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enthusiastically. Before he’d made it an inch, heated cream rushed to her pussy, easing the way. He slid home.
    He thrust lightly, teasing her with a languorous rhythm. She hitched her leg up higher to give him more access. He opened his eyes at long last, revealing the topaz depths of his desire. Then he rolled her onto her back, pushed her legs up and apart as far as they would go, and pounded into her.
    The deep thrusts touched her core, hitting that sweet spot just right each time. She tried to lift her hips, but he held her legs down with his weight, so the movement was futile. The delicious helplessness of her position raised the stakes.
    Her climax built slow and crashed fast, triggered by hot jets of his semen. He collapsed on top of her, the thud of his heart beating against her chest. She held him in her arms, taking the opportunity to run her fingers through his blond, curly hair and to explore the hard lines of his back and shoulders.
    When his heartbeat returned to normal, he rolled away. She inhaled deeply, replenishing her starved lungs. He wasn’t too heavy, but she couldn’t breathe normally with all his weight resting on top of her.
    They lay there in silence, listening to the sounds of the ocean breeze and enjoying the quiet peace that followed their interlude, until her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten a full meal the night before. “How about a quick shower and we go get some breakfast?”
    “We have a fully stocked kitchenette. I’ll make breakfast.” He sat up. “I’ll take a quick shower first. You can take your time. We’ll eat on the balcony.”
    That sounded much more intimate and romantic than her suggestion. She smiled and nodded.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jonas added sugar to the pineapple chunks simmering in the pan. He wasn’t sure Sabrina liked pineapple too much. He’d seen her eat it, but she’d never gone out of her way to ask for it. At home when he made toppings for pancakes, he stuck to blueberries or strawberries, fruits he knew both Sabrina and Rose liked.
    He tamped down a small pang as he thought of Rose. He missed his kids. Last night, he’d successfully kept Sabrina’s mind off them. He wouldn’t be so lucky today. The water sounds from the bathroom ceased, signaling that he had about five minutes before his lovely wife appeared. He opened up the laptop he’d brought and dialed his mother’s Skype account. By the time Sabrina appeared, he had Rose onscreen. His mother sat behind her with Ethan on her lap.
    Sabrina appeared wearing a wraparound peach dress that draped over her curves nicely. It fell to just above her knees. He wanted to unwrap her and feed her slow bites of breakfast from his fork.
    He settled for something tame, as befit the moment. “Honey, come say good morning to Rose and Ethan.”
    Her face brightened, and she joined him at the table. They talked for a few minutes. Rose reiterated everything she’d done in the past day. Ethan squealed, his big brown eyes widening with excitement, and tried to come through the screen.
    By the time they signed off, Sabrina seemed to have relaxed a little. As they ate a leisurely breakfast on the balcony, he observed that she was still wound tight. Being high strung meant she was successful in nearly everything she did, but it also meant she had issues with letting go. He didn’t mind forcing her. It turned them both on.
    “So I was thinking.” He let his beginning drift between them, a warning of things to come.
    She set her empty plate on the small glass top of the table next to her chair. Her gaze remained on the horizon. “Was it painful?”
    He grinned. “It might be, but not for me.”
    Her focus moved closer. Now she played with the hem of her dress. Her anxiety betrayed her interest. “You want to visit the Fields of Punishment?”
    They’d get there eventually. “I want your submission.”
    Her eyebrows knit in confusion, and she looked up at him. “You get that all the time.”
    Technically her