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She nodded, whimpered, even.

“I’m going to make love to you until neither of us can see straight,” he whispered hotly in her ear.

And she felt his strength, the bruising grip of his hands on her soft skin—knew also how fast he would release her if she said no, if she even hesitated for an instant. So she didn’t let herself hesitate—didn’t let herself do anything that would take away from the raw, blinding pleasure.

She moaned as his cock parted her. And even though she was wet, and so, so ready, in this position he felt unimaginably thick. And he was so deep, and she’d never felt so small … and it felt so right, in this instant, to hand over all control to him, to enter a state where all she had to do was enjoy.

It was so good, she whimpered.

Beau eased inside her slowly, then stilled, his hands still grasping her hips.

“Tell me that’s a good whimper, baby,” he coaxed. “I need to hear you say it.”

And she didn’t think she could speak, but knew also he wouldn’t continue unless she did. And she needed him to keep going.

“Yes!” she shouted. Then, lower, “I want more.”

“You’ll. Have. More,” he said, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. His hands left her hips, and she missed them for an instant, until they found a second hold, on her breasts, and his hands were big enough to fondle her heavy globes, and the pleasure when he found and pinched her nipples almost made her come then and there.

“Harder,” she begged.

“Relax, baby. I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything you need. I want to feel that pretty pussy clenching around my cock.”

His words, combined with the pounding in her pussy, made her come, an unexpected explosion that made all previous orgasms pale into insignificance.

And she felt him shudder behind her, felt the jerking motion of his hips, and knew he must be coming, too, though her pussy was clenching so wildly it was impossible to know.

22

Beau

“So, are you two, like, together, then?” Ry asked over a bite of falafel sandwich.

“Jesus, what is this, high school?” Beau snapped.

“You can’t blame us for being curious, Commandant,” Alex continued. “You had dinner with her and her kid, then again with her alone, you won’t tell us if you—“

“And I’m not going to tell you, so don’t even think of asking.”

“Maybe you should bring her over tonight so she can meet us.”

“To meet all you crazy guys?” Beau said, but Ry’s words reminded him he needed to buy a couple more bottles of wine to add to the one he’d already gotten, since it seemed Alex, Ry and Hugo had invited half of Chamonix to their housewarming party.

He was glad, anyway. For a while, it’d seemed like the three men would never find a place they all agreed on, so it’d been a relief to hear they’d finally found—as they had started calling it—the perfect place.

“Remember, some of us have met her already. In fact, I saw the pretty doctor at the hospital, long before you—“

“Don’t even go there, Ry,” Beau growled.

“Just kidding, just kidding. Bring her, though, and bring the kid as well. Didn’t you say she’s a big fan of Sarah’s? She and Jens will be there as well, and I think Kat and Luc and Isolde and Drake are bringing their little ones as well.”

Beau arched an eyebrow. “Is this going to be a housewarming party, or a kids’ birthday party?”

“Come on, Commandant, don’t be such a grump,” Alex said.

Beau turned slowly to stare at the man he considered his friend—wondering if a fist to the face would erase that smirk from Alex’s face.

Probably not.