clutch and shoved it under her arm before making a beeline toward the nearest ladies room across the crowded casino. Sara! She continued to pick her way across the floor as she navigated the crowds in her tall wedges.

Sara, wait! Dammit, will you stop? Sara jerked to a halt at the sound of her name being called. She turned and almost swallowed her tongue when she found herself almost at eye level with Ethans bronzed throat. Hed been running after her. Ethan? Whats up? Turn around. His low voice sounded a bit strained, and she frowned up at him.

Huh? Whats wrong? Sara yelped as he grasped her firmly by the elbow and steered them toward a narrow alcove in the casino wall next to a set of house phones. Sara looked over her shoulder in confusion. Ethan? Stop! What the hell are you doing? She twisted against his hard hands, growing alarmed. Jesus, Sara. Turn around. Trust me on this, please. She detected mirth in his tone and cautiously did as he bade. She

stiffened in shock as he pressed his huge chest against her back and one hand snaked around to anchor itself against the soft swell of her stomach. Ack, she thought, finding herself surrounded by the inviting heat of Ethans tall, rangy body and thick arms. His warm, musky scent tickled her senses as she tried sucking her stomach in. She felt the contents of her purse shift and something long and cylindrical settled back into place under her

arm. With a growing sense of dread, she realized why Ethan had jumped up after her so fast. The large mushroom-shaped head of her pink, sparkly dildo had been poking out the side of her stylish narrow clutch the entire time, and Ethan had prevented it from tumbling out on the busy casino floor for the world to see. Even without a mirror Sara knew that her face was the same color as the offending object that now lay snug and secure against her armpit.

How appropriate, since she felt an overwhelming need to shove her own face somewhere dark and rank. She stood in the loose cradle of his arms and felt Ethan shudder with suppressed laughter. Wow, he rumbled over her shoulder in a low voice meant for their ears only. Looks like you had a hell of a night planned for yourself. Ack! Sara wanted to howl in embarrassment and was annoyed to feel the slight prick of tears behind

her lids. She wished that she could toss a snappy comeback over her shoulder and sashay away with a wink and a smile, to act as if it was within her rights to be in possession of a very large and decorative sex toy in public. But she wasnt that type of girl. What she wanted to do was dive back under the table theyd just vacated. The most beautiful man shed ever clapped eyes on had just witnessed what consisted of a sizzling evening for chubby ol Sara

Fenyes in Sin City. Nine inches of sparkly, medicalgrade silicone. Mortification cover it. didnt begin to

Chapter Two
Its not mine, she burbled over her shoulder. Its for Angie! Really? he drawled. From what I could tell, that thing would put Sean to shame. Ethan couldnt help but grin as Saras ears and cheeks turned crimson under his regard. She was so damn adorable, and if he was completely honest, he loved how he could unsettle her so easily. Hed noticed how she tried to hide her reaction when hed

stroked her hair earlier, and was both elated and relieved. The woman was one hard-headed cookie. She always managed to find some way to keep him at arms length back in the city. His attempts to get her alone on several occasions more often than not ended up being some sort of group outing with Angie and Sean at the helm. Ethan was eager to explore the depths of this instant and, he felt certain, mutual attraction that

existed between him and Sara, without the interference of his best friend and his future wife. They all thought he was such a player, but the truth was Ethan had been a goner the minute hed been introduced to Sara at Angies engagement party about a year ago. Of course, he was aware that there were some physical hang-ups that they had to work through first. Her everyday clothes hid rather than accentuated her figure, and she was woefully oblivious to male

advances. Her everyday body language fairly screamed for guys to keep their distance. Which was damn near impossible, because the body itself Hoo-boy. It was mouthwateringly curvaceous and soft, built big and lush the way Ethan liked. The exaggerated hourglass proportions of her breasts and ass, along with that sassy-sweet mouth and those huge dark eyes, had him down for the count the first time hed met her. The snug

velvet top she was wearing tonight was shredding his self-control by the minute, hugging and molding her sweetly scented opulent curves like a lovers hands. Like his hands would be by the end of the night. Shit. Ethan couldnt remember the last time he was around Sara and didnt feel the overpowering need to pin her to the nearest wall, strip her down and suck her off as if she were a ripe mango. But what drew him even more was the way she looked at him when she

thought he wasnt looking. It was full of longing and heat and an unadulterated appreciation that made him feel ten feet tall and downright penitent at the same time. She was warm and kind and funny, and one of the most perceptive and empathetic people he knew. Her gift was making people feel good about themselves, which no doubt served her well in her career as an elementary school teacher and was why it was ironic

that she deliberately kept herself from seeing what was right in front of her. Ethan had never made his keen interest in her a secret, and yet she still seemed wary of his advances. He knew without conceit that she took pleasure in his touch her own involuntary responses were enough to assure him of that. But she froze whenever he tried to take it any further. Sara might not know it, but she was one mean cock-tease. When Ethan had agreed to join

Sean on his stag weekend in Vegas, he had no idea that his walking wet dream would be within his scope. Now that he had the sexy yet elusive package in his grasp, he wasnt about to let go anytime soon. He slid both his hands around to Saras waist and cradled her closer until he had her temptingly full bottom nestled against his groin, which was heavy and hard with need ever since he saw her sitting at the end of the table back at the

caf. So, what else did you ladies have planned this evening? he said, keeping his tone conversational. He never looked a gift horse in the mouth. She was right where he wanted her, and he was going to do everything he could tonight to break down her emotional barriers, starting with this ridiculous notion of hers that they were nothing more than platonic friends. Wide-eyed and unsure, she turned to glance up at him over her

shoulder again and he saw her swallow hard before answering. Just bachelorette stuff. Yknow, male strippers, pay-per-view, room servicethat sort of thing. Sounds like fun. He settled his face into the curve of her gardeniascented throat and felt out the rapid flutter of her pulse. And the, uh, prop in your purse? Ethan nudged the clutch beneath her arm for emphasis. How come you were running off in such a hurry? Um, no reason. I-I was

Saras low voice trailed off as he skimmed her hips and his fingers lightly teased the crease at the top of her thighs over her skirt, causing her to reflexively press her generous backside harder against his groin. Restroom! she squeaked. II had to use the restroom. I see. He chuckled knowingly, letting her know without a shadow of a doubt that he wasnt fooled for a second. Ethan watched in fascination as the blush climbed

higher along her throat and cheeks and his grin faded. He conjured the image of Sara pleasuring herself atop a counter with the large pink toy, running its vibrating mushroom head over her tits before plunging it deep into her shiny, shivering cunt. It made his jaw clench and his cock strain against his fly with renewed vigor. What he wouldnt give to have her twisting and arching underneath him while he took her hard and fast, soft and slow, and everything

in between. You should wear your hair like this all the time, he managed to choke out, shiny curl cheek and bare right beautiful. touching a finger to a near the curve of her trying not to strip her then and there. Its

Thank you. Her voice swept over him, low and husky and a touch breathless. Jesus, everything this woman said reminded him of sex, from her shy greetings to her robust

laughter. She couldve made millions as a phone-sex operator. She turned abruptly in his arms and sniffed around his lips, giving Ethan an instant head rush from the feel of her mouthwatering breasts pressing up against his torso. He lifted an inquiring eyebrow at her. Um, are you drunk, by any chance? Sara asked. He shook his head in response and saw surprise, followed by hopeful longing, reflected in her large, limpid eyes.

It was all the encouragement he needed. I havent had a drop, he assured her as he lowered his head. He ran his lips over her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and forehead, all the while smoothing his big hands up and down her back and over hips. Saras arms curled around his neck, her full breasts nestled like plump birds against him, while the prominent ridge of his erection abraded the tender notch between her thighs.

Ethan felt her nipples stab eagerly through the thin layer of velvet into his chest. He wished that they were anywhere but a casino floor so that he could openly fondle and pinch those tender rivets of flesh until she screamed out in pleasure. Ethan, wait I dont understand, Sara murmured distractedly. Whaahhhwhat are we doing? she moaned, rubbing her breasts harder against his clenching pectorals.

Ethan thought his head might explode with the effort it took not to tear her clothing off right then and there. He set his teeth against the feel of Saras soft curves and tried to remember that they were still in public. This was not the time and place to let her know how long hed been hoping for this exact scenarioher, hot and bothered and in his arms. But she chose that moment to turn those big bourbonbrown eyes his way and give a little helpless moan as her nipples

continued to make pass after scorching pass against his chest. Entranced, Ethan lowered his head and captured her parted lips in a deep, possessive kiss, one that told her without words exactly where they were headed tonight. Her lips were full and lush, just like the rest of her, and parted with ease to allow his tongue to parry with hers. Ethan rubbed his tongue silkily against hers as he palmed her bottom with insistent hands, and growled in satisfaction when she

gasped and pumped her hips against him uncontrollably. He knew she would be responsive, but thisdamn, she felt like heaven, and he felt as if hed hit the jackpot. He ended the kiss by degrees, to savor the heady taste of her and to bring her back down gently. His hands slid back up to her waist, and he opened his eyes to catch her soft, bewildered gaze staring back at him. Whats to understand? he asked in a strained voice. I want

you, Sara. Sara blinked at the simple declarative statement. You want me she repeated back, wooden. She blinked and frowned in confusion. Like, w a n t me, want me? The incredulousness was apparent in her voice, and it set him instantly on edge. He crushed her lips beneath his in another hungry, punishing kiss. Saras head fell back, and she parted her lips unresistingly.

The heady taste of her went straight to his head and Ethan growled with pleasure, delving deeper into the soft recesses of her mouth with his tongue. When he managed after long moments to lift his head, they were both panting like wolfhounds. Ethan nipped her pouting lower lip and suckled the small sting away, resting his damp forehead against hers. From this angle, his eyes pierced hers in reproach. Why is that so unbelievable?

Yes, I want you, like a man wants a woman. Ive never made a point of hiding it, he said with a small shake of his head. But you keep running away from me. Not weakly. true, she protested

Oh, its true all right, he countered, pressing small, nibbling kisses against her jawline. Dinner was a perfect example. All I wanted was to be with youand you actually abandoned me to that airhead Caro. Ugh. He shuddered

in distaste. Oh, she said quietly. But I thought we were just friends. Why would you be interested in me, anyway? Im hardly your type Bullshit. He gave her a slight shake and looked hard into her eyes. Ive never made a secret of the way I feel about you, but you keep making Sean and Angie run interference every time it gets interesting. Sara blushed and ducked her head guiltily, and he took the opportunity to sink his

face into the fragrant mass of wild brown curls near her ear. Well, Im done dancing around the topic, sweetheart. Come up to my room with me, right now, tonight, he coaxed in a sensual tone. I promise to show you exactly what my type is. He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and curling around hers in an incendiary caress. Ethan, wait, she murmured against his insistent mouth, sighing at the loss of him. He looked down

at her, but she couldnt seem to hold his gaze. She was embarrassed about something, judging by the sudden flush that suffused the crests of her cheeks. What is it, baby? he asked, his body humming at the sight of her gorgeous eyes already at half-mast. He patiently waited as she smoothed her damp palms against his thundering chest and shook her head a little as though to clear it. The thing is, I want you, too. Butfirst, I should warn you that

ImIm not Sara blew out an impatient breath out and licked her lips nervously before continuing. We both know that ImIm a big girl. Ethan frowned as he watched her grimace and try again. Bigger, I mean. Maybe bigger than a guy like you is used to. She practically whispered that last bit. The silence stretched between them, and so she cleared her throat and continued. I mean, Angie and Caroline, theyretheyre so She shook her head and gestured with

her hands, pantomiming their stickstraight figures. And ImIm notIm kind of Her hands fell to her sides as she shrugged helplessly. I guess I dont want you to be disappointed. Ethans eyes narrowed in equal parts anger and disbelief as he stared down at the tousled crown of her head. Disappointed? How could she possibly think he would be disappointed with her? She was fucking incredible. More than a handful, certainly, but he thought

her plush curves were wickedly alluring and made him itch to stroke her all over. He grabbed and lifted her against him in response so that she had no other choice but to look him in the eye. For a moment he drank in the sight of her looking beautifully startled, lips swollen from their shared kisses, flushed creamy skin, and her lustrous hair all in disarray. The hopeful glow in her large doe-like brown eyes, however, was what made his heart clench. They were

aroused and beseeching at the same time. He ground his prominent erection against the soft, welcoming notch between her legs before claiming her mouth again in a quick, hard kiss. Sara moaned against his lips, and Ethan relished the tremors that racked her body as he hungrily palmed and kneaded her full bottom in both his hands through the thin material of her skirt. You idiot, he murmured as he bit her earlobe none-too-gently

and angled his body to tuck them further into the recesses of the small alcove. You could never disappoint me. Never. Youre already sexier than anyone has a right to be, and I want you so bad that I am dangerously close to taking you right here and now. He tasted the skin at the base of her throat and grunted in approval as she tangled her fingers into the dark curls at the nape of his neck. He molded and cupped her even tighter against his raging erection

and returned his molten gaze to hers, his lips mere inches away from hers. But its your call, sweetness. Tell me, whats it going to be? Will you spend the night with me? Ethan watched the varied emotions flashing across her guileless eyes, too fleeting for him to decipher, and he growled deep in his chest at the sight of her tongue stealing out briefly to moisten her lips. He lowered his head to take possession of that lush,

sinful mouth once more, tasting her deeply and clutching her hips hard against his. Sara mewled against his marauding mouth and continued to cling to his neck like a limpet. Higher brain functioning had escaped her for the moment. If her ears werent playing tricks on her, Ethan wanted her to spend the night with him. He wanted to have mindblowing sex with her. Her. Not some nameless,

faceless Botox Barbie, but her. And damn did she want to get it on with him. Never in a million years did she think that she would ever have the opportunity to sleep with Ethan, and now her mind and other neglected parts of her body clamored for her to say yes, yes, yes! Even if that meant he would see her. All of her. And there was a lot of her to see. Some of her rampant lust cooled at the errant thought, and she tore

her throbbing lips away and looked up at the man holding her. The protest died on her lips as she gazed into his eyes, which were glittering, needy orbs that translated heat and desireand not an ounce of pity. Saras senses swam with anticipation and growing eagerness. All of a sudden she didnt give a damn that it was a pink plastic dildo that had landed her in this situation. All that was important was that Ethan wanted

her, and she wanted him. Carpe diem, girl. When are you going to have a chance like this again? she thought hazily as his firm lips plucked against her throat, causing her to arch into his caress like a cat. What she lacked in experience, she would make up for in enthusiasm. She would do everything she could think of to make sure that Ethan enjoyed himself tonightshe planned to give him as much pleasure as she could, and he would not regret this torrid little interlude

if it was the last thing she did. She reached up and stroked Ethans hair back and drew a deep breath. Lets get naked, she said, an eager but nervous grin tugging the corners of her lips.

Chapter Three
Hallelujah, Ethan thought as he grabbed her hand and pdragged her after him. He didnt want to give her an opportunity to change her mind. She had to run slightly to keep up with him as he steered them with single-minded purpose toward the elevators, which were difficult to find in the labyrinthine casino. He heard her giggle at his eagerness, and he grinned back even as his cock strained against the

confines of his pants. After what felt like a fucking eternity, he ushered her into the elevator car and the doors closed behind them. He dragged Saras yielding form hard against his and kissed her with renewed hunger, groaning with pleasure when her tongue tangled with his in a welcoming dance. Realizing then that there was no way he was going to make it to the fiftieth floor without more than a taste of her, he pressed her against the rear wall

and looked into her beautiful, eager face. Trust me? he asked, his voice rough with need. Saras eyes widened questioningly, but she nodded. Ethan crowded her against a corner of the elevator car, yanking her skirt over her hips while at the same time covering her mouth with his. She gasped in protest against his lips as she tried to cover herself with her hands, but Ethan wouldnt have any of that. Without pause, he slipped a steely thigh between hers

and flexed strongly against her sodden panties, grinding into her pussy lips. Saras head fell backward with an audible thunk as she tore her lips away from his, her throbbing moan filling the car. Her hips pumped against his leg on their own accord as her hands plucked against his shoulders and clothes, her body taut with desire, her hands clutching at his backside feverishly. Ethan wanted to crow in victory as he relished her husky cries of

pleasure. He remained mindful of the elevators ascent, however. He looked up and saw they had forty floors to go. Time to get to business. He slipped to his knees before her and hooked one leg at the knee over his shoulder for the best angle. Sara gasped and looked down at him in shock. Ethan, wait! What are you doing? Stop, you dont have to Oh, I want to, baby, he assured her vehemently. I fucking need to.

Ethan, dont Ooohhh! Her sharp, broken cry as he placed a hot open-mouthed kiss right atop her soaked crotch bounced around the small enclosure, causing his dick to pulse in response. Oh my God! Oh God, Ethan! Ethan smiled in triumph against the soaked satin of her panties but didnt let up his assault. Later, he promised himself. Later, he would do it properly, lick up all the slick, fragrant juices that coated Saras thighs and pussy behind the scrap

of fabric, but for now he was going straight for the gold. Judging from the dampness, shed been aroused for a while. It wouldnt do to keep his woman waiting. Curling his tongue around the pouting kernel of her clit through the thin material, he sucked hard and dug his fingers into Saras undulating hips as her cries grew more desperate and strained. Twenty floors to go, he thought as he slipped his thumbs underneath her panties and massaged her moist pussy lips

in counterpoint to his merciless sucking. Ethan! Ethan! Oh myoh god! Sara panted as she scrabbled against the smooth elevator walls. He had her trembling leg open high and wide, and Ethan reveled in the sensation of her fingers tunneling into his scalp as he voraciously ate at her through the sheer material, each strong, steady suck on her clit causing her hips to thrash and pump against his face. Fuck, baby, you taste so good,

Ethan murmured against her slick flesh. She cried out sharply against the vibration and was rewarded with another biting suck on her over-sensitized clit. I want you to come hard, right now, against my mouth, baby. Do it. Trust me. He punctuated the entreaty by hooking her panties out of the way with his finger and clamping his mouth over her wildly pulsing clit and flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. The car reverberated with the sounds of Saras harsh sobs and entreaties for

more, and Ethan tried to tamp down the animalistic urge to flip her onto all fours and take her right there. This was for her, he reminded himself, willing his dick not to explode. He would see to her pleasure first. He scraped his teeth not-so-gently over the tender bud before sucking it deep into his mouth, at the same time sliding in two long, thick, blunt-tipped fingers past the scrap of her panties and deep into her clenching cunt and pressing resolutely upward.

That was all it took. Sara howled and reached out blindly as her hips snapped and pumped against his face. Ethan groaned as her liquid desire gushed all over his lips and fingers, coating the tender flesh between her thighs. Her orgasm went on and on, causing her to shake like a leaf in the throes of a windstorm, and Ethan quickly swept her up in his arms so that she wouldnt hit the ground in a heap. He watched, entranced, as Sara mewled with each aftershock,

knowing that as long as he lived he would never see anything more riveting than the sight of her beautiful face crumpled in pleasure. Noting that they were about to reach their destination, Ethan yanked Saras skirt down so that her ass was decently covered once more before coming to his feet and pulling her close into his embrace. She buried her damp face against his shoulder for a moment before lifting her face to him. Wow, she gasped into the

chambray, still trembling from the aftermath. And that was only a preview? Ethan grunted in affirmation and licked his lips. She reached up with shaky hands to wipe the dampness that still clung to his mouth and chin. He caught them with his mouth and sucked on them languorously before releasing them with a pop, and she rewarded him with a bright blush that made him ache to see how much of her would take on that fetching hue.

When the doors of the elevator slid open with a soft ding onto the fiftieth floor, Ethan swept her quivering form up in his arms and down the hall toward his room without preamble. She felt damn good in his arms, soft and warm and rounded. Room keys in my back pocket, babe, he murmured in her ear. I could use a hand, if you dont mind. Sara blinked up at him from behind her tousled bangs and cringed. Wait, put me down. Im

way too heavy for you to be carrying around like this. Ethan paused in the middle of the hallway and caught her lips in another punishing kiss, nipping her bottom lip in consternation and causing her to gasp in surprise. Stop that now, he growled. You are not too heavy, you are perfect. Now shut up and get that key out of my pocket, or Ill finish what I started in the elevator here in this hallway. Her eyes widened at that, and Ethan bit back a grin as

she reached around to fish the plastic key out of his back pocket. She hurriedly stuck the key in the door and pushed the knob. Ethan shouldered his way into the room, padding across the carpeted expanse and settling her on the edge of the wide, soft bed. His hands immediately got busy with his belt buckle and he pulled impatiently at the snaps of his shirt before just dragging it over his head and tossing it aside. Bare now to his waist, Ethan knelt between Saras

soft, full thighs and slid his large hands under her still-clothed hips, silently urging her to scoot back and lie on the bed so that he could rid her of her garments and explore her further. Are you on anything, sweetheart? Or would you rather I took care of things? he huffed between open-mouthed kisses to her rounded belly. He drew back from the lack of response and tried to quell the tidal wave of need that swamped him at the sight of Sara

looking pink and befuddled and ravished. She gave him a blank stare for a moment before understanding dawned on her. Im on the Pill, she reassured him, reaching for him. I havent been with anyone in a while, and I get tested regularly, he managed to inject, crowding close enough between her spread thighs to feel the tantalizing heat emanating from her vulnerable core. I wanted you to know that youre safe with me. Im clean and

healthy. Good to know, she managed to utter before he captured her lips again in a fiery kiss. Their tongues tangled as they strained to get closer, his talented fingers slipping beneath her bra and cupping her breasts in his large, workroughened hands. He swallowed her mewls of pleasure as he continued to palm and squeeze the orbs of flesh, swollen-tipped with jutting deep-rose nipples. As he plied them with his fingers, Ethan

sensed the tension in her frame, the rhythmic thrashing of her hips, as though building up toward another release. His suspicions were confirmed when Sara tore her mouth from his and uttered a raspy cry when he gently pinched and tugged at one of the rosy nubbins. S-sensitive, she hissed, before arching her back and locking her hands around Ethans neck as though to prevent him from pulling away. Ethan couldve told her that it wasnt necessary. He was lost in

the taste of Sara, her flavor was candy-sweet, addicting, and he craved more of her. How sensitive? Can you take this? He lowered his head to one breast and caught the nipple gently between his teeth, running his tongue over the crown and darker aureole before pulling it deep into his mouth. Sara moaned, but only clutched his head tighter against her. No more, cant! Ethan, please! Or maybe this? Ethan firmly

pressed her into the bedspread with his torso while with one hand he sought the soft, wet thatch of hair behind her soaked silk panties and then slid lower. Without pause, he sent two thick digits deep into Saras slick, swollen channel and pressed his thumb unerringly against her still-pouting clit. He strummed the throbbing button in counterpoint to his suckling at her breasts. Saras eyes fell closed as she thrashed her head from side to side

and whimpered in delirium, but Ethan kept his eyes trained on her in order to absorb every detail. He watched, entranced, as she arched to meet each thrust of his fingers and reveled in the sound of her throaty cries and the scent of her arousal. He could tell she was close, so very close With a growl, he grasped her clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it, quickly sealing her mouth with his to swallow her shocked screams as the

orgasm crashed over her and her hips pumped convulsively against him, almost knocking him over. Ethan thought of Arctic winters and hoarfrost as he fought his own completion, fighting down the urge to open her wide and plunge into her. Hed already gone over the deep end by mauling her in the elevator like a drooling lout. He would make it up to her, though. Ethan planned to make a long, leisurely meal out of his Sara tonight, and by the time he was

through, she would know without a doubt how he felt and whom she belonged with.

Chapter Four
In the brief lassitude that followed, Sara tried to get her heart to stop racing as she lifted her head to stare into Ethans heated, hungry gaze. God, that was incredible, she gasped between breaths. Ethans response was a very wide, very male smile as he looked down at her. Her pussy was throbbing pleasurably, and her skin

felt hot and tight. Her eyes skimmed over his broad shoulders and avidly caressed the prominent bulge below his buckle. She licked her lips in anticipation. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught their reflection in the large flat-screen televisionand she was suddenly swamped with delayed apprehension. Did he find her belly too soft, too jiggly? He was so hard-muscled and fit. Would the dark make it more palatable for him? Its not like

he hasnt seen most of your charms already, kid, she reminded herself as she replayed the conflagration in the elevator. Holy shit, they were lucky no one had called hotel security to haul them away for public lewdness. It had been under full fluorescent lights, and he had definitely seemed eager to go down on her. But stillwas it dark enough in here? Ethans sexy mouth quirked suddenly as his warm gaze rested on her face. He sighed and

crouched between her open legs, his belt buckle undone. Baby, youre frowning again. Whats going on in there? He gently bumped her forehead with his. Sara ducked her head and bit her lip. Im sorry, Im being stupid. I do want this, Ethan. More than you can know, she whispered. But Im nervous. Ethans golden gaze turned serious. Did I hurt you? If you didnt like anything you can tell me

Oh no, she hastened to reassure him. No, its been a while, but you didnt hurt me. I loved it all. His face showed his relief and she swallowed hard. Its just thatI really want you to enjoy this, too. He groaned and let his head drop against her chest with a small laugh. He rose and took her hand in his large, warm grasp and placed it very deliberately over the huge bulge in his pants. Her mouth went dry at the long, heavy feel of him

behind his fly. Sara, he drawled, does that feel like Im not enjoying this? Im halfway to exploding and I havent even gotten you naked yet. He hissed suddenly as she continued to caress and stroked down the length of him through the expensive silk of his trousers. His glowing hazel eyes flickered between her wide-eyed gaze and her wayward stroking hand. Sara didnt know what came over her, but she suddenly needed to see his cock in all its glory. She

wanted to take it out of its confines and worship it a while, taste it, tease it, rub her breasts all over it. She wanted to give him a small taste of the insanely scorching pleasure that had carried her away in the elevator. To make him feel as out of control as she had moments ago. Shed been told in the past that she was quite good at giving head. Most of her old boyfriends never wanted to reciprocate, but Sara found that they were always

willing, even eager, to be on the receiving end of the mouth and throat. She wanted to know the sensation of Ethans long, hard cock in her mouth, the heavy feel of it against her tongue, the unrelenting wideness, the throbbing veins and the salty-slick pre-cum. Resolved now, Sara sat up straighter and succumbed to the urge to rub her face directly against his bulging crotch. Ethan groaned deep in his chest and she felt his buttocks clench

against her roaming hands. Shit, Sara, youyou keep doing that, andfuck, thats goodIll be done before we even get started. His breath hissed through his teeth as he watched her, enthralled. Sara looked up at him with sultry eyes as she unzipped him, dragging the hem of his boxers lower, lower, and gasping in delight as his rampant erection sprung up and out so high that she actually had to pull it away from his lower stomach. She grasped his

dark, gorgeous cock between her hands securely, relishing the feel of throbbing veins and blood pulsing through the thick, inviting column. She could feel his heartbeat this way. The only sound in the room was his and her heavy breathing, mingling, eddying around them in a dark, languid symphony. The large, heavy mushroom-shaped tip was dripping with juices, and the shiny purple cap made her mouth water. Unbidden, she leaned forward and closed her lips over

the slit at the tip of his cock. With an experimental suck, she noted the salty but not unpleasant tang of his cum and began to massage his shaft with her fingers, stroking and kneading the velvety, unyielding flesh in time with her small sucks. His reaction was almost instantaneous, and she had to brace her hands on his lean hips to still them from thrusting deeper into her mouth. Fuck! Baby, you dont have to Ethans face was a tight mask

of concentration, and he swayed on his feet. Sara felt him sink his long fingers into her dark curls and hang on, sweat-slicked and snarling, as she explored the length of him with her tongue and hands like an inquisitive kitten. She opened her mouth wider, teasing the moist slit again before enveloping the crown of his cock with her lips and suckling steadily. She firmly massaged his damp length, noting with pleasure the way the column of flesh twitched and pulsed under

her ministrations. Mmm, I want to, Ethan. Just enjoy. She licked his shaft and gazed up at him to gauge his reaction before slowly engulfing his steely length once more. His hoarse shout bounced around the room and caused that deliciously gooey feeling between her thighs to fan out again in full force. The hands in her hair tightened almost to the point of pain, but Sara was too busy basking in the wellspring of feminine power and sensual

awareness to take much notice. She was elated to see the stark pleasure on his gorgeous face, wanted him to find pleasure too. Sara moaned with him still deep in her mouth, tonguing the underside of Ethans endless cock and hollowing out her cheeks so that she could better manage the intimidating girth. She released him with a pop and licked him from base to tip as if he were a Popsicle a few times, noting the shortness of his breath and the way

his fingers clenched in her hair at each pass. He tasted like hot, hard male, and it was addictive. She wanted to take it all down her throat if she could, or as much as she could manage anyway. Anything to keep that look of sharp hunger and desire etched on his face. She let him guide her head with his hands, tightening her lips around him. Each pass took him deeper into her mouth, her muffled cries of discovery and his deep grunts of pleasure filling the room.

She cupped Ethans rock-hard ass and urged him to swivel deeper, closing her eyes and sucking in earnest now. She felt his sharp thrusts become more staccato and urgent, signaling his imminent orgasm. He tugged at her curls and rubbed her temples with his thumbs. Babe, I have to come, Ethan muttered through gritted teeth, tension radiating from his very pores. You gotta let me go now. No, she gurgled indistinctly.

Sara gasped in protest as he pulled her mouth away. No, I want you in my mouth when you come, she cried without thought. Holy shit, had she actually said that? But she meant it, every word. She mightve been shocked at her complete lack of inhibitions in another time and place, but tonight she was a different Sara, a wild, wanton version of herself. She wanted him in her mouth so bad, she felt like crying. Her mouth slack with wanting, she urged his hips back to

her and engulfed him deep, deeper so deep that she had to focus on keeping her throat from closing on the thick shaft. Ethans growl was so loud it rang in her ears. Sara, he exhorted with effort. Jesus, are you sure Do it, she moaned around his cock, pinching her nipples with one hand while the other stroked and tugged at his large, heavy sac. She released him with a strong suck and looked up at him imploringly.

Please do it. Come in my mouth, Ethan. Please. She slid him back deep in her mouth, her head bobbing energetically and sucking him off in hard, insistent tugs. His hips snapped and she heard him curse and gnash his teeth above her. And then he was shouting and swearing while gripping her hair tightly, his cock pulsing wildly as hot jets of cum filled her mouth suddenly. She was prepared for it but it still caught her unawares, making her

choke a bit, but she refused to let go of his cock. With a long moan, she swallowed the copious amount of cum and continued to suck him off, enjoying the rumbling sounds of Ethans pleasure as he softened gradually in her mouth. Gasping for breath, Sara let his spent member go at last with a final lick and nuzzle. She looked up at him dazedly, still licking the taste of him off her now swollen lips.

Chapter Five
As his racing pulse slowed, Ethan felt destroyedand reborn. What hed experienced at Saras relatively innocent hands was the most sensual and raw encounter of his life. Hed come dangerously close to passing out from pleasure, hed been wound up so tight by her soft, eager hands and mouth. He couldnt stop staring at the sexy, wanton image she made, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hand in

her blouse, her legs shifting restlessly against her no doubt sodden panties and her wicked mouth still damp with his cum. Without ceremony, he reached down and stripped her out of the tight clingy skirt and underwear. He grasped the backs of her knees and lifted them high and wide, shouldering his way in between and kneeling on the bed before the lush, feminine bounty spread before him. The sight of the large, pale orbs and the jutting deep-rose

nipples, hard and puckered, made him groan as he brought his hands together and cupped and pressed her bare breasts in a not-so-gentle massage. He reclaimed one of the pouting tips and sucked the nubbin hard, groaning at the taste of her, and heard her cry out brokenly as she arched deeper into his mouth. God, she tasted like almonds and warm, willing woman. A headier combination hed never encountered. He bit down on one nipple while plying the other with

his rough fingers, feeling her trembling increase tenfold. He moved his hand lower to the damp curls at the apex of her thighs and teased her opening. Sara arched wildly at the feel of his thick, blunt fingers stroking the swollen lips of her pussy. Please, Ethan, put them inside me, she begged in a broken whisper, her head thrashing from side to side and clutching handfuls of the bedspread. Ethan grinned. His lady had sent

him to the moon and back tonight. It was time to return the favor. He kept plucking and pinching at her with one hand while the other reached for her purse, which lay forgotten on the floor. What do you want, baby? he asked in a sensual whisper. You want my fingers in your hot little cunt, hmm? He stroked the glistening petals of her nether lips rhythmically before sharply tapping her pulsing clit, causing her hips to buck off the bed in response.

Answer me, sweetheart, he demanded in a voice gritty with desire. Tell me what you want. Sara bit her lip and sobbed in frustration. Yes, she managed to gasp, her hips pumping in a desperate cadence against his almost lazy fingers and hands. I need itI need you Her words died as he pressed her thighs open wider, and she yipped in surprise as his large, square hand came down sharply on her exposed, glistening pussy lips in a quick succession of

slaps. He knew he hadnt hurt her, but her wide eyes reflected shock before rolling back into her head as he lowered his head to her exposed pussy and gently sucked the slight sting away, his fingers tormenting the tender pink hood of her clit in a sultry, steady rhythm. Dammit, Ethan, please! she begged as she jerked against the covers. Its too much! Please put them inside me, please! Anything you say, darlin.

Hows this? he asked idly as he slid one long digit deep into her slick, hot channel. His jaw worked hard at the feel of her, so wet and ready for him. The heady scent of her arousal had his entire body tense and his dick drilling a hole in the mattress. God, youre so wet, he ground out, working the finger deeper and angling it upward to try to find that special sweet spot inside her. Did you get this wet thinking about me, about my fingers in your pretty

pussy? She nodded wildly, and he rewarded her by adding another finger and enjoyed the long moan she uttered. So tight and sweet. Can you take another one, baby? Sweat dripping into his eyes, he worked his fingers in steadily, his thumb insistently rubbing her hooded clit, before adding a third. He was torn between the need to watch her come all over his hand and the urge to bury his raging cock into her very depths, to listen to her screams

of pleasure while he pounded into her without mercy. He marveled at the feel of her snug, suckling pussy against his thick fingers, copious moisture coating them and slipping out of her channel with each measured thrust. Sara shrieked softly, her hips thrashing. She nodded and bit her lip. More, she moaned as she raised one hand and caressed Ethans taut cheek while the other tugged her own nipple. Give me more, please. She implored at him

with her eyes as he pressed a hot kiss into her palm, scraping his teeth against the sensitive, salty skin. He abruptly pulled his fingers from her, and she reached for him beseechingly. No! Dammit, Ethan, I was so close! Shhh, easy, baby. Im not going anywhere. I just found your little toy. He showed her the vibrator in his hand, which he pulled from her purse earlier, and pressed the bulbous tip against her intimately exposed flesh. He grinned as she

arched her hips into it before he pulled it away, sustaining contact as long as possible. Ethan was glutton enough for punishment to see how long he could keep them both on a high simmer before they lost their heads completely. He slid the tip of it into her then, just for a moment, before retreating again, and Sara wailed as she reflexively grabbed handfuls of the bed pane in frustration. Ethan did this a few times, teasing her with the smooth

phallus, rubbing the rounded tip against her plush, pouting clit, but never hard enough to send her tumbling off the precipice. He claimed her breasts with his free hand, kneading the generous orbs and taking in as much as he could with his mouth. Sara bucked and cried out as he suckled leisurely on the distended nipples and deeprose-colored areolas. Ethan could sense her release building inside her, from the tightening of her thighs and the ceaseless pumping

of her hips when he sent the plastic cock deeper into her quivering cunt. Sweat dripped down his chin as he gauged her reaction to each of his caresses, the tension ratcheting up so high that he feared he would blow like a whale before Sara managed to come again. Suddenly, he released her damp nipple with a pop and took her mouth in an explosive kiss, biting and sucking at her lips, while he plunged the vibrator practically to the hilt deep into her soaked cunt

without warning. Sara moaned like a wounded animal, rocking her hips in time with Ethans thrusts. His own cock lay hard and insistent and scorching hot next to her hip, and he grit his teeth against the urge to turn her around on all fours and fuck her with abandon like an animal. Ethan, Ethan, she panted, writhing like a siren across the expanse of the bed. Its too much! I cant take any more! Yes, you can, he growled back,

determined to see her shatter one more time. Youre going to take everything I give you. Dont hold back, baby, let me see you come. With a small click, he sent the sparkly phallus lodged deep within her vibrating. Ethan kept up the hard, steady thrusts as the vibrations turned Saras moans into low screams and he watched her reaction avidly from above. He prevented her legs from slamming closed by bracing them with his broad shoulders and torso.

So fucking beautiful when youre about to come, he muttered. I am absolutely going to ruin you for other men, Ethan nearly growled, sending the toy back into her wet, hungry maw, now completely open to his gaze. Her shrieks rose an octave. I didnt get to watch you in the elevator, but I want to now. How does it feel, baby? He plunged a little deeper and changed the angle of the tip, not wanting to hurt her but sensing by the thrashing of her

hips that she needed a rougher touch. Good? he crooned. How about more? He was rewarded with her sharp cry of pleasure and another gush of liquid desire that sent the plastic phallus in even deeper than he thought possible. Tell me, baby, do you want some more? Oh yes, yes, yes, more, more, she sobbed helplessly. His cock actually jumped at the wanton sight of his woman with her legs splayed open wide, breasts

overflowing in her own hands, and the thick pink dildo wedged deep in her quaking cunt. He obliged her, turning the knob at the base, and smiled as the hum of the vibrators motor increased and Sara threw back her head and howled. He watched her body snap and convulse uncontrollably as shrill bleats fell from her lips. Her hips shuddered around the merciless phallus in a thunderous orgasm, and Ethan could actually feel the tug of all those intimate muscles

clenching around the toy. He groaned as he imagined his own huge cock caught in that glorious vise, but to his credit didnt let up. He continued to plunge the vibrator into her through her wild flailing, fucking her through her shuddering orgasm and causing her to reach her peak not once, twice, but three times in quick succession. Oh god, Ethan! C-coming so hard! she screamed in a hoarse voice as she clutched at his muscled forearms in desperation, her nails

sinking into his flesh and marking him. Ethan! Its happening again! I-I think Im going to come again! And then, with a wicked flick of his wrist, she did. Sara turned her head and shoved her face into a pillow to muffle her long, throbbing scream as she rode his hand madly, completely focused on her pleasure. Ethans own primal roar tore from his chest and reverberated around the room as his own release shot from him in hot, sizzling jets across her writhing

body. He felt her cunt contracting and clutching hard at the slippery humming vibrator, nearly yanking it out of his grasp at one point. Ethan let her have it all, murmuring sexy encouragements low in her ear, keeping her on the edge, until his own hand at the base of the toy was drenched to his wrist with her release. He felt Sara fall limp against his side on the bedspread, sobbing softly yet barely awake, and immediately shut off the vibrator.

He was breathing hard, and he pressed his lips against hers as he drew her close, clucking soothingly while pressing every inch of her shivering, hiccupping body against his sweat-slick form. He tossed the toy to the side and wrapped Sara in his arms, half-carrying, halfdragging her across the bed and under the sheet. He gritted his teeth against the fantastic feel of her curves, his cock straining insistently, now revived and eager for more.

It would have to wait. This last orgasm had wrung her out, and he was standing on his last legs as well. Her beautiful face was slack and pink with pleasure, her lips parted and her chest still hitching slightly. She gave another shuddering sigh, and her brow furrowed as she snaked her arms around his neck, settling into his side like a burr. Ethan cradled her closer, tucking his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply as she curled into his

embrace, her shapely legs tangling with his. A sense of deep contentment and peace settled over him, easing the heavy ache in his groin. There would be time later, he thought drowsily. She was his now, he reminded himself, and they would work it all out later.

Chapter Six
Sara was pulled out of a dreamless sleep hours later by a low, insistent buzzing sound. She opened her heavy eyes slowly to a dark, still room. Discombobulated, she blinked up at the ceiling for a moment and listened as it grew quiet once more. She tried rolling to her side and froze. A heavy weight lay across her stomach and her hip, and she looked down in dawning awareness at the bronzed,

hair-roughened arm that secured her to the bed. Her gaze trailed across it, up the muscled biceps, deep broad chest, strong collarbone and finally to the sleeping visage of Ethan la Montagne. Her heart was thumping so loud that she was sure he could hear it. Sara tried to keep her breath soft and shallow, no easy feat as she recalled all the naughty, scintillating things they had done to each other. She shifted, and bit back a yowl of surprised pain.

Wow, she ached in places she hadnt known existed on her body. And she was definitely feeling a bit raw and tender between the legs. The musky, unmistakable scent of sweat and sex permeated the room. God, he had made her come so hard shed actually passed out. Her eyes grew wide in fascination as she stared into Ethans sleeping countenance, the strong, handsome planes and almost hawkish features softened in sleep. A heavy shadow covered his

square jaw, his unruly curls inviting to the touch. His ridiculously long lashes lay in stark repose against his high, ruddy cheekbones, hinting at his mixed heritage. Christ almighty, the man exuded sex appeal even when he was unconscious. She thought shed had it bad for him before. How the hell was she going to go through the motions of daily life now, knowing exactly what she was missing with him? His breathing was deep and easy, and Sara

relaxed for a moment against the pillow and allowed herself a few moments to take in the unaffected beauty of the man whod brought her to such orgasmic heights. She bit her lip and flushed in the dark, remembering the way hed teased her with his tongue and hands, and later her large vibrator The annoying buzz started up again, and Sara frowned. She couldnt see much in the dark, but it seemed to be coming up from the floor. Curiosity won out and she

carefully slid out from underneath Ethans arm, leaned over the edge of the bed and squinted hard into the gloom. Was thather vibrator? Right then, something buzzed beneath her, and awareness hit her like a ton of bricks. She gasped and plunged her hand under the bed until it hooked onto what she knew to be her purse. Her cellphone! Angie! The bridal party, shit, shit! Ignoring the protesting muscles in her tender lower regions, she looked over to

make sure Ethan was still out like a light before slithering out of bed and limping quickly toward the bathroom. Closing the door gingerly, Sara fumbled with her clutch and managed to snap her cell phone open before it went to voicemail. Hello? she whispered, shocked to hear how husky her voice sounded. Probably from all the screaming, she thought, ducking her head in disbelief and embarrassment even in the privacy of the bathroom.

Sara? Where the hell are you? Sara almost dropped the phone in shock as she cringed and held it away from her ear. Angies booming voice still came through loud and clear, laced with both concern and ire. She detected the roar of a crowd and pounding club music in the background, and her head began to throb in time to it. Why the hell havent you been answering your phone? How could you disappear before we even finished dinner like that? Do you

know how long Ive been calling you? For like the past four hours! Where are you? Are you okay? AngieAngie, Im fine, would you stop yelling at me, please? Sara hissed into the receiver as loud as she dared. She cautiously poked her head out of the bathroom, reassured to find Ethan still snoring in the bed. She closed the door again and leaned against it, running a hand through her hair and reveling in the intimate aches throughout her body. She sighed

and brought the phone back up to her ear. I didnt mean to abandon you. Somethingsomething important came up, I Sara was at a temporary loss for words. She found she didnt really want to share this monumental turn of events, even if Angie was her best friend. It was too soon. Shed woken up next to Ethan, for chrissakes! He wasnt just any guy, he was her dream guy. He was like her Everest. It was a red-letter moment for her. She wanted to

bask in it a while, remind herself that it really happened, maybe replay it in her head a couple of times before sharing with the rest of the class. What? Hey, why are you whispering, I can barely hear you! Angie yelled back. Wait, wait, let me get off this dance floor. There was a pause and when Angie spoke again, Sara didnt have to wince in pain. So, what's wrong? Are you up in your room right now? Uh, kind of

Omigod, was it the calamari? Because Andrea also had to book it to the nearest bathroom before we hit club Tryst tonight, and I felt a little ooky for a bit, but then it went away. Angie hiccupped and giggled. With a sigh, Sara realized that her soon-to-be-married friend was already three sheets to the wind as the really crazy nightlife was starting to stir all along the Strip. Shed have to go and attend to her before Angie ended up following

some random man home like a lost goat. It was only eleven oclock, she noted with some shock. Still plenty of time to meet up with the group at the club, and they hadnt even reached the strip club yet. No, Angie, Im fine, Im calamari-free, she tried again, staring at her reflection over the sink and combing out her hair with her fingers. She traced some darkening marks around her collar and breasts, and touched the stilldamp, swollen flesh between her

legs and flushed with remembered pleasure. Ill be down in a few minutes. I, uh, had a really bad migraine all of a sudden. Needed to take some aspirin and lie down for a while. I feel great now, though, she adlibbed. Well, good, because were headed to Mount Olympus in about half an hour, and your butt better be there! I need my best wingwoman with all those sexy male strippers! Its my last week as a

single gal, dammit! There was some loud male whooping in the background, and Sara heard Angie laugh and whistle back, blowing loud kisses for good measure. Sara sighed and rolled her eyes. She could not let her best friend stroll up to the renowned strip club without her, and drunk to boot. Her conscience was already shot to hell. All right, Ill be there soon. Ask someone for a glass of water. And dont follow anyone home, she

cautioned and hung up. Tiptoeing back into the darkened room, Sara hung back a moment, clutching a bath towel to her chest and looking at the magnificent creature lying in the big, inviting, rumpled bed. Angie, you so fucking owe me, she thought darkly. What she wouldnt give to curl back into that golden-hued body and feel his hair-roughened thighs against hers again She crept across the room stealthily, gathering her wayward

top, skirt and heels, blushing furiously when she came across her sodden panties. Then her eyes widened at the sight of the used and abandoned dildo. Her hand shook as she held the long, thick, unyielding plastic, her eyes trailing over to the slumbering form in the middle of the room. She shivered as she recalled his firm, confident grip, the way he pressed the toy at a slight angle to ensure that he made her see stars with every deep stroke within her, just to hear her

screams grow sharper, more keening. She wished they had managed to have sex so that she could feel that thick shaft she held in her mouth earlier forge a hot, indelible path deep in her cunt. But she would take what she could get and be grateful. She didnt believe for a second that he was interested in pursuing anything long-term. She was thankful to him for being as generous a lover as he had been tonight. There was no way she was going

to spring the toy on Angie anymore, though. And she knew shed never be able to use it again without thinking about this night, and how fantastic it had been and how her solo sessions were going to feel a lot more insipid from now on. She slipped it quietly into the trash receptacle beside the television console. She tied her sex-mussed hair back and dressed as fast as she could, making sure she didnt leave anything behind, all the while

casting lingering looks at the sleeping behemoth of a man in the bed. The big, comfortable, inviting bed With one last burning look at Ethans sleeping form, Sara closed her eyes and sighed as she slipped out of the room and shuffled down the long abandoned hallway, throwing a scarf around her shoulders and applying a fresh coat of lip gloss as she walked. It was time to go watch a dozen prime specimens of manhood

dance around in ass-less chaps like a good little maid of dishonor.

Chapter Seven
Ethan woke up suddenly and completely, as he was apt to do in his line of work, and two things registered immediately. One, he had a raging hard-on. And two, Sara was no longer in bed beside him. Already missing the feel of her plush curves against him, Ethan blinked at the digital clock beside the bed and frowned. Theyd only

been asleep for a couple of hours. He stared unseeingly into the gloom of the darkened room, listening intently for a few seconds. Then he threw back the covers with a curse, dragging a hand through his tousled hair and striding across the room toward the bathroom, where he knew he wouldnt find her. The hotel room had become too still, too quiet. Goddamn it. Shed snuck out while he was asleep. Real fucking smooth, la Montagne, he thought

with derision as he snatched his clothes off the floor and stuck his legs back in his pants. His entire body felt sore and exhausted, and there were teeth and claw marks on his arms. He felt an unmistakable stirring deep in his belly when he thought of how he got them. He flipped the switch in the bathroom, moistened a hand towel and wiped his bobbing, half-erect cock. Hed come again earlier in the evening while watching Sara scream through multiple orgasms,

although he sincerely doubted that she had been aware of that fact at the time, and the stickiness still coated his belly and upper thighs. Tossing the rag back into the bathtub, he wanted to kick himself for his stupidity. Hed taken this all way too fast. Theyd devoured each other like animals, hungry and so needy theyd been heedless to anything else. It had been so blistering and all-consuming that it hadnt left much of an opportunity for talking or coddling. Shed

probably be shocked to know that hed had his eye on her for months, and he wanted to take his time getting to know her, in bed and out. If she hadnt run out so quickly, maybe they couldve had a nice long, hot shower together, while he reacquainted himself with those fantastic curves, all slick with water and soap Shaking his head and swallowing hard against the steamy images in his mind, Ethan yanked himself back into the present and

checked to make sure that she hadnt called his cell while he was asleep. He dialed her cell and waited, cursing softly when it went straight to voicemail. He thought for a moment to text her, but discarded it. He didnt want to text her about last night, he needed to see her face and gauge her reaction when he brought it up. She was everything he had hoped for in a womanwarm, funny, irreverent, easy to talk to and a sexual dynamo to boot. Her

passionate nature was a huge turnon, and he was eager to finish what they had started with gusto. His body hummed with renewed excitement just thinking of the way shed generously deep-throated him, the way she had screamed and collapsed in paroxysms of pleasure when hed used her dildo on her. He remembered the way shed writhed against the bedclothes, dewy and trembling and hotter than any Vegas act hed ever witnessed. Damn, she was the

whole package. A complete sweetheart and phenomenal in the sack. Where the hell could she be? Why hadnt she tried to wake him up? He snapped his cell open again to make sure that there had been no calls, and blinked. Three missed calls from Sean? Sean! Fuck. It was his best friends bachelor weekend in Vegas. And he was the best man. Ethan sucked his teeth in annoyance and exhaled noisily. He

supposed he should feel like shit for cutting out on his friends without any warning, but he couldnt dredge up any real regret. It had all been so fucking incredible, the most intense sensual experience of his life. If he had the chance, he knew he would do it all over again. His gaze lingered on the bed as he recalled the way Sara had suckled him on her knees, her huge eyes looking up at him with a seductive twinkle, her plump bottom begging for the flat of his hand to warm it.

Her sweet submissiveness and utter trust called something deeply primal in him, and he planned to explore it further at the earliest opportunity. And he needed to talk to her. Soon. He needed to let her know that it hadnt been a case of hit-itand-quit-it for him. Despite his elusive little ladys disappearing act this evening, he couldnt wait to prove to her over and over again that the tender feelings that had roiled up in him during their

lovemaking hadnt been a fluke. Just then, his phone rang. Sara? he answered automatically. Is that you? There was a stunned pause, and then a shout of deep laughter. Uh, no, dude. But I guess I dont need to ask you where the hell youve been the past three hours. Sean. Ethans shoulders slumped in disappointment. Hey, man. No, I didnt meanshe and I, we didntI mean, we did but we didnt Ethan clamped his mouth

shut against the half-uttered excuses that threatened to tumble out on their own accord. Sean didnt need to know the details. What the hell could he say anyway? That hed been unable to keep his hands off the sumptuous maid of honor for one more second and that theyd spent the past few hours in a sexual haze when he shouldve been sending his best friend off to the state of holy matrimony in high style? He sounded like a douche, even to his

own ears. Plus, he wasnt sorry about the latest development in the slightest. We were catching up in private, Ethan explained cautiously. Sean chortled uproariously. Oh, I just bet you were, he howled over the phone. Dont worry about me, brother, Sean admonished. If you and Sara stopped dancing around each other long enough to see how perfect you are for each other, Im happy for

you, bud. Where is she anyway? Ethan sighed and rubbed his face, almost groaning at the faint scent of her excitement that still lingered on his hand. Sean knew him too well. I wish I knew, man. She took off while my back was turned. He kicked at his socks on the floor, and one landed near the TV console. Damn, already? Sean hooted. You must be losing your touch. What happened? Been so long for you that you forgot what goes

where on a real woman? Fuck you, man, Ethan retorted without any heat as he retrieved his wayward socks. I dont know. I think shes running scared. Again? You got warts on your willy or something? Ethan sighed. Shut up, will ya? Angie tells me that that I dont have anything to worry about, but, damnshe took off without a word. I kinda do feel like a leper. He could practically see his friend shrug. Well, will you at

least tell me if she was worth the wait? Youve been hankering after her for almost eight months. Dont spare any details. Angies wanted you guys to hook up from the very beginningso, whats up? Can I tell my soon-to-be-wife that youve finally been tamed? But Ethan wasnt listening anymore. He was busy staring into the small trash can beside the console. He reached in with a frown and slowly pulled out Saras vibrant pink dildo. She mustve

thrown it away before leaving since he distinctly recalled tossing it beside the bed after shed passed out from the last orgasm hed given her with it. He stared at the glittering phallus and recalled how fucking amazing Sara had looked as she strained and arched into each measured thrust hed delivered, the way her full thighs had glistened with moisture and the musical sounds of her exuberant orgasm when hed cranked the toy to its

highest setting. At the time, hed wanted to be deep inside her so bad, feeling those voluptuous contractions on his bare cock, that he had practically ground his teeth into dust. His jaw ached in proof. His cock twitched with remembrance and renewed vigor, pressing against the seam of his zipper. He tried not to read anything into the fact that shed discarded the toy like rubbish. She probably just thought it was unsanitary to

wander around town with a very well-used vibrator in her purse but, well, he wished shed felt some sort of attachment to it. It was stupid, but it had been their first time together, technically. The tacky vibrator was a kind of memento, a testament to their first coupling. He suddenly felt anxious and out of sorts. He really needed to see her, to find out what she was thinking, what she was feeling after theydtheyd Fuck, they hadnt even gone all

the way, and he was distracted as hell. He knew he had it bad, obsessing over the whys and wherefores like a damn chick. He couldnt wait until this whole weekend was over, so that he could corner her at home and have it out once and for all. Yo, la Montagne, you still there? Sean yelled. You fall asleep again? Nope, he barked back, tossing the vibrator into his open duffel bag in the closet and shoving his

feet into his shoes while holding his cell to his ear. Sorry, man, Im getting dressed. Wheres everyone at? Where do you think? You orchestrated the whole night. Were finishing some shots right now, and then were heading to Gardens of Olympus to catch the show, Sean reminded him, mentioning a popular gentlemans club located off the Strip. Why dont you meet us there? You cant do anything about Sara now

anyway, man. Not if she doesnt want to be found. There was a chorus of ribald hooting and epithets at Seans mentioning of the strip club, and Ethan managed to grin. Hed arranged a private lap dance for the man of the hour, and it had cost him an arm and a leg. The least he could do was go out and make sure Sean had a good time. He checked his watch. It was only a short cab ride away. He could still make it there in plenty of

time and hopefully redeem himself in the eyes of the wedding party. And it beat the hell out of sitting in the dark, fantasizing about big brown eyes that pleaded at him to please, please, make me come Fuck, man, get a grip, he chastised himself. He exhaled slowly, commanding his raging hard-on to subside. See you guys in twenty, he grunted, and hung up as he headed out the door. He reminded himself that malebonding was compulsory this

weekend. But as soon as the curtain fell tonight, he knew hed be heading directly to the hotel where Angie and her friends were staying, to finally collect his woman and let her know that there was no need to run away from him ever again. From now on, he would be her escapebecause she was already his haven.

Chapter Eight
Isnt this fun? Caro shrieked over the pulsating techno music, dewy with exertion and crushed between the gyrating, oil-slicked bodies of two male strippers, one wearing a rakish cowboy hat and the other in animal pelts. Both had on glow-in-the-dark thongs that cupped their impressive bulges and framed their gleaming, chiseled buttocks. Sara grimaced inwardly as she

nodded in agreement. She pertly waved the banner that Angie had worn earlier that evening over her head in a show of allegiance, and tried not to look at her watch for the millionth time that evening. Instead, she watched as Angie and Caro bopped rhythmically against the well-endowed young dancers, giggling and touching their chests and abs and anything else they would let them get away with. Mount Olympus boasted the hottest, most riotously sexy male

exotic dancers off the Strip, and as far as Sara could tell, they hadnt over-exaggerated. The male strippers were ripped, meticulously groomed and swiveled their latexclad hips with well-oiled precision. Music pounded in the background as the gorgeous men took turns dancing at tables as well as on the stage. Drinks were liberally poured, and a legion of inebriated females shrieked in glee as the goodlooking dancers came up to them in turn and nibbled at their necks or

cleavage. Sara wondered why it all left her feeling so drab and invisible. Exhausted too, if she was really being honest. She supposed part of it had to do with having had wild, out-of-control dildo sex with Ethan earlier. The other was the fact that after having engaged in their incredible bout ofwhatever it had been, she was suddenly very aware of how expressionless and mechanical the male dancers seemed. The suggestive hip thrusts

and cocoa-buttered bottoms, designed to inspire lust in the hordes of hungry females, seemed rather insipid tonight. And they were all way too waxed and smooth to be drool-worthy. Not one of them had the brawny natural good looks ofsomeone else she knew. Her thoughts turned again to her vibrator, and she silently bemoaned the fact that shed discarded it. All this oily flesh did absolutely nothing for her. Ethan

really had ruined her for life. And they hadnt even gotten to the actual sex part yet! And there was a very good chance that they never would, she admitted to herself. Where exactly along the path of ruination their friendship currently lay was still up in the air, which really worried her. Now that the heat of impulse had worn off, she was aware of how shamelessly shed behaved. Even now, she could scarcely believe that person had been her.

She recalled the feverish look in his eyes as he watched her scream and buck against his hand. And going down on a man had never been her favorite in the best of circumstances, but with Ethanit all felt so sexy and liberating. And strangely right. She could still feel his hot, hard length against her tongue, the frenzied thrusts of his hips under her hands as she plied his heavy sac, his dark shout of completion as he tunneled his fingers into her hair and spent

himself deep inside her mouth. Sara felt an answering throb deep between her legs and pressed her thighs together. It had been a heady feeling, she acknowledged with a shiver, to know that she had been in control of his desire, despite being on her knees in front of him. Her breath grew shallow in memory, and her aching nipples stiffened against the knit fabric of her top. A buff, darkly tanned Indian chieftain danced past her, wearing

a strategic loincloth and a smile, and did a double take upon seeing Sara seated so quietly and unmoving amongst the wildly gyrating groups of women. Hey, baby, you wanna dance? he yelled over the din, crossing his hands behind his head and treating Sara to a front-row view of his impressive pectorals and washboard abs. He wore an ornate feathered headpiece and war paint on his face, but it was the blindingly white, bulging thong

that demanded women sit up and take notice. Geronimo here is happy to see a sexy mama like you! he crowed, striding over to the empty table that she occupied. Most of the girls in the bridal party were on the floor or lined up against the stage, trying to tuck dollar bills into bobbing banana-hammocks, or in the ridiculously long line for the bathroom. Surprised and uncomfortable that she had been picked off despite

the crowded stage and dance floor, Sara swallowed a groan and tried her best to act as if she hadnt seen or heard him. She shifted in her chair, affected a casual slouch and reached for her half-empty beer, deliberately keeping her face averted. Aw, dont play hard to get, baby! Cmon, let me give you a dance youll never forget! He bopped over to her and leaped onto the arms of the chair she occupied, in effect straddling her so that all

Sara had in her line of sight was his tremendous tumescence. The screams and hollering by nearby tables that accompanied his show of freakish agility was lost on Sara. She was starting to get a little annoyed. Look, no thanksmy friend is the bride-to-be, shes right over there --- No, no, honeythis is all for you tonight! Glistening with sweat and bronzer, he began to gyrate energetically to the primal beat that

pounded out of the speakers, causing Sara to flatten herself against the back of the chair for fear that his arrow would accidentally slap her across the face as it flailed about rhythmically. Sara knew her face was flushed red from embarrassment, but did her best to not squirm out of the chair while he danced and thrust like a maniac above her. She held her breath and counted the secondstwenty thirtyforty Yipping like a deranged jackal,

he flipped backward and landed in a dramatic crouch before Sara. She yelped as he suddenly grabbed her foot, pulled off her shoe and pressed it to his chest, leaning into her at the same time so that her leg folded in toward her chestwhich had the unfortunate side effect of causing her skirt to ride dangerously high up along her thigh. Sara shot her leg out and shoved him with all her considerable might. With a loud grunt, the

dancer sailed backward, his plumage tumbling in disarray to the floor. Sara was half out of her chair, her heart in her throat and her hand reaching out inanely as she watched him almost knock over some passing waitresses before landing safely, if incongruously, on his naked bum. Goooaaalll! she thought. What the hell, lady! he shouted, scrambling onto his feet and securing his wayward thong in one hand. Whyd you kick me?

Im so sorry! Sara bit her lips hard against the sudden laughter that threatened to bubble forth at that moment. She didnt think the mock chieftain would appreciate it very much. Sorry! It was an accident! Im unbelievably ticklish, see. It was complete reflex. The young man scowled as he rolled his kohl-rimmed eyes. Whatever. Youre still going to tip me though, right? Huh? Saras mouth fell open in mild shock.

A tip. Yknow, for the dance? How bout it? Um, no, she said. I dont think so. Hey, you owe me, lady. You got the goods! He had the nerve to sound offended. A snort escaped her as she picked her shoe up off the ground and unceremoniously shoved her foot back into it. Please, she retorted. Ive seen better in my morning Zumba class.

Screw you, lady, its not like you were complaining! he yelled back with his hands on his hips. Fine, two could play this game. Sara sat primly back in her chair and lifted her beer to her lips, taking a dainty sip and flat out ignoring the six-foot-tall cretin with too much attitude. No way in hell was she going to allow this college punk to intimidate her out of twenty hard-earned bucks. She was practicing what she preached to her fifth graders and doing her best to

passively defuse growing ire.

the

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To her relief, he just threw up his hands in disgust and stomped away. Fucking figures, he shot over his shoulder. Fat-assed chick counting ceiling tiles, shouldve known youd be cheap, too! His firm buttocks jiggled impudently as he dove back into the throng. Saras hands curled into fists at the sight of his retreating back, the indignation choking her. She instinctively looked around to see if

anyone had overheard his cutting remark. Fortunately, the music was so loud she could barely hear her own thoughtsshe doubted the average person would be able to hear an actual exchange of words in this dump. She picked up her beer again and took a resolute sip, silently counting to one hundred and willing away the annoying sting behind her eyes, determined to act as if everything was peachykeen if it killed her. How mortifying, she thought

self-derisively, letting some random strangers mean-spirited comment bother her to the point of tears. But it had been a long night and she was anxious and sick over recent events. Fuck it, she needed some air. She grabbed her purse and almost tripped in her eagerness to escape. She was almost out the double doors leading to the valet when the sound of male laughter coming from a nearby doorway stopped her in her tracks.

The layout of the ground floor was identical to the upstairs. Sara realized that there was another stage in this enormous place. Curiosity got the better of her, and she stepped through the thick, heavy curtain that shielded the room from view in the lobby. She was surprised to find herself in a darkened but posh gentlemens club, complete with gleaming wood tables, a bar, and a lighted stage and pole against which two topless (and virtually bottomless) buxom

blondes were kissing and stroking each other. Wow. Even from this distance, she could see that their perky boobs were the product of modern science and not nature. Sara scanned the crowd with interest, grateful that she had entered through the back of the wide room. Shed never been to a female strip club before. The clientele seemed pretty high end, made up of large groups of welldressed men, although a few loners and women did in fact dot the

crowd. There was a lot of clapping and whistling while the two women undulated against the thick, gleaming pole in the center of the runway. A sudden shout of laughter had her cocking her head once more. There it was again. Where was it coming from? It sounded so familiar. She peered through the smoky interior. Her gaze landed on a nearby table occupied by six or seven large, burly men. A redhaired stripper wearing a G-string

and tassels on her nipples was sitting jauntily at the mens table, perched on the edge like a pinup model and smiling seductively at a man who sat in a chair before her. Sara watched in fascination as the woman nimbly rose and straddled the mans lap, making sure that her tasseled breasts rubbed all over his face on the way down and bobbing suggestively in his lap for good measure. The man laughed and tucked a bill into her miniscule G-string,

smiling over at his friends and saying something over the music. At the sight of his profile in the dim light, Sara froze like a deer in headlights. Holy shit. Ethan. Shed know him anywhere. Big and sleeprumpled and smiling, it was definitely him who sat beneath the questing hands and pumping hips of the red-haired dancer, wearing a grin from ear to ear on his handsome, oblivious face. All the breath in her body left in

one great whoosh as a dull, pounding ache filled her head. She was unable to look away as the dancer continued to grind her gravity-resistant breasts against him and stroke his wide shoulders, the same shoulders that Sara had clutched and clawed at with such abandon only a few hours ago. Possessive outrage flared inside her but she ruthlessly quashed it and stashed it away quickly before she could analyze it any further deep, then deeper, into that secret,

vulnerable part of herself that was used to being passed over by men her entire life because of her physical shortcomings. Hope died a slow, painful death as it dawned on her that Ethan was not pining over her somewhere, counting the minutes until their next meeting. He probably had no intention of inviting her back to his room tonight. And why would he? He was a freakin stud, for crying out loud. Why the hell would he feel the need to cloister himself in his

hotel room with a pudgy, prudish schoolteacher who lacked an iota of sex appeal? She watched with burning eyes as the stunning redhead turned so that her bare bottom was waggling in front of him, inciting a riot of catcalls from the males that surrounded her. Sara realized with dawning dread that the parts of her that shed presented to Ethan earlier that evening couldnt possibly look as taut and perfect as that womans shimmying posterior. In fact, she

cringed as she began to realize how much thicker her waist, thighs and hips were in comparisonnot to mention the stretch marks and jiggling cellulite. The redheads unblemished breasts and flat tummy mocked her, as did her long, slim yet shapely legs. She watched Ethan say something to the group that caused them all to hoot again, and someone handed him another bill to slip under her G-string. Shed seen enough. Sara turned

away, dejected. He could have his choice from a bevy of beautiful women. They practically threw themselves at his feet. From what she could see, Ethan was definitely one of the boys, and he wasnt about to fall down on one knee with a declaration of love after a one-night stand. Sara wanted to kick herself for being so nave. Being around ten-year-olds all the time mustve been rubbing off on her. She slunk out of the club,

tugging her silk wrap around her and clutching the ends in her fist. She hailed the first cab she saw and gave the driver the name of her hotel. She was going back home to San Francisco tonight. There was no way she could continue to play the part of jolly old Sara, the perpetual fucking bridesmaid. She would use her return ticket early and Angie would just have to understand. She wasnt made of stone. Ethan might have felt no compunction at the

idea of casually sleeping around, but she suddenly felt as if she would shatter at a strong gust of wind. She was a fool to think that she could get out of this deal unscathed; her history of failed relationships alone was testament to the fact that she didnt do casual sex very well. She needed both time and distance to allow her feelings to scab over. Numb and heartsick, Sara dragged out her suitcase once she stumbled back into her hotel room

and began to haphazardly pull her clothes from the drawers. She tossed them into her case, not even bothering to fold or organize anything, before heading to the bathroom to collect toiletries. Something was missing, though Oh god, her vibrator! With a groan, Sara buried her hot face in her hands and struggled to breathe normally. The pleasure had been so intense, so overwhelming, at least for her. How could it possibly be like that

between just anyone? How could he not have felt an ounce of the desperate craving she had experienced, the need to touch and taste him until he permeated her very senses? Sara closed her eyes at the radiating waves of pain remembering caused her. She tried to block out the carnal images of his mouth on her hot, pulsing core, of reaching for him as she broke apart in ecstasy while he brought her to peak after peak after peak

Stop! You dumb cow, it was an impulse, and now its done. She mechanically finished gathering her things and checked herself out of the hotel with a minimum of fuss. She caught a taxi to nearby McCarran Airport and put herself on the standby list for the last flight back to San Francisco, which was in about an hour. She felt drained and a bit lightheaded as she slumped into one of the uncomfortable chairs near the flight gate to wait. Shed managed

to leave a message for Angie on her cell right before it died, but shed forgotten to pack her charger so her phone now lay silent and dark in her purse. Glancing at her reflection in the terminal window, she winced. Her perniciously round face and cheeks set against a halo of curly brown hair stared back mockingly, her eyes red and bright from smoky interiors, lack of sleep and unshed tears. Men like Ethan la Montagne

simply did not pine after women like her, she reminded herself. She thought she had glimpsed real desire and appreciation in his eyes earlier, but now that the ardor had cooled and the sweat had dried, she wasnt sure anymore. She couldnt compute how he could possibly want her again after seeing her physical polar opposite draped across him like a human Slinky tight and toned and cellulite-free. If she were a man, whom would she choose? It was no contest.

Introspection made her head throb even more. Things wouldnt seem so bad in the light of day, she hoped. But for now It was a good thing the airplane provided a built-in designated driver, because she planned to get rip-roaring drunk.

Chapter Nine
Sean watched his best man slip another bill into the redheads Gstring and the entire crew hollered good-naturedly, too ramped up to notice how Ethan glanced down at his watch for the millionth time that evening. He was doing a great imitation of a man who was into it, Sean thoughtinstead of one who was counting the hours until he could drag a certain elementary schoolteacher off to another dark

corner. You sure youre ready to give this up for the rest of your life, Sean? quipped Alan, the youngest member of the firehouse, whose eyes were glued to the strippers gyrating hips and thighs as he nursed his third rum and Coke of the evening. Hey, baby, how about taking me out for a spin next? he called out. You couldnt handle a real woman, junior, Sean retorted, slapping him on the back and

smiling indulgently. His phone pinged, and Sean smiled as he read the exuberant text from his fiance while the rest of his crew got their jollies by salivating over the lovely Kimber. The redhead continued to climb his best friend like a hungry chimp, and Ethan looked as though he was enjoying the attention about as much as a rectal exam. Sean made a mental note to let Angie know that her best friend had finally gone and made complete mincemeat out of

Ethans brainthe guy was obviously over the moon for her. He bit back a grin as he recalled how flustered Ethan had sounded earlier on the phone when hed asked him about Sara. Sean pulled a twenty out of his wallet and shoved it in Alans hand, who stared at it uncomprehendingly. He then strolled over to Kimber and whispered in her ear. She looked over her shoulder with a raised brow and saw a befuddled Alan

still holding the twenty-dollar bill. With a sinuous glide, she eased off Ethan and turned her attention to the awestruck twenty-two-yearold. The guys whooped with laughter and made ribald jokes about Alans overexcited state, warning him not to blow like a geyser as the redhead began her undulating dance anew. Sean sauntered over to Ethan and helped pull him up out of the chair. So, he said conversationally, whats the deal?

Hot Vegas showgirls not your thing? Thanks, man. He looked more than a little relieved that the lap dance was over. Nah, she was great, Ethan said with barely feigned enthusiasm. Really hot. Uh-huh. Thats why you looked like you fell asleep while she was giving you a titty facial? I wasnt asleep. I justclosed my eyes to savor the moment. Bullshit. The only thing that was missing was a night-light.

Sean handed him a cold beer and watched Ethan take a long, fortifying slug without replying. He decided to test the waters and see if his friend was as far gone as he suspected. I remember a time when Kimber was definitely your type, he said with deceptive casualness. You liked em long and lean and giggly back then. Ethan grunted in response and stared down at his feet as though

he found them fascinating. Seems your taste runs more towards chubby brunettes now. Ethans head swiveled around, casual demeanor gone. Watch it, Sean, he growled in a low voice. Ignoring the signs of impending doom, Sean continued. Hey, no offense! Some guys like a little meat on their women. I mean, Sara does have an awesome set of He cupped and gestured with his hands, and waggled his eyebrows in a lascivious manner.

Cut it out, goddammit. And that booty. I mean, if I had a paddle Shut the fuck up. Ethan looked like an enraged bull, ready to charge and gore him with relish. His voice was hard as granite, his stance wide and aggressive. Dont talk about her like that. His tone brooked no argument. Like what? Sean asked with wide-eyed innocence, deliberately baiting the tiger. Oh, I dont mean Id ever make a move or anything.

Im about to be a married man, after all. Plus, weve known Sara forever. Shes practically one of the guys. But you gotta wonder, that body, in the dark Ethans considerable bulk seemed to grow exponentially as he pressed in until they were nose-tonose. Sean observed his friend rippling with suppressed fury, and tried not to show his glee. Ethans voice was still low, but menacing enough to make Sean wince. Brother, if you want to be able

to walk down the aisle on your wedding day, he bit off harshly, you wont finish that sentence. It didnt take a genius to see that Ethan was deadly serious. Their gazes locked, and Sean assessed the situation in his nimble brain. Possessive, starry-eyed, ready to do damage to his best friend before his wedding day Huh. Ethan had it bad. Damn, this was going to be fun.

But first, he had to make sure his friend didnt take his head off for no good reason. Sean quickly dropped the act and held both hands up in supplication, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. It took you long enough to admit it. Angie and I were beginning to lose hope. He smiled apologetically and shrugged, trying to coax him out of his incensed state. Dont push me, Sean. Ethan continued to glare at his friend.

Ethan, I swear I was just messing with you, Sean said with a wry grin. I think Sara is wonderful. And shes all yours, buddy. Ethan calmed by degrees, relaxing his stance when he realized hed been had. Flustered, he took a mock swing at Sean and cuffed him in the back of the neck. Youre a real dick, you know that, he said gruffly, rubbing his face with one hand and taking a swig from the forgotten longneck

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He flipped a chair backward and sat with his arms overhanging the back, still somewhat sore from the sexual acrobatics earlier in the evening and yet eager to go out, collect his woman and do it all over again. Sean mimicked his motions and sat beside him. So, what the hell are you doing here tonight? Sean asked with his usual directness. Shouldnt you be back in your room, fucking each

others brains out? Why havent you called her? I did. Shes not picking up. Keeps going to voicemail. Sean made a thoughtful sound, and they both continued to watch the dancing in silence. Was it bad? he ventured, causing Ethan to choke a little. He didnt need a manual to figure out what Sean meant. Images of Sara staring up at him beseechingly and sobbing in pleasure, splayed out for his

enjoyment like a feast, instantly came to mind. He closed his eyes and set his teeth against the wave of lust that accompanied the memories of their lovemaking, feeling the sudden erection press against his fly. He had to swallow hard before he could answer. No, he replied curtly. Ethan ignored Seans raised eyebrows and wicked grin. Ah. The soft exhalation held a wealth of understanding. So, you rocked each others worlds, and

then she pulled a disappearing act. Yep. That was about the gist of it. What can I say, bud? Women can be crazy. Amen. Ethan savagely clinked his beer against Seans and took another long swig. Good luck with yours. Oh, mines a trip. But I love her, Sean said fondly as he took out his cell phone and checked out the latest text message sent by his

angel. She says that shes sandwiched right now between a sailor who isnt wearing his Dickies and a construction worker with a loaded tool belt. Ethan snorted and shook his head. He wondered how Sean remained so calm about his soonto-be bride rubbing up against a bunch of half-naked guys in a club. It doesnt bother you? he couldnt help asking. If it was Sara locked in between two greasy yahoos in Speedos, hed have

already tackled them to get them the hell away from her. She was entirely too edible as it was. Eh, its all in fun, he replied with a shrug, still reading the steady stream of texts. In a few days, shell be sandwiched between me and our mattress for the rest of our lives, if I can help it. I can afford to let her cut loose with her girlfriends for one weekend. Sean smiled indulgently, and Ethan noted how mellow and happy his friend was. Angie really was a

terrific influence on him, and she was a great girl. Now, if only she could exert some of that influence on Sara and send her tumbling his wayhe would make sure to be there to catch her and whisk her away as fast as humanly possible. She was so damn elusive, like a deer moving through the brush. If you looked away for a minute, she was gone. So Ethan asked casually, trying to find a tactful way to find out whether he knew anything

about the location of the bachelorette party. Finally he settled with, Are the girls having fun? Sean shook his head and snorted even while he texted. Dude, how long have we known each other? If you want to know if Sara is with Angie, just say so. Ethan bit back a curse and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Fine, he griped. Ask her for me, will you? Already have, shithead.

Thanks, prick. Seans phone chirped, and as he read the response, his face broke out in a grin. Aw, man, youre not going to believe this. What? Ethan asked with feigned manly indifference. He was dying to know. Guess where Angie and her bridesmaids are? Ethan bit back a growl of frustration and scowled.

Sean laughed and shook his head. Theyre here, dude. Huh? Where? Ethan jumped to his feet, scanning the dim room with untapped eagerness. She was here? Sara was here? Not right here, you idiot. Theyre watching the male dancers in another part of the club. This place must be huge. I didnt know they catered to both men and women. Ethan was already halfway to the door before he felt Sean grab

his shoulder suddenly. The frown on his friends face had his ready retort dying in his throat. What is it? he demanded impatiently. Are they there or not? He couldnt wait to see Sara again, to hold her and feel her glorious form underneath him. Sean held a finger up while he finished reading the last text message. Wait, Ethan. Angies party is herebut Saras not with them. His lungs deflated as

disappointment lay in his stomach like lead. And then he was worried, too. She had left his room hours ago, and if it wasnt to rejoin Angie and her bachelorette party, what had caused her to leave? So where the hell is she? he asked, piqued by the situation past the point of politeness. Its almost two in the morning. Is she back at the hotel? Can Angie tell me that at least? Waitshit, hold on, Sean muttered as he quickly dialed his

fiance. Angie, honey, whats going on? His face grew somber as he listened to her response, and Ethan felt himself grow unaccountably anxious as the minutes stretched. He paced a bit while Sean spoke with his fiance, and finally couldnt stand it anymore. He neatly plucked the phone out of Seans hand and put it to his own ear. Angie? Where the hell is Sara? Ethan, is that you? Sara isnt here.

You already mentioned that, sweetheart, Ethan said with barely restrained impatience. So, is she back at the hotel? He figured he could grab a cab and be back down the south end of the Strip in about fifteen minutes, easy. Um, no. The thing is, Ethan shes not in Vegas anymore. Shes gone back home. Ethan gaped at Sean, unmoving as he processed this new piece of information. Gone? What, she left? Just like that, without telling you?

Or me? he added in silent outrage. She didnt tell anybody. She sent me a text, saying that some last-minute work thing came up and that she had to fly back to SF tonight. Bullshit. Hed bet a weeks pay that it wasnt a work emergency that had sent Sara sprinting back to the city. Ethan continued to stand there silently, looking poleaxed, as Angie continued to chatter in his ear. She disappeared after dinner

for a bit, came back to the club and was really quiet for the rest of the night. And the next thing I know, she disappeared. She hasnt been answering any of my calls since. At Seans speculative glance, Ethan absently handed the phone back to him and bit back several choice swear words. He had never been so righteously pissed in his entire life. She had flown back home without even letting him know? After that mind-blowing interlude back at the hotel room?

Jesus, hed been so far off the mark it wasnt even funny. He had hoped that Sara would be receptive to his advances now and not try so hard to evade him. And he knew without conceit that she felt something more than mere affection for him. It was in every touch, every smile and every shy, fleeting glance shed ever sent his way. Ethan needed her to know, finally and without a doubt, that those feelings were reciprocated by him a thousand-fold.

But it seemed his stubborn little hellion, true to form, was feeling unsure and running scared. She was trying to put some distance between them again, only this time, literally. Well, he was sick and tired of the emotional stopgaps. If she was feeling vulnerable and freaked out, it was high time she starting reaching out to him instead of pushing him away. Sean was wrapping up his conversation with his fiance. Okay, okay, Ill tell him,

sweetheart. No, dont you dare go anywhere. Youve had too much to drink. Sit tight and Ill be right up to take care of you, sweetie. Love you, too. See you in a few. He hung up, sighed and looked at Ethan with an undeterminable expression. Well? What are you going to do, man? Sean asked. In reply, Ethan made a beeline for Alan and yanked the twentydollar bill from his slack fingertips. Hey! yelped Alan indignantly.

Kimber looked chagrined at the loss of her potential tip. Cab fare, he tossed back over his shoulder as he hit the ground running. Im catching the red-eye back to San Francisco tonight.

Chapter Ten
Sara yawned and morosely turned off the small television set in her bedroom. Her eyes felt gritty and swollen, testament to a short night filled with tears and selfrecrimination. She stumbled into her kitchen and blinked against the early morning sunrise that stole into her one-bedroom apartment in San Franciscos Noe Valley. Ugh. Her head was pounding. She needed strong, undiluted

coffee after downing an entire pint of chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream by herself when she got home and watching too many reruns of The Golden Girls. Apropos, shed thought when she found herself unable to sleep after getting home around three in the morning, since at the rate she was going she would probably find herself alone and barren into her golden years. She was pouring the grinds when she heard the knock on the door. Frowning, she walked over to

the door and hesitated. Who is it? she called out, wondering who would be disturbing tenants so early in the morning. There was no reply, just another sharp, short rap. Sara reached for the deadbolt, opened the door and gaped in shock. Ethan! What are you doing here? He still looked glorious to her, despite his rumpled appearance and the tired set of his shoulders. He didnt answer her right away,

but devoured her hungrily with his golden eyes. Belatedly, she realized that she was wearing torn leggings and a moth-eaten, oversized nightshirt with her crazy hair in an early-morning disarray. And she still smelled like airplane. Crap. She hastily tucked her curls into an impromptu knot at the base of her neck and crossed her arms across her chest protectively. Wh at am I doing here? His voice was incredulous. Baby, what the hell are you doing here?

Sara blinked and stared down at her bare feet. ImIm Running away again? he supplied. Her head shot up to look at him and he glowered back at her, as if daring her to contradict him. Dont be ridiculous! W-why would I be running away? she replied in her defense. Its like I told Angie, I had something important to dohere, she said, gesturing vaguely inside her apartment. I see, he replied evenly. More

important than, I don't know, hanging around long enough to wake up beside me and finish what we started with your vibrator? Sara yelped and clapped her hand over his mouth, her eyes wide and cheeks pink. Keep your voice down! The walls here are paper thin, and my neighbors might hear you. Just then, the door to Saras neighbor across the way opened and both of them swiveled around to see wizened and gruff old Mr.

McIntyre peer out into the hallway from over his reading glasses. With a pointed harrumph, he shuffled along the corridor in his bathrobe and slippers as he was wont to do, combing the sparse hair on his head as he made his way to the mailboxes on the ground floor. Mortified, Sara turned her chagrined gaze back to Ethan and tried to ignore the way his warm gold eyes twinkled with laughter above her hand. Mind if we finish this inside? he mumbled into her

palm. Ignoring the simmering heat in her belly at the feel of his lips against her fingers, Sara let her hand fall away as if scorched. I, uh, really dont think thats necessary, she admitted, edging back into her doorway, rocking awkwardly on her heels. Ethan pressed close but stopped short of actually taking a step into her place. He spoke softly, but resolutely. Sara, please. We need to talk.

The simple words were somehow beseeching, and it shredded what was left of her shaky willpower. He was so big and handsome standing there in her tiny Victorian doorway, looking like an avenging Norse god, that it set her teethand bodyon edge. Gesturing lamely into her apartment, she finally capitulated. Fine. Come in. She turned and walked back to the kitchen counter, twisting her hands nervously into her roomy shirt as he followed her

inside and closed the door behind him. Immediately the room seemed twice as small, the breadth of his shoulders taking up most of the view. I was making some coffee. You want some? Not really waiting for a response, she resumed pouring the grinds into the base of a French press. Its industrial strength, since I hardly got any sleeeeep! Ethan! Sara shrieked as she found herself lifted and airborne, and she could only clutch at a thickly muscled

forearm as he spun her around and grabbed her up, plunking her unceremoniously on top of the kitchen counter and stepping between her legs. Saras eyes fluttered closed at the blissful, punishing pressure of his firm, masculine lips against hers. He rocked her lips open with his own, and his tongue boldly swept in to taste every soft, secret corner of her mouth, catching her startled, breathy cries with his own. Sara felt as though every nerve

in her body was alive and singing, and kissed him back with equal fervor. The riotous sensations shimmied and sparked along her skin, and when Ethans warm hands left her face to curl over her full bottom and bring her pliant form flush against the hot, hard length of him, all her reservations scattered like wind-blown ash. With a small whimper of defeat, she relented and coiled her arms around his neck and hung on for dear life, wrapping her legs around

his lean hips and rubbing her hot, pulsing core against his enormous tented erection. Without lifting his mouth from hers, he grasped her around the waist and strode over to one of the chairs around her kitchen table, settling her in his lap. There, he tore his lips away and they both sucked in some much needed air as he rocked her tantalizingly against the huge bulge in front of his jeans while his large hands roamed over her hips and lower back.

Lets get something straight right now, darlin, he rumbled as he smoothed back the tendrils of hair away from her face. Her eyes were wild and bright with need. Nevereverrun away from me and think that I wont come after you. You are mine, baby, and I always protect whats mine. Sara gulped in astonishment and fierce, blazing joyat the blatantly possessive statement, before her doubts kicked in. I didnt think youd really notice.

Ethan stiffened in shock. How the hell can you even think that? he said harshly, shaking her a little. Of course I noticed! Do you know what you put me through? I thought we were finally on the same page. We make love for hours and fall asleep together, only to have you sneak away without telling anyone. His thunderous expression was enough to have Sara bite her lip in sudden regret. I ought to paddle that gorgeous ass of yours until youre too sore to run

away ever again. B-but, we didnt, she said, thrumming with desire at his words and at the same time so incredibly self-conscious and wary. Make love, I mean. His eyebrow arched and his eyes flashed dangerously. Why do you say that, baby? he asked with deceptive casualness. Well, we didnt actually get a chance towe only, um, you know, with the vibrator Sara felt certain that she was a glowing,

radioactive red from embarrassment. She couldnt finish her sentence, couldnt say out loud that he had plied her with her fake pink cock until shed come like a banshee, but hadnt given her the real thing. Ethans mouth twisted sensually as he grasped her inner thighs with his large, work-roughened hands, plying the soft, fleshy area near the crease of her thigh until Sara thought shed go mad with the drugging sensation. Baby, dont

you know by now that everything I do with you is making love? he said in a low rumble, lowering his head to her navel and nudging the hem of her baggy shirt up with his face. He pulled the waistband of her leggings down along with her panties and pressed a hot, openmouthed kiss against her belly, right above the small triangle of fleecy dark hair. A strangled whimper escaped Sara, and she shifted restlessly in his hands while trying to tug her shirt back down.

She had a sudden flashback of the strippers waspish waist and miniscule shaved pubis encased in the G-string, and tried harder to tug Ethan face and fingers away from the damp curls at her pulsating core. Dont, please, she pleaded as she began to thrash. Im ugly down there, Ethan No, he countered, shaking her a little. She immediately stilled, startled by his intensity. No, baby, you are not ugly, anywhere. To

punctuate the point, he brought them both to their feet and claimed her slack mouth in an almost bruising, forceful kiss that made her groan deep into his mouth. When he tore his mouth away, she had her hands buried in his hair and they were both breathing like wolfhounds. Will you let me show you, now? he implored, his body radiating tension and need. I need to have you again. Its been too long, and I need you so badly. Sara

felt dizzy under his regard, unable to look away as she clung to him. The look in his eyes made her heart skip several beats and tremble from within. Burying her face in his neck to temporarily escape the disconcerting fierceness of his gaze, she nodded. She felt as though she would burst into a million pieces from the sheer joy of being in his arms again. Her defenses were shattered; he had come after her and against all odds was letting her

know he wanted her, had always wanted her. She simply didnt have the fortitude to deny him. Shielding the love for him that was no doubt shining out of her eyes, she stroked his raspy cheek and whispered ardently, Yes, please, Ethan. I want to feel you inside me. He stole her mouth again and again in deep, searching kisses, his tongue parting her lips and tangling with hers. Saras eyes fluttered closed in acquiescence as

his dark, intoxicating flavor washed over her. His deep groan of satisfaction made her heart sing. Suddenly he stood with her in his arms, causing her to shriek and her legs to fold around his lean hips for leverage. Dont let go, he ordered as he strode across the room while carrying her without a hint of exertion. He tumbled her on top of her queen-size comforter before she knew what was happening. He crawled toward her on all fours, looking every inch like

a determined predator that had spotted its prey. Damp and throbbing and breathless, Sara felt herself warm even further under his appraisal, and she bit her lower lip nervously, trying not to cover herself with her hands or the decorative pillows against her headboard. Ethans eyes were molten with heat and fascination, and he gently pulled her plump lower lip from between her teeth with his thumb. Unable to resist, Saras tongue snaked out to

sample the tart flavor of his skin, curling around his thumb daringly. As her mouth wrapped around the digit and suckled softly, Ethan snarled and snatched her up tightly against him again. She panted and moaned against his plundering mouth, and Ethan swallowed the sexy sounds while watching her through heavily lidded eyes. His mouth left hers briefly to press hot, biting kisses along the length of her neck, nuzzling into the rapidly beating

pulse at the base of her throat before claiming her swollen lips once more. Sara sighed and parted her lips, allowing his rough, velvety tongue to sweep into the warm cavern of her mouth and tangle with hers. He tasted warm and addictive, and his long fingers threaded themselves in her dark tresses as he sampled her mouth hungrily, giving her no reprieve. Their mouths created a warm, wet vortex so erotic it had her practically screaming into his

mouth. Tell meyou want me, he demanded in a tight voice between moist kisses, lambent desire etched into every feature of his arrestingly handsome face. Oh god, I want you, she replied, her lips a whisper away from his. He bit at her soft mouth encouragingly, claiming her lips again in a hungry open-mouthed kiss that had them both straining against each other. And that you need me, he

murmured, his fingers digging into her hips as she traced his lips with the tip of her tongue. Sara smiled as she looked up into his dark, fathomless eyes, alight with desire and a deeper, headier emotion that she was terrified to identify. I need you, Ethan. So much. She was rewarded with another soulstirring kiss as he shifted her in his lap, causing her eyes to flutter shut and her back to arch at the breathtaking sensation. Shed never

been on top before, and it was a heady feeling to be sitting astride him. And that you wont run away from me again. He gripped her tightly, almost as if he was terrified of her leaping off him. She shook her head. No, Im right here. I wont run away. Her legs were like jelly and werent likely to support her any time soon, not while he continued to grind his enormous erection into her like that

Tell me you love me. Huh? Stunned, Sara balanced on the precipice between mindaltering desire and disbelief, unsure of how to respond. Loved him? Of course she loved him, the big lout! Butshe didnt want him to know that, not until she was sure of how he felt first! She could only look at him with huge, unsure eyes, her breath choppy and loud, her damp palms pressing against his broad chest even as she strained to get closer to his nether parts.

II she gasped, unable to utter the words rising in her throat. No! She wouldnt say it first! If he didnt feel it back, it would destroy her, leave her defenseless and small. Her eyes stinging with regret, she wordlessly shook her head as he tried to bring her mouth under his again. Say it, he whispered hotly against her trembling lips, biting at them. As if sensing her recalcitrance, he yanked her soft shirt over her head, but stopped

short of pulling it off her completely. Instead, he brought her arms back down with the fabric tangled around her elbows and forearms, effectively trapping them to her sides and causing her naked breasts to thrust up as she struggled against the sudden confinement. Ethan, please, she pleaded, trembling with unspent desire and growing alarm. Say it. Ino, I cant Cant? Or wont? You can trust

me, baby. If you gave me such a gift, Id never throw it back in your face. He looked into her eyes, so handsome and earnest devilishly determined. and

Torn between the desires to kick him and kiss him, Sara struggled against the impromptu binding and reached for the convenient anger that the mere mention of her former boyfriend still roused in her. And suddenly Sara was inexplicably and unreasonably pissedpissed at Vegas showgirls

with their perfectly flat abs, at Angie for being blessed with both brains and beauty, at Ethan for being so damn adamant in his pursuit of her when she herself couldnt even figure out what about her would make a man like him not stray And furthermore, she was pissed at herself for allowing herself to fall head over heels in love with the sexy brute of a man a feeling she had never truly trusted, ever since her lying,

cheating ex had found it necessary to tell her that it was her weight that was preventing him from remaining faithful to her and not his rampant hormones. Sara could only shake her head as she gasped for breath, the erotic sensation of having her arms bound behind her only intensifying the feelings of desperation. He couldnt possibly want her like this, the early morning sunlight highlighting every bit of her imperfect body, from the extra

pounds on her middle to the saddlebags to her floppy boobs It was too much for her, and Sara felt the old familiar urge to hide under the covers. No, let me go! she cried, rising to her knees and finding herself unable to keep her balance. She yelped as fell sideways but Ethan had already grasped her around the legs and flipped her, yanking her leggings and underwear off in one motion so that her bare bottom was on display. With a strangled wail, she

buried her face into the comforter as she realized that her grossly swollen bottom was presented in broad daylight in front of him, cellulite and dimples and all. Let me up, dammit! she cried, flopping like a mackerel and trying to squirm away from him. Dont look at me! He was stronger than she and leveraged his weight against her thrashing form. Shhh, sweetheart, he murmured into her hairline, gently plucking the

pebbled nipples that still pouted for his touch. She felt his bare flesh against her back and realized that he had stripped off his shirt and unzipped his jeans, since she could feel the hot, thick ridge of his cock slide along the crease of her ass. She collapsed on the bed with a rough, frustrated sob, caught in his seductive web and craving his sure touch more than anything. Why wouldnt you want me to see you, hmmm? Ethan asked tenderly. Its all I could think

about on the trip back. You should know by now that I think youre gorgeous everywhere, sweetheart. Especially here. He stroked the tender, trembling flesh of her ass with his big hands and cupped the globes possessively. Damn, you are so sexy like this, all hot and wet and Reaching between her spread knees, he stroked her dripping cunt lips, dipping two fingers in to the knuckle and giving her snug, slick inner passage a delicious, intimate massage.

Tight, he rumbled. Baby, Im fucking shaking, I want you so bad. Mutual bouts of hot embarrassment and molten desire battled within her, and it was all so overwhelming that Sara buried her face into the mounded fabric beneath her. How can you possibly want me? she blurted into the bedspread, bound and shaking like a leaf. Im hideous and fat! Im never going to have buns of steel or a teeny-tiny waist like her! Now

will you please just let me up? Ethan stifled a mock-growl against her neck, although his ire was genuine. Not a chance. And what the hell are you babbling about? he demanded, his patience starting to wear thin. What do you mean, her? Whose buns? That dancer, she muttered hoarsely. Back in Vegas, at Gardens of Olympus. I saw you at the club, she was dancing for you. And you two looked like you were having a rockin good time. She

shot him a tilted glare from her awkward pose, her bent knees slipping and sliding against the silken bedclothes. Ethan groaned and shook his head. Was that why you ran away? All because I had to sit through a strip show for Seans bachelor party? Hah! You say it like it was some huge chore! It was! A painful one, and I have the bruises on my damn lap to prove it. Ethan slid his hands

underneath her and brought her back flush to his front. Sara, love, he murmured into her ear, it was a show. Acting. She doesnt mean a single thing to me. How can you think that Id want her, after what we shared was so amazing? Sara leaned into his touch even as she continued to protest. But Brian always said that I was pretty vanilla in bed, and I thought we were just scratching an itch. I told you I didnt expect anything more, but if we keep going like thisoh,

god, how am I going to stand it when you leave me for good? she asked plaintively, turning her face away in misery. Ethan remained poised behind her, silent and unmoving, and she struggled to look over her shoulder and see his face. Suddenly, he pushed her back facedown on the bed and there was a whistling of air as unexpected pain exploded on her left buttock. Sara shrieked, shock replacing embarrassment. Fuck! The jackass had spanked

her!

Chapter Eleven
You will not speak of yourself like that again, do you hear me? Ethan muttered through gritted teeth. He rained steady slaps down on her exposed ass as Sara scowled and yelled, not hard enough to bruise but enough to get her attention. Im tired of hearing you put yourself down. He punctuated the statement with a resounding slap to her rump, followed by two more. Say that you have an

awesome ass. No way! Sara shrieked without a moments hesitation, and cried out at the rapid-fire smacks her bottom immediately received as warning. For good measure, he landed a few deliberate smacks on the tender skin of her inner thighs too, making her gasp and squeal loudly. Say it. Ethans nimble fingers danced between the crease of her buttocks between each swat, making her head swim and

abdomen clench with need. She could feel herself starting to drip copious amounts of honey down each thigh The slight sting of his wide, flat hand as it made repeated contact with her soft bottom was at first mortifying, and then strangely arousing and after a few minutes, Sara found herself quaking with unspent need and sobbing into her bedspread as her hips lifted her bottom in anticipation of each stroke, each one accompanied by

Ethans low demand that she acknowledge the truth, that she was beautiful in his eyesand that her ass was awesome. Shit! She was kinky, and shed never even known it! Ethan, she keened, hoarse with longing. I cant take any more. My arms I need to touch you. Her tethered arms were beginning to ache and she longed to feel his smooth, burnished skin under her palms, to stroke the firm planes of his chest and abdomen. But most of

all she wanted a chance to taste and tease his thick cock again, to drive him so far over the bend as he was doing to her. He was breathing hard as he leaned low to whisper in her ear. All you have to do is tell me the truth, baby. I have, Sara began in a halting voice, half-muffled by bedspread, an awesomeass. Instantly, the steady swats ceased. Needy from head to toe and roused to the point of incoherence,

Sara could only mewl and pump the air hungrily with her hips, so turned-on that she no longer cared what she might look like from his vantage point. His thick arms wound around her again and lifted her warm, reddened backside against his steely veined cock, the voluptuous curves naturally finding their niche against his hard and heavy groin. She arched back even as her arms remained immobile against her sides, driving the cleft of her ass

harder against his dick as one big hand pressed against her rounded belly to hold her snug against him and the other palmed her bountiful, quivering breasts. His hot breath scorched her ear as he tenderly bit the side of her neck, and she gasped for breath. So fucking beautiful, he muttered against her shoulder. And all mine. He stroked the globes of her breasts and carefully pinched and tugged on the dark velvety tips, and grunted in

satisfaction at the broken cries of pleasure that tumbled from her lips. Who do these belong to, baby? he demanded, his voice raspy and dark with need. Sara could only shake her head against the urge to crow that she was his, unable to take the final plunge and admit her need for him. It was too much, too intense, she would be completely undone if he had his way Ethans clever, kneading hands became more insistent, continuing

to manipulate her pebble-hard nipples as two long, thick fingers on his other hand stroked the sensitive cleft between her legs and slid deep inside her hot, soaked snatch. She let loose with a broken wail, tossing her head back against him, wanting more than anything to claw at his arm and ride his thick fingers harder, faster, into oblivion. Say it. I know you feel it too, baby. Dont be afraid, let it go. He added another finger, pressing harder against the swollen,

sensitized tissues in an intimate massage with each pass, enjoying the feel of her rapid pulse from deep within her. Saras thighs trembled, splayed in a wide vee as she cried out again in agonized pleasure, arching and thrashing back against his massive frame. Tell me, he demanded through clenched teeth, rubbing her distended clit with his thumb in a sultry, ceaseless rhythm. Just tell me who you belong to. Sara could only sob in response,

almost insensate with the need to come. Sensory overload was causing her to buck uncontrollably at each pass of her clit by his rough fingers, and she felt the ready tight coil of a monstrous orgasm build low in her stomach, knotting her muscles and causing her to arch like the prow of a ship, her deep-rose nipples pointing the way. His free hand stroked her from stem to stern, and all her focus was centered on the scorching hot throbbing cock that was at present

pillowed against her ass and the conflagration he was inciting at the center of her Ethan soothed her with soft murmured words against her ear even as his touches grew even more possessive and fierce. Ill give you everything youre asking for, sweetheart, I promise, he said huskily, giving her clit another lush upstroke. Tell me youre mine, he all but growled, his hands and lips and voice demanding her response, no quarter given. He tumbled her

onto her back and placed her legs high on his shoulders before Sara knew what was happening, and lined his rampant cock along the slick opening of her sex. Say it. His eyes pierced hers, commanding her to give into the feeling, to take the fall with him Yes, yes, yours, only yours! Ethan! I love you! Sara wailed and strained against her bound arms as Ethan finally plunged into her with his huge cock, filling her so completely that it bordered on

pain. He snarled in cadence with her choking screams as he pumped his full length into her savagely, robbing her of her breath and sanity. She gloried in the feel of his uninhibited response, the knowledge that she had driven him to this frenzied state. His gauging thrusts were uncontrolled and roughhe was relentless as he drove his steely veined cock deep into her dripping, convulsing cunt over and over and over again, all the while tugging her pouting

nipples in counterpoint and swallowing her hoarse cries. She was already poised on the brink when he reached down between them and firmly pinched her slick, distended clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Sara threw her head back and emitted a high-pitched scream as she erupted in a shattering, allencompassing climax. She heard Ethan shout in accompaniment, the deep, pulsing contractions too much for him to bear as her entire

body bucked uncontrollably. His cock twitched and thrummed deep inside her womb as Sara continued to emit shrill bleats with each eddying contraction, the riotous sensations continuing to course through her for several minutes before finally tapering off. She began to crumple forward, but Ethan caught her up with infinite gentleness against his soaked, heaving chest. When Sara came to her senses some minutes later, she was lying

in Ethans arms atop his massive chest. She felt featherlight kisses being pressed into her temple and the crown of her head as Ethan pushed her wet sweatshirt down completely off her arms so that she was able to sling them limply around his shoulders. He cradled her as she straddled his lap, her head leaning wearily against his firm, masculine shoulder. Absently, she pressed a kiss to it and tasted the salt-slicked skin, still dazed by the magnitude of her

orgasm and the quivering aftershocks that she could still feel deep within her body. She felt Ethan slide his hands along the sides of her face to lift it so that she could meet his earnest gaze. Baby, I know you think that Im playing fast and loose here, but you should know thats just not me. His voice, rough with spent passion, rang with sincerity. What we have together is different deeper, more. I love you. Sara. Dazed and exhausted from their

lovemaking, Sara could only stare deep into his eyes without blinking and marvel at the absence of guile she saw there. You love me? You love me? He nodded solemnly, his firm lips unsmiling. Sara stared at him incredulously, knowing that her mouth was gaping like a fishs and that her words were slurring. W-when? How? When? He sighed and stroked a long finger down her cheek. For about

a year now. I knew as soon as I met you that I wanted to get to know you better. Being around you for as long as I have, without being able to touch you or show you Damn, that was some brand of torture. I never knew Mm-hmm. You mean you never let yourself see. It was pretty obvious, to everyone but you, of course. Ethan, I feel likelike this is happening to someone else. Ive

wanted to be with you for so long, you seea part of me still doesnt believe it. Its a lot to take in. That was the understatement of the century. Sara felt giddy with the rush of his admission, buoyant and effervescent like a soap bubble that was ready to burst, but her natural reticence refused to relinquish its final hold on her. She still felt a twinge of fear and doubt, unable to fully accept and trust his feelings toward her. So, what happens now?

Ethan looked down at her and arched a single brow. Now? We live happily ever after, of course. Sara bit her lip. I dont know if I believe in happily ever after yet, she replied softly, ducking her head into his shoulder and resting there a moment. Its a lot to take in, Ethan, she continued tremulously. What if it turns out that Im not enough for you? Trust me. Youre more than Ive ever hoped for. His eyes were hot on her face, caressing her

features and baring his soul to her. She idly twirled her finger into the silky mat of hair on his chest, but didnt say anything. Ill prove it to you. Her eyebrows shot up at that. What do you mean? Youve been burned pretty bad, baby, and whether you admit it or not, you still dont entirely trust that I want you just the way you are. So, Im going have to prove it to you.

How? He shrugged. Time. Trust me, my feelings for you arent going to change. And I want to be there when you finally come around to acknowledging yours. Sara smiled tremulously, relieved that he knew her so well and could anticipate her fears. Her heart lurched with joy even as she strove to remain as calm and matter-of-fact as he did. Thank you. You shouldnt have to settle for a commitment-phobic, plus-

sized wallflower, but I do love you. So much. She punctuated the declaration with a lingering kiss to the underside of his strong, square jaw, arching in pleasure as his hands coursed over her hips and thighs hungrily in response. Dont make me spank you again, he growled into her ear. She blushed, and Ethan grinned as he pressed her even closer to his side. You really dont mind? Taking it slow, one day at a time, with me?

His countenance turned serious. Baby, you can have all the time you need to see that what we have is real and binding. Im not going anywhere. I love you. And I want to be with you, above all else. He urged her atop him and gently raised her enough so that the tip of his renewed cock teased her tender, damp opening, sliding over her engorged clit before bringing her back down on him until his entire length was pulsing once again deep inside her snug, wet sheath.

Sara slipped her arms around his neck as her breath caught in her throat, and his cock withdrew teasingly only to slide deep inside her molten core again. Love you, she gasped as her eyes fluttered shut. You couldnt possibly know how much. A broken cry was torn from her as his large hands grasped her hips and delivered a series of short, hard, rapid thrusts from beneath her. She threw her head back and struggled to catch her breath, already feeling

the wild, simmering tension build once again low in her belly. Thank you for finally taking a chance on me. You wont be sorry, baby. Ethans voice was rough and hungry, his eyes absorbing her every unschooled response to his lovemaking with avid pleasure. His long fingers sought the pouting tuft of flesh between her legs and plied it gently, then not so gently. A chance on us, she corrected on a gasp, palming his chest muscles and sinking the pads of her

fingers deep into the resilient muscle. She knew instinctively that to gamble on their love would be the safest bet shed ever made. And I think our odds are looking really good. Ill tell you what else is looking really good, Ethan rumbled. His eyes were fixed on her swaying breasts as she bounced slickly on his cock. Saras laughter melted into moans as he tumbled her back onto the bed, relishing the substantial

weight and feel of him within her and around her. He held her trembling thighs high and wide with his huge hands as his blisteringly hot cock slid unerringly into her and began rocking her toward another shattering climax. Saras last coherent thought was that she owed her best friend one hell of a wedding present for her bridesmaid gift. Ethan was definitely the gift that kept on giving. And giving.

And, oh, giving

Epilogue
Nine Months Later Babe, Im back! At the sound of the key in the front door, Sara looked up from the omelets she was making for dinner and quickly turned down the flame under the pan. Ethan entered the kitchen still shaking the rain from his closecropped dark hair before handing her a grocery bag containing cold wine, bagged salad and a crusty loaf of bread.

Whew, its really coming down right now. Ethan caught Sara around the waist and spun her around, pressing a damp, warm kiss squarely on her lips. With a sigh of contentment, she snaked her arms around his broad neck and tried to convey without words how much she loved him, missed him, needed him Strong arms yanked her tight into his embrace as he tasted her deeper, the hot stroke of his insistent tongue against hers

making her head swim and knees knock. They had been happily alternating between her apartment in Noe Valley and his in the Mission District for several months now, and both had become synonymous with home. Her belongings had found their way into several of his bedroom dressers, and her bathroom medicine cabinet now housed his electric shaver and aftershave. They had adopted a lovely little routine they spent long, lazy weekends

together and on weekdays alternated cooking dinner, talking for hours over the meal and then later in bed. Sara was addicted to his fiery, uninhibited brand of lovemaking, which never failed to thrill her to the tips of her toes and send her into orgasmic heights. He tasted like cinnamonflavored gum and warm male, a delicious combination. A low, panting moan escaped her as he rubbed his tongue against hers. She felt rather than heard Ethan growl

in his throat as he tasted her mouth thoroughly, his large square hands kneading her plump buttocks, trying to press her even closer against his growing erection. She wanted to claw his shirt off and jump him like a lioness on a gazelle, but she fought against the wave of lust that threatened to subsume her better judgment and with reluctance tore her lips away from his searching mouth. He blinked and shook his head as though to clear it. Fuck dinner. I

want you. Sara laughed huskily and leaned her forehead against his damp one. Me, too. But my omelets are burning. Damn straight they are, he said, curving his big hands possessively over her bubble-butt. Cmon. Lets take a hot shower together and make love. He nipped at her full lower lip before bringing her hard against him and pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against her throat. I havent been

inside you for at least ten hours, he cajoled in that dark, rumbling tone designed to make her nipples harden and cunt flutter in response. Im starting to feel neglected. She smiled against his lips but shook her head. Uh-uh, you grab the place settings and glasses. Plenty of time for that later. She sashayed back to the stove, ignoring her mans good-natured grumbling. Her man. She knew shed never get over the thrill of that glorious statement. She quickly dished up

the omelets, grabbed the dressed salad sitting on the counter and placed them on the small eat-in breakfast nook. Red or white? White, please, she answered, smiling as he poured the icy golden liquid into a goblet for her and kissed her bare shoulder. Sighing happily, Sara looked down at her place setting and paused. A rectangular velvet box sat next to her plate. Whats this?

Hmmm? Oh, thats a little something I had made and wanted to give to you. His voice gave nothing away as he started in on his omelet. Sara took a fortifying glug of wine and gave him a curious sidelong glance, but didnt move. Well? Arent you going to open it? Inexplicably nervous, Sara popped the lid open with one hand and froze. Ethan turned and leaned into her, all pretense of eating

abandoned. She choked a little, and then managed to find her voice. Isis this what I think it is? Ethan nodded solemnly, still not saying anything but his intense golden eyes never leaving her face. She lifted the item out of the box reverentlya full, pristine set of freshly made keys to the front door of his building complex. Happiness bloomed in her chest, and she was about to throw her arms around his

neck and accept them laughingly, when she saw it. Dangling from the key chain, right next to a delicate silver charm shaped like a pair of dice, was a glittering platinum ring with a halfdozen channel-set diamonds. And suddenly Sara found that all the air had left the room. She found herself gathered in Ethans arms and cradled to his chest. He was looking down at her with entreaty in his eyes, the tense set of his jaw betraying without

words how unsure he was at the moment. He held her as if he was afraid she would slip through his fingers. The keys and the ring are yours to keep, sweetheart, no matter what, he said. Im not expecting an answer, and I wont rush you into anything youre not ready for. You know me, Im happy enough just to be near you. He pressed a gentle, lingering kiss on her parted lips before he continued. I need you to understand how deep in this

I am. I love you, baby, so much. Would you maybe consider moving in with me? Sara marveled at the earnest, adoring look on Ethans face, her heart in her throat and her eyes stinging. God, he was wonderful. Hed been so patient with all her personal hang-ups, her body issues, and he still made her feel as though she was the sexiest woman alive, never hesitating to let her know how much he desired her and that he found her beautiful just the way

she was. His devotion and pride in her company was a healing balm, and made her absolutely wild for him. She glanced down at the keys in her palm, testing their weight, basking in the glow of having a man love her enough and be secure enough to give her the power to choose. But there was really no choice at all. Sara shook head slowly. Ethan, I dont know if I want a permanent roommate, she began, noting the

flash of disappointment on Ethans face, so brief that she wouldnt have caught it unless shed been looking for it, and the slight tightening of his arms around her before he relaxed and nodded in understanding. Biting back a smile, she continued. Im kind of an oldfashioned girl. Id prefer to just be your wife. For a long moment, Ethan stared at her. He blinked in confusion. Sara stared right back without

speaking. He lifted an eyebrow and unfettered joy slowly began to replace trepidation, bringing a glowing light into his intense gaze. Youreyoure saying yes? She bit her lip at the swell of unexpected emotion that caused her throat to tighten and her eyes to sting. Ethan stood before her, strong and silent and his eyes filled with so much hope and love that she could hardly fathom it. With trembling hands, Sara flipped the key chain open, popped off the

gleaming platinum-and-diamond band and handed it to him with a cheeky, if watery, grin. He grasped it and looked deep into her eyes as he slid it securely onto her ring finger. She noted with pleasure that it was a perfect fit, just as they were. She looked up at him and said, Yes. Yes! Ethan crowed, sweeping her off the stool in his massive arms and spinning her around the room. Yes, yes, yes, he continued to mutter between loud, smacking

kisses on her eyes, nose, mouth, anywhere he happened to land. Sara laughed in delight and clung to him, kicking her feet in glee as he claimed her smiling mouth in a deep, soul-stirring kiss. She moaned and returned it fervently, sliding her hands along his strong jaw and caressing his whisker-roughened cheeks. Even in her elation, she noted that they were heading straight to his bedroom down the hall, and anticipation began to simmer low in her stomach.

I swear, you wont regret it, he vowed as he plopped her on the bed and crawled in after her, chucking his sweater and unzipping his pants in the process. Sara flushed a little at his eagerness and followed suit, pulling off her leggings and T-shirt. He gathered her in his arms and gazed down at her reverently. I love you so much, and Im going to make you so happy. You already do, Sara whispered through swollen lips,

pressing her aching breasts against his chest. Every single day. And night. He kissed down her throat in a lingering path. I know the perfect way to celebrate, he rumbled, his hands and lips already busy driving his fiance to distraction. Hmmm? How? Sara was only half-conscious of what she was saying. She was trying to retain her sensibilities, but Ethan was doing that wicked, wicked thing with his tongue on her earoh, god

There was a small click, and a whirring sound filled the air. Saras eyes flew open in surprise to encounter Ethans devilish grin, and she burst out laughing when she saw what he held in his hand. A familiar-looking pink vibrator, thick and smooth, glittered in the dim light of the bedroom. As Ethan pressed the vibrating wand against the globes of her breasts and her turgid nipples, Saras merriment quickly turned to gasping sighs and mewls, and her eyes fluttered shut

against the delicious sensation. We should take a little trip down memory lane. Ethans voice had grown gritty with What do you think? desire.

Oh yes, please, Sara pleaded, already tugging him on top of her and pressing upward to rub her dripping wet center against the outrageous erection that tented his cargo pants. Her ring shone against her hand as she stroked the planes of his chest in encouragement, her head falling back in pleasure.

With a smile, Ethan got down to the business of turning her insideout with pleasurea joyous, heartstopping ride that made Sara thank her lucky stars for their Sin City tryst.

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