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rings around each nipple.
    “Think you can do whatever you want?”
    “Yep.” His mouth worked its way down her body.
    “Only if I let you.”
    “You always do.”
    “Only because I want to.”
    “Because you can't stop me.”
    “I can't?”
    “You love it too much,” he said, as her body quivered, strained for release.
    “I do?” she forced out the words.
    Sex with Shay was an ethereal event. Every encounter went into his library of mind-blowing experiences. Some men couldn't imagine making love to only one woman. He couldn't imagine making love to any other woman. “Isn't it better when I do it?” He cupped her hand, followed her strokes.
    Her teeth bit into her bottom lip so hard it looked like she'd draw blood. “You're good.”
    “Just good?” Dylan put his wet mouth over the racing pulse at her neck. He sucked in a patch of skin.
    “If I say you're great you'll just get a swollen head.”
    He looked down and laughed. “Already have one.”
    “Two swollen heads.”
    His hands framed her face. “Be honest. Who does it better?”
    “Me,” she groaned. Right then her body convulsed in a delicious frenzy.
    He took his wife's panting lips and rode her waves of pleasure. Wrapping her in a potent embrace, he anchored his frame against the quakes until they subsided.
    Shay clasped her hands behind his neck, dug her face into his shoulder. She looked into his smoky blue eyes and smiled. “That'll be a hundred bucks,” she quipped.
    Dylan drove his mass erection between her twitchy thighs. He would've paid a lot more for that performance. “Don't sell yourself short. You could easily get a grand.”
    “Yeah?” She stroked his face and rocked herself against him.
    “But I'm willing to pay more if you want.”
    She twined her fingers with his and said, “How about you keep your money and just answer my question. It's free.”
    Grinning, Dylan shook his head. And we're back on that topic . “You don't forget a thing, do you?”
    She nodded. “Well?”
    There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, the light-hearted vibe that had been going on between them. He sat on the ledge, daggling his legs in the whirlpool. Collecting his thoughts, he sifted water between his toes. Sexual banter definitely came easier than expressing his feelings. “It's not that I don't want kids,” he began. “It's just...”
    “That you're not ready. Yeah. I know.” Shay sat beside him. “But we can't wait forever.”
    “No, but we can at least wait until my business is more stable.”
    “Why is that so important? It's not like we don't have money. Stability. Security.”
    “It's your money.”
    “No, Dylan, it's our money.”
    “No, Shay, it's your father's money.”
    A clearly flustered Shay kicked at the water, causing a big splash. “You know what, I'm sick of hearing that.”
    “Sorry, but it's the truth.”
    “What about us? I work. You work. Everything we have, we've earned.”
    “Your father thinks—”
    “The hell with what my father thinks,” she snapped, and rolled her eyes. “You should worry more about what I think.”
    “And what do you think?”
    “I think you put too much emphasis on money.”
    “Maybe that's because I never had any.”
    “Yeah, and I did. So what?”
    “You can't understand, Shay. You grew up with everything.”
    “That's where you're wrong.”
    “Am I?”
    “Yeah, you are. Just because I had money doesn't mean I had everything .”
    “You had more than most.”
    She shot him a look he knew all too well. “So that automatically means my life was great, that I didn't have problems.”
    “I'm sure you had problems.”
    “Actually, it was my parents who had the problems. I got stuck in the middle of their crappy marriage. All that money, and they were miserable. They didn't even sleep in the same bed.” Shay shifted on the hard surface, putting some space between them. “Honestly. I'd rather be broke.”
    Dylan preferred their bodies to be touching, but he stayed put.