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“Just keep doing what you’re doing, baby. Don’t try to rush it. Don’t think about it. Just take what you need.”

Stop thinking. Thinking is the only thing in this life I know how to do really, really well.

How does one stop thinking?

For one, taking in that blue gaze of Owen’s.

The way he looks at me. I’m not an authority at this moment. I’m not someone he needs parenting advice from. I’m not the person everyone puts on a pedestal.

I’m just Daisy. I’m just a woman taking care of her own needs.

A woman who is desired and pursued and lusted after.

It feels incredible to be an object of lust for once in my life.

“Sweetheart,” he rumbles.

That word.

It’s too much. It’s a very thinly veiled code for “love.”

And it’s exactly what I need.

The ache in my lower half reaches a crescendo, and my orgasm smashes everything I thought I knew into a million pieces.

I cry out. “Owen!”

His rough hands on my thighs slide up under my ass, dragging me forward, impossibly closer. He squeezes my damp cheeks as I tremble.

He must feel the twitch down there. He has to.

“Good girl.”

My back arches as I come and come, tightening and releasing. He did it. He did this to me.

Owen does the last thing I expect, now that I’ve achieved something I never thought was achievable for me. Owen reaches around to my front and slips one thumb between our bodies, running that rough pad over my sensitive clit, making this rattling orgasm intensify into a thunderstorm of pleasure.

His touch rips me in half, prolonging my shattering release.

I didn’t think I had any more in me, but Owen is proving me wrong repeatedly, in the best way possible.

“Look at that. Look at us,” he orders.

I do as he says. Below my heaving chest, I make out the shape of Owen’s ripe pink cock, glistening with my essence.

Suddenly, Owen’s body seizes under me. His jaw tightens, and his eyes roll back in his head.

That gorgeous face reddens. The cords of his neck bulge.

“Fuck! Fucking hell…” he rasps.

I press my mouth against his tight jaw, tasting the salty scruff, savoring the ripple of those tiny muscles.

Owen explodes.

He comes in hot, pulsating streams, releasing his spend between us, and onto his abdomen.

It’s the craziest, sexiest thing I’ve ever felt, seen or done. This may be pretty tame to some people, but for buttoned-up Dr. Daisy Allen from Gold Hill, it’s pretty fucking wild.

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