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His gaze bounces from me to Layton and back again. “You sure?”

“She’s very sure.” Layton squeezes me with one of her hugs. “You’re right; he’s a lot of fun to tease.”

Dallas gazes at me meaningfully. “It’s not very nice of you to do that.”

“Layton didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Wasn’t talking about her.”

Aiden steps into view, and Layton lets go of me. “Time to get some info,” she mutters, adjusting her pearl necklace so the diamond clasp is showing. I think she rubs it for luck. “Oh, Aiden. Let’s have a little chat, sugar.”

Aiden looks less than pleased to have been caught out in the open. “Fine,” he growls as he grabs Layton by the arm. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

“You can help me pick out my room while you tell me everything,” Layton chirps.

“Are you sure she’s okay with him?” Dallas asks as they walk away, Aiden is tall, muscular, and imposing while Layton looks like a dainty, tropical butterfly in her Lily Pulitzer sheath dress.

“She’s all steel where it counts,” I assure him, but I’m going to keep an eye on Aiden anyway. “I would feel better if you’d help me look out for her. She’s not in the best place right now.”

“Your best friend will be like the little sister I never had.”

“There you go with those romantic lines again.” I steal a kiss and grab his wrist, tugging him along with me as I practically skip to the house. “Let’s go pick our room.”

*

Our first afternoon in Miami is spent in the bedroom we picked out. The bed is large enough to sleep a dozen people, but Dallas insists the two of us will be a tight fit.

“Kiss me,” he orders as I lower myself onto his hard cock.

Without waiting for me to comply, he grabs the back of my head and gently forces me to him, our mouths meeting in a clash of tongues and teeth. He presses up, and I cry out in pleasure.

“I’m so full of you.”

“I know.” He kneads one of my butt cheeks. “Ride me, Paige. Show me how much you want my cock.”

I sit up, desire rushing over me as his eyes gleam. Raising my hands above my head, I thrust out my breast and roll my hips. “How’s this?”

“Almost got it.” His hands come to rest on my waist, guiding me into a steady pace that makes my breasts bounce and my clit hit against his groin. “So fucking beautiful.”

He raises up, capturing a nipple in his mouth and tugging with his teeth. Sparks of pleasure and pain twine and make a straight path for my clit. He sucks hard and moves my hips fast while he rams his cock into me from below. This isn’t a careful, making-love moment… it’s more than that.

Suddenly, he flips me on to my back and lifts my leg over his shoulder, opening me wider to him. He slides deeper, his eyes closing, then opening again as he groans my name. “Grab the headboard.”

I grab onto the leather straps I thought were for decorative purposes only and hold on. Dallas plants his elbows in the bed and hovers over me, only inches of space separating us. He dips his head, teasing my nipples and sucking on them until they are swollen from the stubble on his face and his less-than-gentle ministrations.

With a devious look in his eyes, he pulls almost all the way out but keeps sucking on my nipples until I’m a writhing, hot mess who’s on the edge of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Put your cock back in me.”

“How bad do you want it?” He shifts so only the tip goes in, and my pussy clamps down on it.

“So bad.” I try to raise my hips, but his weight keeps me pinned and unable to move. “You’re being cruel. Mean. A tease.”

“Can’t have that.” He surges forward, going so deep my neck arches and I moan his name. “That’s right. I’m the one owning you. Say my name again.”

“Dallas, Dallas, Dallas.”

He licks my neck and bites down on the side, his hips rolling against mine and creating a friction so intoxicating that I can’t remember my name. Only his.

We roll again, with me on top. “Make those perfect tits bounce.”

I ride him for all I’m worth, my breasts jiggling so hard I know they’ll be sore later. He presses his thumb against my clit, and I whimper until he adds pressure. Then he starts to flick it, almost smacking me there over and over until I can’t stop chanting his name.

I can’t stop moving. Can’t stop reaching for the orgasm he’s giving to me. I want it so bad, but he keeps me at the edge. Keeps me writhing on top of him and grinding down to take as much of his thick length inside of me as he’ll let me have.

He leans up, latching onto my nipple and flicking my clit even harder. I come apart.

Burst into flames.

Become nothing more substantial than a wisp of smoke as my orgasm goes on and on. I’m barely aware of him flipping me to my stomach, pulling up my hips, and pushing inside of me with a single thrust. His fingers dig into my hips and I’m back in my body, pushing against him and wanting more as he finds his own release.

Dallas groans above me, making sexy sounds that let me know he’s more than satisfied. When he pulls out, he disposes of the condom, then kisses his way down my back and up again, only to roll me and take my lips in a soft, sweet kiss that is in direct contrast with our sexual frenzy.