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combination did exactly as Jake had said.
    It made her want it all. Made her feel ready to explode.
    He scooped his arms under her, cupping around her back and lifting her torso against his. Her arms and legs ached to encircle him. To hold him tight and not let him go. He fastened his mouth on the sensitive juncture between her neck and shoulder and finally—finally—he moved. A slow, steady pace of thrusts that made her body sing.
    Her head dropped back and she reveled in the pleasure. A moan grew from the depths of her chest and was released on a long, low exhale. His mouth found her nipple once again, the hot, wet moisture and following bite firing straight to her pussy.
    “Jake,” she cried. His name was the only coherent thought she could make. Everything else was focused on how she felt. Exactly as he’d wanted. The rustling of the sheets as they moved, the low rasp that came from Jake with each drive, the hot, slick wetness of their bodies as they rubbed together. Every sound, every touch added to the swirling feeling of combustion igniting within her.
    A deep, guttural grunt echoed in her ear as Jake increased the pace, his rhythm becoming harder, more urgent. “Cali,” he groaned. The hint of desperation in the single word eased into her like a small river of hope.
    The deep, musky smell of sex and sweat and Jake surrounded her—them. She was so close, her body tingled everywhere, even her toes. She could feel the build, the rising crest like a wave slowly climbing to a height and holding right before it broke and crashed upon the rocks below.
    And again, as if he could read her mind, he read her body. Suddenly his hand was there, in between them, his finger rubbing over her aching and swollen clit, pressing hard with the thrust of his cock.
    “Come for me, Cali.”
    Instantly she flew. Her mind completely blanked behind the darkness as every nerve and cell in her body spasmed and convulsed into another mind-shattering orgasm.
    Vaguely she recognized that sound was coming from her mouth, but it was a mix of incoherent words, whimpers and probably curses. Then she felt him tense, along with a series of quick hard drives that ended in a deep, guttural moan of his own.
    Cali was lost in the moment.
    She writhed against him, sweat making them sleek and smooth where they rubbed each other. The muscles on his back bunched and strained through his release, the ripple of movement running against her palms in an erratic rhythm.
    Slowly her muscles relaxed, her mind returning to conscious thought as she struggled to once again catch her breath. Their heavy pants mingled in the air, and then the blindfold was gone. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light and come into focus.
    What she saw stole the breath she was desperately trying to regain.
    Jake was watching her with an intensity that crossed into intimate. The chiseled angles of his face were relaxed. His eyes searched hers, looking for something she was incapable of comprehending. Sweat soaked the ends of his hair and one lone bead of moisture ran a lazy trail down the side of his face.
    “You let go,” he stated quietly, but a lazy curl of his lips softened the curt statement.
    It was only then she realized her arms circled his shoulders. His skin was hot and smooth under her hands.
    “Sorry,” she whispered, the moment too intimate to break with noise.
    He gave a low chuckle. “A perfect sub, you’re not.”
    She shrugged, unable to define if his comment was a reprimand or a praise. “I’ve never been one before. I have no idea what a perfect sub is,” she told him honestly. “But I liked everything you did.” She licked her lips, her hands running lazy circles over his back. “Thank you.”
    His gaze held hers, his mouth thinning briefly before he shifted, pulled out and rolled away, deftly removing the condom and disposing of it. She shivered, a reflex to the sudden absence of his heat. He stood and efficiently moved to undo the cuffs