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salty, she licked the tang of his pre-cum.
    She engulfed his entire shaft and fucked him with her tongue and mouth. He rode her, his hands fisted in her hair, his hips straining against her jaw, and the raspy curls of his leg hair brushing against her cheeks.
    Lucio gripped her, pulled free, and yanked her up his body. Rolling and pinning her under his weight, he kissed her, hard.
    She shifted, letting him between her legs, desperate for his possession.
    He moved his sweet torture to her breasts, sucked on the nipples, bit the hard buds with the perfect mix of pressure and pleasure.
    Her body lit up. Her pussy clenched, then clenched again.
    Lucio’s mouth lifted in a sexy smile.
    Liquid flooded her center. “Ride me,” she whispered in his ear. “Hard, soft, I don’t give a shit.” She pulled away so she could see his eyes. “Just do me.”
    His pupils dilated, and his cheeks flushed with anticipation. Reaching under the pillow, he pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. With one push, he was in her. Their hips ground against each other as he shifted, going deeper so he could fuck her hard.
    Beth wrapped her legs around his waist, then shifted them higher. She needed him, wanted him in her core.
    The base of his cock pounded her, the thrust of his hips slapped his balls on her sex. She arched her back, tangled her tongue with his as the pace increased. He stroked her faster, shorter, rubbing her clit with his fingers.
    “Please, please.” She panted the words in rhythm to his thrusts, holding to his broad shoulders until finally—mercifully—the tight ache inside her broke, shattered. She came and came again, her muscles sensitive to his thickening. Then the hot heat of his essence exploded inside the latex, and he cried her name as the orgasm rocked his body.
    ****
    Beth woke with the sun’s rays peeking over the horizon. The night was over and so was her time with Lucio. He’d only promised a night, and she knew him well enough not to ask for more.
    “Euro for your thoughts?” Lucio wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close to the warm length of his body and his morning erection.
    One more fuck. One more time. One last chance to imprint his touch on her body. All she’d do was prolong her torture. Satiate, not satisfy. But shit, what sweet, sexy, mind-blowing torture. “It’s penny,” she said. “Penny for your thoughts.”
    “I told you, cara. ” He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “Your thoughts have always been worth more to me.”
    What was the point in prolonging her agony? “I’m thinking it’s nice to sleep here with you.” She met his gaze, faked a smile. “Go back to sleep.”
    “Only if you stay.”
    “Of course.” But as soon as the slow rhythm of his breath told her he’d fallen asleep, she slipped from his arms and his bed.
    The entire time she dressed, Beth vaulted between being content at the memories formed last night and hating herself for going down a path she could never turn back from. She’d hoped—wished—that he’d declare…well, anything for her. But he hadn’t. Their night had been only that. A few hours of fucking. Not lovemaking.
    Her fault, not his, for wanting him to be something he couldn’t, for wanting him to give her something he couldn’t. She tiptoed down the stairs, headed to the exit, shoes in hand.
    “Did you think I wouldn’t hear you leave?”
    She jumped and whirled from the front door. Lucio, dressed only in his tuxedo pants, strode past her and shut the door. He turned to face her, and her already low emotions sank at his expression. She knew that look, knew what the stubborn line of his lips meant as well as the determined light in his eyes. Shit . How often had she listened to him recite his speech? Now she was going to be part of his goodbye routine. Fuck.
    “Beth? What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing. I—I should go.”
    He blocked her path, and his heady scent made her mouth dry. Lucio wrapped his long fingers around