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Author: Jennifer Probst

“You were young. Raw. Our first loves are the ones who define us, who teach us lessons and make us stronger. You’ve grown and know who you are. Look at the way you protect your sister and look out for her. You take care of the ones you love.”

The breath whooshed from his lungs. The simplicity of her words rocked his core, the understanding on her face without pity or judgment, just acceptance. Of him. A surge of heat took hold, stiffening his dick, and her eyes widened as she reacted immediately to the lust that pulsed in every pore and demanded he sate his hunger. There was only one way to express himself and dump the whirling emotions needing outlet.

“Slade—”

“I want you. Again.”

He gripped her arms and flipped her on her back, climbing on top to straddle her. The gorgeous bared curves of her body lured him to taste and touch every inch, until she wiggled and begged for mercy. With a growl, he lowered his head to rub his stubbled jaw against the softness of her br**sts, his hands urging her thighs wide apart. She moaned and allowed him full access. Her n**ples stood tight and hard, and he licked them, nibbling and teasing until her skin quivered and her br**sts were swollen. “I love your br**sts. One day, I intend on making you come just by licking them. I wonder how long it will take before you beg for mercy?”

She shuddered, and he laughed low in satisfaction. Using his thumbs to pull her engorged lips apart, he slid his fingers back and forth over her wet, pink folds. Teased her cl*t to a hard nub. Then delved into her channel. She sucked him in with pure greed, and her fists beat the mattress in agony, held on the verge of an orgasm without a way to get there. A violent rush of possessiveness claimed him, making him want to give this woman excruciating pleasure, to give her a memory she’d never forget, to demand her complete surrender of everything she was, good and bad, light and dark, inside and outside until there was nothing left he didn’t own.

He curled his fingers and dove deep, hitting the sweet spot as she screamed. “How bad do you want me?” he asked, loving her fierce reaction and the way she demanded her pleasure.

“I can’t take any more, please, let me come.”

“You can take more. Give me more.” He kept up the rotating thrusts, while he nibbled on the sensitive flesh of her belly, then back up to her br**sts to suck hard on the strawberry tips. Her heels dug into the mattress, her panting breaths filling the room.

“I’ll do anything, Slade, anything, please.”

Her pretty begging made the skin on his c*ck pull and tighten. He wasn’t going to last long, the driving need to be inside of her fogged his mind and intentions to sexually tease and torture her. But he’d have his revenge. Now.

“Beg me again, Kate. But call me counselor.”

She gasped, but was too far gone to deny him. Her p**sy clamped down and drenched his fingers, his teeth poised on the hard nub of her nipple, waiting for the final break.

“Counselor! Please make me come!”

The sweet words hit his ears the same time he drove three fingers hard into her tight, soaked channel.

She clenched and shattered around him. Her muscles gave up the fight and her whole body shuddered, while he kissed her deep, drunk on the taste of her honey, which was sweeter than cotton candy. She’d barely stopped convulsing when he ripped open the condom, covered himself, and drove home.

His.

The mantra echoed in his brain as his dick pounded her hard, taking her back up with raw, controlled motions. She fell into the second orgasm easily, with his name on her lips. He followed her over the edge and took a leap he’d been denying himself for years, giving himself up completely to this moment, the orgasm not only seizing his body but going much deeper, until there was nothing left of him.

Slade kissed her cheeks and smoothed back her hair. She was already falling into a half sleep, and he quickly disposed of the condom, joining her back in bed and holding her tight. He allowed himself to tumble into slumber with a final thought flickering through his mind.

What had she done to him?

Slade slept.

Chapter Eleven

KATE GROANED AND shoved her face into the pillow. She surfaced from the hazy world of sleep and noticed a few details. She clung to the side of her bed when she normally slept right in the middle. A heavy scent hung in the air, deliciously musky and sinful. And why did her thighs and legs feel like they were on fire? She ached deep in her muscles, especially between her legs. Fragments of memory shifted past her.

Kate jerked up, eyes bugging out of her head.

Oh. My. God.

She’d slept with Slade Montgomery.

Kate squeezed her eyes shut as images of last night hit her full force. Begging him to do bad things to her. His mouth between her legs while she called him counselor. His wicked growl when he told her to give it up. All of it.

And she had.

“Wanna go for round twenty-four?”

Her eyes flew open. She gazed open-mouthed at the vision before her. Jeans riding low on hips. Bare-chested and revealing an endless expanse of toasty brown skin. Golden hair tousled and falling seductively over his forehead. Dark stubble darkening his jaw and framing those lush, full lips that were made for sin and teased endless orgasms from her throughout the night. Oh, God, was that an erection? His jeans clearly showed a massive shape pushing out from the fabric. Kate gulped. Why wasn’t she experienced with this stuff? She wished she were cool like Kennedy. No way was she walking around without clothes either, especially in the harsh morning light. That mole on her ass was definitely not her strong suit. She pushed back her hair, wondered how bad she looked, and tried to gather some composure. “Umm, I d-d-don’t think so. I need t-t-to walk Robert.”

“Already done.”

She frowned. “What do you mean? He never goes out with anyone but me and Gen.”

Those broad shoulders lifted. “Went with me. I watched you work the cart before, so I figured it out quick. He peed and pooped. I found the kibble in the cupboard and gave him fresh water.”

Irritation buzzed through her. What was he doing taking over her routine? This was her house. Her life. Feeling ridiculous and grumpy, she held the sheet tight to her br**sts. “Oh. Well, thank you. I need to make the coffee.”

“It’s brewing now.”

She stuck out her chin. “My pot is old as dirt and barely works. I better help.”

His lip quirked. “Haven’t met a coffeemaker I couldn’t tame in this century. Why don’t you take a moment and relax? I’ll bring you a cup.”

He strode from the doorway and disappeared.

Why was she so angry? Maybe it was the casual expertise and good humor he revealed in the morning after. How many had he experienced? Dozens? Hundreds?

The scurry of paws on the floor broke her depressing thoughts. Robert raced into her room and paused beside her. Kate grinned. “Bedtime?”

Two barks.

She reached down and lifted him onto the bed. Robert loved snuggle time after his morning walk. He smelled fresh and doggy at the same time, and she pressed her forehead against his and enjoyed the comfort of his love, no questions asked, no fear, and no holding back.

God, she loved him.

She lay back on the pillows and stroked his belly. What did she do now? Wait for coffee and then have the “talk”? At least she would get her touch back. She had satisfied every dark desire and given him everything. If that didn’t do it, she’d face the knowledge her gift was gone forever.

The idea of acknowledging a perfect night and watching him go on other dates she set up made her belly lurch. Could she continue trying to match him? She still hadn’t proven her talent and confirmed his sister was safe. But there was only one thought that kept echoing in her head.

He was hers.

Crazy, yes. But she didn’t want to be cool and pretend she didn’t have deeper feelings than she did. Maybe she’d break her cardinal rule and take him off the Kinnections list so he could be hers? After all, he’d mentioned before that it was silly to keep fighting their attraction. If she opened herself up, they had the potential of having a real relationship. Exploring each other to see if they fit in other ways than in bed.

Her phone vibrated from the nightstand. She checked the text that had streamed in. From Hannah.

Hi Kate! Really enjoyed my date with Slade. I think he’s the one! Hasn’t called back yet though. Have you heard any feedback from our meeting? Hate being stalker type so figured I’d check with my fave matchmaker first. Thanks, as always for everything.

Crapola.

Kate stared at the smiley face at the end of Hannah’s text and got sicker. Somehow, she had stolen Hannah’s man. In a twisted way, of course. Not on purpose, of course. Emma’s text had streamed in the other day, gleefully informing her they had a great date and she was waiting for his call. While her clients waited, she was in bed with him.

Bad karma.

She groaned. Get it together. Slade hadn’t connected with Hannah or Emma, and there was nothing to do about it. She’d call them as soon as she got into the office and break it to them gently. Kate had been the bad news breaker many times. In this business, breakups and non-connections were job hazards but part of the journey. She always hated when one client liked another more, but had nailed that speech down like a pro.

She just needed to make sure they didn’t know the real truth.

Slade came in with two steaming mugs. Kate cleared her throat. “My mouth’s watering.”

He handed her a mug and arched a brow. “For me or the coffee?”

She gurgled a laugh. He was so damn arrogant and sexy. “Coffee.”

“Bummer.”

She sipped the hot brew, then looked up. “How’d you know I like it black?”

“No cream or half-and-half in the refrigerator. Sugar bowl is hidden. I took a chance.”

“Very nice, counselor.”

Green eyes blazed with stinging heat. “I don’t think I’ll ever hear that term and not think about your face when I made you come.”

Her cheeks pinkened and she buried her nose in her coffee. Robert gave a doggy moan and sank into the fluffy goose down comforter. Slade’s low laugh drifted across the room. “God, you’re sexy when you blush. All fire and brimstone one moment, all shy virgin the next.”

Boy. If he only knew.

At least his words caught her sense of challenge. She kept her voice measured. “Have you been using that famous charm to manipulate others your whole life? Just remember you didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want.”

His intimate gaze dropped to the sheet she held tight against her chest. Her n**ples poked through the satin in an effort to come out and play. “That’s what made it sweeter,” he growled. “Knowing you liked begging.”

Wetness leaked from her thighs. Kate realized she was already too far gone. She’d never get enough of him. She ached for him to take her again, though she was sore. His c*ck responded to the unspoken need of her body and sprang to life. Her mouth watered to taste him, feel his hot, full length stretching her lips wide and controlling his pleasure. Slade muttered a curse, put his mug down on the table, and walked toward her. With gentle motions, he lifted Robert from the bed and placed him back on the floor. Transfixed, she allowed him to take her own cup and rip back the sheet.

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