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  My sex aches and twitches and something deep inside of me screams that this is right, this is so freaking right. Nerves try to invade the moment, warping the closeness and intimacy, but I force them back, batter them with desire-made hands.

  Wayne breaks off the kiss and leans back, staring at me, his lips red from the searing contact.

  “I need to taste your pussy,” he growls, sounding like a starving man who’s finally found a meal.

  And I’m his meal.

  Fuck, it feels beyond good when he gazes at me like that, pure animal attraction.

  “T-taste?” I whisper.

  Stop stuttering, a voice hisses in my mind. You sound like a dork.

  Oh sassiness, where art thou when I really need you?

  But my clit feels too tight and hot for me to let my sassy tongue flare.

  The moment has me in its sinful, heavenly hands.

  “Taste,” he confirms with a snarl.

  I let out a squeal when, for the second time today, Wayne picks me up as though I weigh nothing. He floats me across the room and to the desk, setting me on the end away from the computer, pushing me softly so that I lie back with the wood resting against my shoulder blades.

  The desk is so large, there’s more than enough room for me to lie back.

  Warmth quivers all over my body as he grabs the sweatpants and starts peeling them down my legs. I glance down at him, his lips set firmly and his eyes fixated on my thighs as he reveals inch after inch of them.

  I half expect him to turn away in disgust once he’s pulled them all the way off, leaving me in just my panties.

  But instead of gagging at the sight of my shapely thighs, his eyes widen in hunger and he buries his hands in them, squeezing and rubbing. Tingles dance at his fingertips inches closer to my sex, closer, and then his fingers brush against my clit through my panties and I have to bite down before I let out a scream.

  “Fuck,” he whispers. “When your body shakes like that, it drives me insane. I need to make you tremble until you can’t stop. I need to make you quiver so that your juices gush into my mouth. I need to fucking taste you.”

  I gasp as he suddenly grabs my panties and wrenches them down.

  He tosses them to the floor and then kneels down at the edge of the desk, pulling me toward him. I open my legs and hold them up, instinct guiding me, as though my womb is sending me silent instructions.

  He kisses up my inner thigh, making beastly noises like a bear nuzzling his mate, growling and grunting and groaning as he gets closer to my bare sex.

  And then he kisses my hole.

  My whole body seizes up. I find myself clenching my fists so hard my nails bite into my palms. My legs quiver and then start to tremble like crazy as he drags his tongue up and down my lips.

  “You smell fucking perfect,” he sighs, holding his face so close his breath paints hotly over my pussy, my soaked, needy pussy. “Better than any perfume. Better than any scented candle. You smell tangy and sweet, Winter.”

  “It feels so good when you lick me like that,” I whisper shyly, hoping I don’t sound silly.

  “Like this?” he growls.

  He drags his tongue up my lips and then to my clit, and then – when I make a gasping high-pitched sound – he circles my clit faster and faster, brushing it, teasing it, dominating it.

  “Y-yes,” I whimper. “Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes.”

  He grips my thighs harder and then pushes his face right up against my hole.

  He freaking consumes me.

  He opens his mouth wide so that my entire pussy is in his mouth and then attacks my clit with his tongue as he kisses and sucks on my lips, all at the same time, an attack of sensation that causes my world to swirl like the blizzard outside.

  The desk has turned into a magic carpet and I’m floating toward the ceiling, and then the wintry sky.

  Suddenly, all my self-consciousness melts away and I’m free to just focus on the moment, on the way his tongue scorches against my clit, setting it ablaze.

  He makes growling noises that push me over the edge, as though he’s enjoying giving me this ecstasy as much as I enjoy greedily taking it.

  He grinds his hands up my thighs and then slides them under my ass cheeks, wedging them between me and the desk and then lifting me up slightly so that he can grind and massage my ass as he licks me.

  I squirm in his clutches, grinding my hips against him as the pleasure gets higher and hotter and closer.

  Closer.

  I surge through the orgiastic blizzard, not giving a damn how curvy I am, or how loud I scream, or anything.

  “Now,” I croak, my voice seeming quiet against the rush of my euphoria. “I’m—oh, fuck, I’m, I’m …”

  “I can taste it,” he snarls. “I can taste your sweet fucking come. Give it to me, Winter. Give me every last drop. I need to drink it. Fucking come and squirt for me right fucking now. Now.”

  I twist my fingers through his iron hair and arch my back, grinding my lips against his mouth.

  The orgasm releases a boiling ball of tension from deep inside of me, pleasure-tinged hands spreading out and making me burn as I buck and twitch against his hands, his powerful dominator’s hands still gripping greedily onto my ass cheeks.

  Wayne makes gulping sounds, swallowing everything I have to give him, staring at me from between my legs with his intense eyes as I scream with the release.

  “Fuck,” he pants afterward, leaning back with his lips glistening. “You gave it all, didn’t you? You gave me every last drop.”

  “Hmm,” I moan, sitting up, my breath coming frantically. “I had to. You were too freaking hot, Wayne.”

  “No,” he says, with a shimmering smirk. “That’s you. But now I need to feel you. I need to feel how tight that pussy is around my cock. I felt it just now, I felt how tight and needy your hole is—what? Winter?”

  I realize I’ve jumped off the desk and wandered to the window, snatching up my sweatpants on the way.

  I clutch them to me, standing there bottomless, the ever-present hissing of my nerves returning now that the orgasm has passed.

  I stare out at the frozen lake, through the abstract art of the blizzard, spying a few glinting spots here and there where the ice shines brightly.

  “Winter?”

  “I … there’s something you should know.”

  I sigh.

  “I’m a—”

  Why is this so hard?

  “What, Winter?” he says, walking up behind me. “You’re what?”

  I spin on him, feeling suddenly ridiculous, as if I could ever be what this man wanted me to be.

  “I’m a virgin, Wayne.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Wayne

  A thunderous wave crashes through my body, pounding into every part of me with the certainty that this is it, this is the moment I’ve been waiting so long for.

  My mouth falls open and I suck in a bolstering breath, staring at Winter as she wriggles into the sweatpants and then gazes at me. The way she bites her lip sends signals right to my manhood, no deeper.

  To my seed.

  It roars at me to take her, to explore her tight wet heat for the first time, to be the first man ever to experience just how gloriously perfect and beautiful she is.

  “I know that probably changes a lot,” she mutters. “And I mean, fine, right? Fine. I get it. You expected some nympho. It makes sense. What sort of woman would just come back here and let you do that to her? So you thought to yourself, okay, this woman’s a complete slut. She’ll know all the moves in the bedroom. But the truth, Wayne, is that I know no moves. None at all. And I realize that—”

  She breaks off, spins back to the window and walks over to it, full of restless energy.

  “Winter,” I growl, finally finding my voice.

  I stalk across my office toward her, the scent of her creamy essence still warm in the air, pricking my nose with the undertone of her womb and just how fertile she is. I can smell her ferti
lity, the way her body will sprout and grow when my seed takes its rightful place deep inside of her.

  “You’ve just given me the best news I ever could’ve fucking asked for.”

  The blizzard has thickened now, making it so that we can see our partial reflections in the darkening glass. She pricks her eyebrows up and her lips twitch sideways, a half-smirk.

  “Yeah, right,” she says sarcastically.

  “Did you really think I just want to fuck you?” I place my hands on her shoulders and lean close, whispering in her ear, feeling a tremor move through her. “It’s my fault. I let my desire for you run away with me. But how couldn’t I? You are desire, Winter.”

  “What do you mean?” she whispers.

  “I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to put a baby inside of you. I want to shoot my seed inside of you and watch my baby grow in your womb. You’re mine. I knew it the second I saw you standing in the snow, like a goddess from a goddamned fairytale. You’re mine and you’ll always be mine. Nobody else – ever – gets to fucking touch you. That’s what I thought the second I saw you.”

  She spins and her eyes widen, her jewel-green eyes pricking with curiosity, with fear, with need.

  “What sort of game is this?” she says in a hushed tone.

  “Game?” I laugh grimly. “I couldn’t play games with you even if I wanted to. You’re too … ah, Jesus Christ, you’re too right, Winter. It’s difficult to explain. I’ve always wanted children, especially a child who could take over my business one day. My board of directors – all boards of directors – they try to be good people, but all they care about is the bottom line. They don’t see the big picture. Blood, family, that’s what matters. But I knew I’d never settle for just anybody. And then I saw you, and my whole world changed. I know it’s fast. I know it doesn’t make any sense—”

  “Shouldn’t,” she whispers, in that same wanting-to-believe tone. “It shouldn’t make sense. And yet it feels like it does. But … You know what, Wayne? This is really hard for me.”

  I wrap my arms around her waist and pull our bodies together, as though they could be in any other configuration, as though Winter and Wayne belong anywhere else but pressed close with the sultry heat of our inexplicable and definitive need burning between us.

  “I know,” I whisper. “But this isn’t a trick, Winter. I never thought I’d feel like this, so quickly. I never thought this kind of primal need existed. But it does. When I look at you, I know I’d do anything to keep you mine. And when you told me you were a virgin, that just confirmed it. You’re mine, only mine, and no other man is ever going to get to feel that perfect hot, tight, pink pussy of yours.”

  “I feel the same,” she says, hugging even closer to me, her body so hot I can feel her own need scorching through her skin. “But you’re right. It makes no sense. Jeez, Wayne, if I was writing this in a story, I’d find it so freaking difficult to believe, you know? But I feel it. I feel this … I feel something inside of me, something so real it aches, my whole body aches. I want to be claimed by you. But what if you’re lying? Huh? Because that could be true.”

  “I’m not,” I growl with passion. “I’d never lie to you, Winter. What we have – this crazy, amazing thing between us – it’s too real to mess it up with lies.”

  I slide my hands down her body, grabbing onto that ass again, that round fucking ass.

  “Damn, you’re so curvy,” I snarl, my manhood throbbing with deafening need. “Your body is perfect, Winter. Curvy in all the right places. So much to hold onto, to massage. Jesus, that ass. I’m willing to wait until I slide into that hot pussy. I might be a savage, but I can do that. For us. But I need to see what that ass looks like slathered in my come.”

  She gasps and leans back in my embrace, watching me.

  “What do you want me to do?” she whispers.

  “That’s a dangerous question to ask me, my virgin queen,” I growl. “Because if you give me permission to use your untouched body, I’m going to grind my cock between those ass cheeks and then come all over you.”

  She nods, a subtle twitch of the head, her nerves making her bite her lip.

  “I want it,” she says quietly. “Oh, God, do it, Wayne. I want you to feel what I felt.”

  Something snaps inside of me, my primality unleashing as I grab her and bend her over the desk.

  She squeals as I yank her sweatpants back down, revealing the round bulbs of her ass, as creamy as her offering and so juicy I can’t help but spank her a couple of times, lightly.

  “Jesus, the way your ass shimmers when I do that,” I growl.

  “Wobbles, you mean,” she sighs.

  “No,” I snap, leaning over her and spanking her again. “Fucking mesmerizing. Now back it up. Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart. Make a place for me to slide my cock.”

  I watch in wonder as she does what I ask, part of me wanting to hold back until her precious pussy is mine.

  But even if I’m a billionaire, even if I’ve been called ‘one of the most powerful and influential men in the modern world,’ I’m just flesh and blood. And I can’t hold myself back any longer.

  Gazing at her fingers digging into her cheeks, I grab her and slide my cock up and down, grinding my shaft against her cheeks, my precome making them slick.

  Minutes pass as my animal side emerges like a werewolf breaking out of my skin, my jaws growing tense, everything grows tense as I slide along her bountiful ass and squeeze her cheeks around my throbbing cock, and then—fuck, fuck.

  My seed surges like lava up my shaft, squirting all over her back, painting her as I keep rubbing faster and faster.

  I massage her back, rubbing it into her ass cheeks, causing them to glisten as I keep pumping my hips as more and more of my seed gushes onto her skin.

  “Fuck,” I growl, laughing as I stumble back. “Jesus Christ, Winter, you’re perfect. You’re just fucking perfect.”

  She turns, her cheeks red, her lips playful as her eyes flitter to my come-wet manhood.

  “So that’s two firsts today, then,” she whispers. “The first time I ever had an orgasm, and the first time I’ve ever given an orgasm.”

  If I thought my manhood would go soft when I was done, her words prove me wrong.

  I harden.

  My balls ache.

  This woman is mine.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Winter

  I wake the following morning with Rusty sitting at the end of my bed, his tongue hanging from his mouth and his ears pricked. In the doorway, Wayne stands, filling the frame with his irrepressible seven-foot form.

  My mind swims with memories of last night, with the closeness in the office, and the cuddling on the giant couch in front of the blazing, crackling fire.

  I remember how easy and natural it felt, reclining in his arms, settling against his rock hard torso and thinking, over and over, He’s mine and I’m his, he’s mine and I’m his.

  We belong to each other.

  I called Anna last night and told her I’d met a man, and that I really liked him, and honestly trying to find words to fit what’s happening into any sort of order was impossible.

  It just feels right.

  Like—click, everything slotting into place.

  Like—this way please, here’s the man you’ve been waiting your entire life for.

  “The blizzard has finally let up,” Wayne says, steel hair wet and slick from the shower. He’s wearing a thick jacket and faded blue jeans, with his boots chunky. “I was thinking of taking Rusty for a walk, if you want to join me?”

  “Oh, so you’re a nice and polite gentleman this morning, are you?” I tease, sitting up.

  “I try to be,” he grins, wolfish, eyes glimmering as they drink in my bare chest, the blanket pulled up to cover my breasts. “You don’t have to come, but I think Rusty might resent it if you didn’t.”

  “Ooh, emotional blackmail.”

  “Yep,” he laughs savagely. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.
How do you take your coffee?”

  “With cream and two sugars.”

  He bows melodramatically. “Ma’am.”

  “Such a gentleman,” I giggle.

  He smirks. “I try to be.”

  He leaves, but Rusty stays, padding at my feet as I walk into the sleek marble ensuite, brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. I get dressed in some of the clothes Wayne left for me. Any second now, I expect to wake up shivering in my car at the side of the road, discovering that this was all a cold-induced hallucination.

  But when I lean down to stroke Rusty behind the ears, his grinning face is all too real.

  “What do you think, boy?” I say. “Is this crazy? Or is it the best thing that ever happened to me? Or is it both?”

  He yips and noses toward the door, clearly eager to get going.

  “He’s getting used to the snow, I think,” Wayne says as I walk into the kitchen, the room modern and ultra-cool, with its marble island and its extractor fan that looks like it belongs in a sci-fi flick. “Or maybe you’re just changing his life as much as you’re changing mine.”

  “Okay, cheesy,” I giggle.

  “Careful,” he growls, smirking. He picks up a spatula from the hanging display and gestures with it. “These are good for more than flipping eggs, beautiful.”

  “You’re an animal,” I whisper, a shiver moving hotly through me.

  “And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” he snarls.

  He hands me a Thermos of coffee and then kneels down and starts getting Rusty into his padded harness. I sit down on the chair next to the door and pull on the boots Wayne left for me, wondering if this is it, the moment when my eyes jerk open and I stare at the blizzard through my car window.

  But no, it’s real, and as the three of us head toward the front door and out into the snow, I try to tell myself that second-guessing all of this will only lead to me not experiencing it fully.

  I can’t be the shy withdrawn girl for the rest of my life, using sarcasm as a defense so I never have to feel anything.

  Or maybe I could, if I really wanted to. But with Wayne, I don’t want to.

  “This place is incredible,” I whisper, my eyes roaming over the miles and miles of unbroken snow, the forest rising up around the lake with jagged spindly leafless hands. “Just look at it.”