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admitted, the sweat beading on his forehead. He wiped it away impatiently with his forearm. “You are full of surprises, Rachel. Or is it still Ms. Dare?”
    I opened my mouth to answer, and he drove a yelp out of me with another hard thrust. He laughed as I glowered at him.
    “Rachel will be sufficient,” I said coolly, biting my lip through another groan. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I control my reactions to him? Was it really that good?
    When I met his next thrust with my own, I was able to answer my own question. Yes, yes it was that good. The head of his cock was in perfect synch with my G-spot, and when we completed a thrust together, his pelvis made contact with my clit. It was a perfect storm, one I’d never experienced before. Maybe Sebastian was the right size or shape, or maybe our bodies just fit together better than anyone I’d ever been with. Or maybe I just liked him a lot more than anyone else I’d ever had sex with before. There was always that possibility.
    He seized my wrists as I went to claw him again, pushing them above my head, using his weight and his leverage to keep them there. I fought him, pushing back against him, but I couldn’t escape. He took full advantage, licking my neck, nibbling on my nipples, thrusting casually, whenever the mood struck him, thoroughly enjoying his complete exploitation of me. He was learning all of my various weaknesses, witnessing what made me keen and moan and what made me almost buck him off of me. I was powerless to that mouth, to the cock inside of me, and it should’ve pissed me off. Instead, I thrived in that sweet captivity, squeezing his ribcage between my knees, forgetting myself and moaning all I wanted. I only hoped that the noise of the heavy machinery outside would do enough to drown out my noises.
    “That’s more like it,” Sebastian coached. “Just let yourself go.”
    “I’ll do whatever I want, thank you very much,” I told him, eager to fight until the delicious end.
    He laughed at me and kissed me as he thrust, swallowing my noises of pleasure with his own mouth. He had a moment of weakness, and I was able to free my hands. Soon, we were rolling around on the dusty ground, both of us struggling for control, until I came out on top.
    “Just let yourself go,” I simpered at him, throwing my head back and laughing.
    “You’re lucky I like the view from down here well enough to leave you to your devices,” Sebastian said, dragging one palm down my torso from my neck to my tangle of pubic hair. His cock was still buried within me, and it gave a twitch as I rocked back and forth slowly on him.
    “I like the view from up here very much,” I said. It reminded me of the dream I’d had. I snorted with laughter. Was this what my mother was talking about when she told me to chase my dreams? This one had come true, apparently. We were in the same position we’d been in when I’d orgasmed massively in my sleep. Only then, we’d been in the bed of my truck. The barn, at least, gave us more space and perhaps a little bit more privacy.
    “What are you laughing at?” Sebastian demanded, pouting at me. His face was enough to make me laugh again, loud and free. I was having a good time, and I wasn’t ashamed to show it.
    “Nothing that concerns you,” I said. “An old memory. A dream, even.”
    “You quit your dreaming and come back down to reality,” he said, tweaking my nipples for good measure. “You have commitments.”
    “And what commitments would those be?” I asked, trailing a finger across his chest. He tried to follow its path with his brown eyes and failed.
    “You’re the one on top,” he said. “You’re the one in charge. Make it good, Ms. Dare, or I’ll switch positions.”
    “Oh, we’re back to Ms. Dare,” I observed with a smirk. That was fine. I could be his Ms. Dare.
    I lifted my body off of him and brought it down, slow and sweet, drinking in the different expressions that crossed his face when I