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giggled.
    “That’s my line.”
    “Not anymore. I just passed that trophy right on over to you.”
    He held his hands up as if he carried a golden trophy. “I dedicate this award to my beautiful wife, Mia, whose nuttiness knows no bounds, who’s good with handling nuts, likes to lick nuts…suck them down her…”
    I smashed my hand into the air space between his hands. “Give me back my trophy!”
    We spent the rest of the ride cracking up and talking about nuts. All kinds of nuts. By the time we got to the cabin, we were both a little nutty.

Chapter Three
    T he shifting body next to mine was restless. Wes’s legs moved underneath the covers in random patterns. He muttered something low that I couldn’t discern. I reached over, touching his chest with the palm of my hand. Instantly, he calmed. At a single touch. That’s how strong our connection was.
    “Mia, my Mia,” he sighed.
    Wes continued to mutter nonsensical phrases. Through the window, I could see the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. I’d left the curtains open enough so the first thing I’d see when I opened my eyes would be the wall of pristine white mountains. It was such a different view from the Vegas strip or the sprawling ocean back in Malibu. I loved it. I appreciated that God had given us so many gifts in the form of the varying landscapes. This one was especially beautiful. I wondered what it would be like in the spring. All green and lush, it would be fun to bike and hike through. I’d have to ask Wes about visiting during warmer weather.
    “Please, Mia…just…please.”
    His voice was merely a whisper, but that time, I’d heard every word.
    Please what? I sat up and took in all that was my man. His bare chest was on display, muscles hard and defined. He had filled in the weight and then some he’d lost during his captivity. My guy had used the in-home gym and the ocean to hone his muscles into sinewy, succulent form. Looking at him sent a fresh bout of desire rippling through me. The space between my thighs became wet as my eyes feasted on his body. Not being able to hold back, I ran a single fingertip down the center of his chest.
    Wes moaned and turned his head to the side as if he were trying to get closer to me even in sleep. Moving the bedspread back, I found his cock semi-hard. My mouth watered. That cock was mine. All mine. There would never be another woman touching, sucking, or fucking that appendage but me. I owned it. And in turn, he owned me and everything that came with me. It was hardly a fair trade. I was no prize, but right now, I could do whatever I wanted to my man, and he’d succumb. Fully. Completely. Wantonly.
    It was heady stuff knowing that I had power over another person’s desires, could inflict pleasure at will.
    Pulling the blanket back all the way, I straddled Wes’s body and got low. I put my face directly over his bare cock and inhaled. His musky male scent hit my senses, and I tightened my hands into fists. Wes. Only one man smelled like that, and I swore my body knew his scent. Connected on a visceral, primal level, it knew its mate.
    Using just my tongue, I barely touched the thickest part of his manhood. The salty, rich taste exploded over my taste buds, and heat bloomed through my body to settle between my thighs. I humped the air, my pussy clenching, wanting that thick piece of Wes lodged deep inside…but not yet.
    I exhaled the fire inside me over his cock. It stirred infinitesimally, and he groaned, his length hardening before my eyes. It was magnificent to watch the magic of the male body. How excitement rushed to the most pleasurable place on their bodies with a fierceness that could not be duplicated anywhere else. As I watched Wes harden, I was fascinated at the beauty before me. In the past, I’d never considered a penis to be beautiful, but Wes’s was. Soft, it hung a few inches, still a commendable size, with the hair around it manicured evenly. Erect though, his shaft