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Wild, passionate, kinky sex. He’d take it over the taste of minty toothpaste any day. To prove it, he hauled her up his chest and kissed her hard, his tongue delving and tangling with hers. His cock thickened and throbbed as if he hadn’t already come three times in the last five hours.
    Do I have another condom?
    Allie whimpered and ground against him, her arousal dampening his skin. She was as insatiable as he when it came to sex and, as it turned out, imaginative as hell. Once he moved to Chicago, they’d probably never leave their bed.
    Their bed. Shit, he was getting ahead of himself. One night did not equate a lifetime. They’d have all the time in the world to get to know each other. Starting now.
    He swept his hand across the nightstand, searching for a condom underneath the torn wrappers and came up empty. Oh well. Time for his creativity. He was dying for her to take his cock in her juicy mouth, and his mouth watered at the thought of the slick arousal he’d find between her legs. Wonder if she ever tried—
    “I need to take a shower and meet Taryn for breakfast. Otherwise, she’s gonna worry,” she said between kisses.
    “I have a feeling she knows where you slept last night. Plus, as much as I don’t want to think about my little sister having sex”—he grimaced—“she may have slept out as well. She might not even know you didn’t sleep in your room.”
    “What’s the deal between her and Jack? She’s never even mentioned him before.”
    “I’m not sure. I introduced them last year when we were in Vegas for my cousin’s wedding, and they barely said two words to each other the entire weekend.” Not ready to let her out of bed, he nipped the tender area between her neck and shoulder, a spot he’d discovered last night that drove her crazy.
    “Drake,” she said on a sigh, her thighs tightening around his waist. “We really do need to get ready and go down for breakfast. My plane leaves in a few hours.” Her body betrayed her arousal, her nipples poking into his chest, and her breathing becoming more rapid. Screw breakfast.
    “The only thing I want for breakfast is you. Turn around and bring that pussy up to my mouth.”
    Her breath hitched, and her beautiful brown eyes widened. Some of her shyness had returned in the light of day. A couple months with him, she’d learn to obey him in bed without a second thought. When she did disobey, he’d finally get to spank that perfect ass of hers.
    Before she had the chance to scoot forward, he squeezed her round globes and rubbed his palms over them, exploring the curves. Experimenting, he ran his fingers up and down her crack. She gasped, shuddering. He raised his hand to spank—
    A firm knock fell on the door. “Wake up, man,” said Cole. “We’ve got storms developing thirty miles from here. Time to go do our bon voyage spiel and get going.”
    The photographer had lousy timing, but he was right. Drake had a job to do.
    He rested his spanking hand on her spine and held her gaze as he shouted, “Give me ten, and I’ll meet you down there.”
    Her sorry attempt at a smile didn’t reach her eyes. She pressed a chaste kiss on his lips and lifted herself off him, then padded across the room. He watched her go until it became impossible when she shut the bathroom door.
    He shouldn’t feel like someone had punched a hole through his chest and placed his heart in a vise. He’d see her again in a few weeks when he moved to Chicago, but something about this moment felt like good-bye, and he didn’t know why.
    Had he failed to convince her how good they’d be together? Sure she’d contended she wanted a one-night stand, but after their time together, she couldn’t still feel that way.
    Drake rolled out of bed and tugged on a pair of jeans and a semiclean Blow Me Away polo shirt. He wouldn’t miss living out of a suitcase. While he loved owning his own business, he’d never intended to continue personally leading the tours. Now that it