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He grabbed a towel. Knotted it around his waist and, still dripping, he followed the music. He just wanted to see her playing. A memory to keep close after she left.
His bare feet hurried toward the study. He paused in the doorway.
She leaned over the grand piano. Her fingers moved—no, they flew over the keys. The music was beautiful. Dark and fast and heavy. Soaked with passion. And it pulled him closer and closer to her as the music built in a frenzy. It was a frenzy that he could feel all the way to his soul and then?—
She slammed her hands onto the keys. A crash of sound. “Doesn’t help.” Breath heaving, Avalon shot to her feet and spun toward him. Her wide eyes swirled with so many emotions. Too many to name. “Did the shower help you?”
Nothing could make him stop wanting her. The shower had been a bad idea. Now he was practically naked, and she was right there.
“The piano didn’t help me. That’s okay.” She edged around the bench. “I know what can help us both.” She grabbed the towel that he’d knotted at his waist. Avalon yanked. It hit the floor.
A second later, so did her knees. She knelt right before him. Her silken hands went to his cock.
“Uh, Avalon?” Such a bad idea. Her mouth. On his dick?
Heaven.
Hell.
“Avalon—”
Her lips closed around him. Heaven. Paradise. Wet. Soft. Her tongue sliding over my dick. Her sucking me. Pulling me deep.
His hands clamped around her shoulders.
She sucked him in deeper. Her fingers were pumping the base of his cock even as her mouth opened wide, and she took him inside.
He thrust against her mouth. Could feel the orgasm rolling forward and building up so fast because this was Avalon. His Avalon. Her mouth on him. Her mouth?—
“No!” He wrenched back. Too many clothes. She wore far too many clothes. So he basically ripped them off. She helped. Her shoes went flying. Her black pants. Her panties. She stayed in her top and bra, and he had Avalon in his arms in a flash. In his arms, with her legs curling around his waist, and his dick pushing against the entrance to her sex. She surged against him.
He rammed home into her.
They banged into the piano. The keys crashed. He lifted her up higher. His hands were tight around her waist as he lifted her up and down. Up and down. She cried out, then leaned forward and clutched him with a wild grip. “Yes! Beau!”
She was so hot around him. Insanely tight. Wet. He drove in and he realized…
No condom.
Beau froze. With his dick fully lodged in her tight, wet heat, he stopped moving.
Her breath—his—filled the air.
“Beau?” And she clamped her inner muscles around him. A fast clamp. Release. Clamp.
Sweat beaded his brow. “No…condom.”
She bit down on him in the spot where his shoulder met his neck. “I’m on birth control.” Her inner muscles clamped around him again. Squeezed his dick. “Just had a full checkup. I’m safe.”
So was he. But…
“I like you this way,” she whispered and sealed both their fates. “Makes you feel even more mine.”
The keys of the piano crashed again. He’d staggered against the piano because she’d almost made him erupt then and there.
Soft laughter from her. Laughter that had her body squeezing his dick all the more.
Keeping his hands on her waist, keeping her legs locked around him, he moved toward the fireplace. Too freaking hot for that thing, but he bent and stretched her out on the lush rug in front of it.
