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men were just jealous or didn’t know what they were missing. He tasted himself in Kennedy’s mouth, something he hadn’t done before despite the variety of sexual things he had done with women over the years. Their essences blended together like the finest whiskey. And now he was getting poetic. Jesus. He had looked down at Kennedy blowing him. He had wanted to stand in front of her, her on her knees on the bed, her hands tied behind her, so that he could teach her how to blow him the way he liked it. But damned if she hadn’t gainsaid him, and he liked it and her style. She had been so focused on him, and her mouth was really talented. Graham had fought coming with everything he had. He hadn’t been sure about letting her have control despite how good it felt. He worried that she was so little and had to stretch her back and neck up so high to take him. The bed would have made it easier for her. Then she had sucked him to the back of her throat and gulped. His balls had drawn up, and he shot down her throat in never ending streams without warning. Fuck! Where had that come from?
    “Graham,” she whispered against his lips. “I have to get some sleep. I have a job interview in the morning, and it will take some doing to make myself look presentable.”
    Graham snapped into Dom mode. He glared down at her beneath the now cooling spray of the shower. “You won’t ever put yourself down, Kennedy. You challenge my opinion of you when you do that.”
    Kennedy pushed at him. “Get over yourself, Graham. I’m talking about paring my burn down to a dull glow instead of looking like an idiot who doesn’t have enough sense to come out of the sun.”
    She had done it again. He was chagrined at his assumption. Kennedy was full of self-confidence. She knew and accepted her imperfections without obsessing over them. He’d nailed it when he complimented her resilience and strength. Still, he felt the masculine need to bluster.
    “Just know that I’ll redden your ass if you indulge in self-deprecation.”
    The little minx stuck her tongue out at him and hopped out of the shower quicker than he could imagine. He threw the curtain open, but she had already grabbed a towel and escaped. Graham hurried after her and took her down to the bed from behind, smacking her wet bottom as he did so. Kennedy shrieked in outrage and tried to buck him off. As if. He quelled her struggles with his weight and pushed his hardening cock between her ass cheeks, smiling as she immediately stilled.
    “I’m going to fuck this nice little ass, Kennedy.” He growled. He waited, hoping he wasn’t wrong, that she was aroused and not opposed to the idea.
    “Not without making sure I can take you, you big knucklehead,” she replied.
    “Name calling, honey,” he told her, “gets five. And I’m keeping track of your cursing, too.”
    “Bullshit, Graham,” she jibed. “You just want a reason to spank me because you like it and it gets you hard. Now get off me. I can’t breathe.”
    Graham rolled off of her and pulled her on top of him. He held her head in his hands, enjoying the silky ropes of her hair sliding through his fingers. “You like to be spanked, Kennedy, so who’s bullshitting who?”
    He watched her eyes darken to that tawny gold he attributed to arousal.
    “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.”
    Graham was up with her in his arms and had her over his lap in an instant. He gave her seven hard smacks and then shoved a finger up her. Wet. Really wet. He flipped her onto the bed, pulled her up onto her hands and knees, and plunged into her pussy from behind, this time without pause, loving her gasp as she accommodated him. He pushed on her back to flatten her chest against the mattress and slipped a finger between them to use her juices as a lubricant. He had nothing with him and doubted his little honey had lube. Maybe baby oil, but he couldn’t wait. He circled his wet finger around her rosebud opening, and she clenched on his cock. Her