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and pulled me into his arms.
    Feeling the condom covered with my release pressed against my body, I shivered. Damn I wanted to feel his bare girth widening my already swollen pussy lips as he tunneled back inside me and rode me like I was his exclusive, private and personal sex slave.
    He kissed my ear. “Oh, fuck, that was good.”
    Smiling, I leaned against him.
    He drew away to tip up my chin. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t rush and leave you unsatisfied?”
    “Yes,” I admitted.
    He caressed my cheek. “You’re too pretty and sexy to have to settle for a man who thinks only of his own satisfaction.”
    His words touched me—even while I realized they weren’t realistic. He’d pleased me earlier without coming himself. Since he’d already demonstrated a high regard for my sexual pleasure, I’d be okay with his sometimes coming when I hadn’t.
    “That happens sometimes in a relationship and I’m okay with that.”
    I watched a slow smile spread across his handsome face. “You are one hell of a woman. Why the hell hasn’t some lucky man branded you as his already?”
    I shrugged. “There’s no accounting for the male populations’ lack of good taste.”
    He laughed.
    I stroked a hand over his chest. “And for the rest of the weekend, I’m all yours.”
    “I have a feeling this is going to be the shortest weekend on record.”
    I’ve never considered myself one of those women who had to be constantly flattered to be happy but damned if I didn’t love the way he went out of his way to make me feel special and attractive.
    “Let’s take a shower and go to bed,” he said.
    “Together or separately?”
    He tightened his grip around me, drawing me closer. “There’s not much I intend to allow you to do alone while you’re here. That includes showering.”
    I’d always valued my independence and usually avoided men too fond of full control in a relationship. But I liked everything I knew about Anderson Prescott from the way he looked at me as if I were beautiful to the confident way he assumed once he’d fucked me I wouldn’t want any other man. And I had a sinking feeling he might be right.
    I slipped my arm around his neck. “So are you going to talk or are we going to shower together?”
    He slapped my ass. “I like a sassy woman with a big, round ass.”
    And I loved feeling his hand on and slapping my ass. “You’re still talking,” I pointed out.
    He laughed and taking my hand in his, led me to the bathroom.
    I quickly braided my hair and pinned it up before joining him in the shower.
    He bent to kiss me quickly before reaching behind me to close the door. “How do you feel about sex in the shower?” he asked.
    I glanced around. “I don’t see a condom.”
    “That’s because there isn’t one in here.”
    I stroked my hands over his shoulders. “Then you probably already know my answer.”
    He nodded. “Yes, but there was no harm in asking. Was there?”
    “No,” I admitted. Especially since having him raw inside me was a fantasy we both apparently shared. “But it’s not going to happen.”
    “Too bad.” He kissed me again and reached a hand down to finger my pussy.
    I shivered but drew away from his hand. “Anderson.”
    He backed me against the shower wall and nibbled at my ear while slipping a finger inside me. “I love the huskiness in your voice when you say my name.”
    I curled my hands into fists at my side in an effort to resist the urge to grip his cock. “And I love having your finger inside me but it’s not exactly conducive to showering,” I pointed out.
    He licked my neck. “So you want me to take my finger out?”
    “No, but do it anyway.”
    He nipped my neck before reaching above us to turn on the water.
    The moment the water began cascading over our bodies, he cupped my breasts.
    “Pass the soap and keep your big, hot hands to yourself or we’re never going to actually get showered.”
    He squeezed my nipples before he stepped away and handed me