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Lucas nuzzles into me, kissing the underside of my jaw. “Only the beginning.”

Before I can even begin to recover, his hands are all over me, plying my body with the aggression of a man possessed. I reach under the water to cup his balls and gently squeeze. His fingertips dig into my hip, nails scraping along my flesh. My chest swells with pride, high on the power of creating such obvious anticipation. His eyes glimmer, smolder. For a delicious moment, I allow myself to get lost in them.

Lucas licks his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth.

Slowly, I move my hand from his scrotum and wrap it around the base of his cock. He shifts, allowing me better purchase, and I drag my palm up and down its length, pausing to rub my thumb across the soft, sensitive ridge. His cheeks are flush, eyes closed. “Fuck, Eden, that feels so damn good.”

My clit pulses with fresh yearning, still numb from being worked over by his mouth. Another orgasm nestles just under the surface, strangely erotic in its ache. Is this kind of like what men refer to as blue balls? Christ. No wonder it hurts!

My hands work in tandem, squeezing and sliding along Lucas’ generous cock.

His eyes flit open, and I lean in to press my mouth against his. My tongue probes between his lips, desperately exploring every inch. His hands find their way behind my neck and pull me close. I float around so that I hover above his lap, his hard cock pointed at my pussy. My breath catches—

He grips my hips and eases me down.

There is a soft pop as he enters me, followed by a rush of warmth.

Our bodies rock back and forth, hips and pelvises moving together urgently, as we create tidal waves of water all around us. I grip the side of the hot tub and lift up and down, bouncing rhythmically. He holds my hips and guides me faster, smoother. My breath comes in ragged gasps.

“You’re going to make me come, darlin’,” he says, his voice a near growl.

I don’t—can’t—stop.

I buck harder, faster, grinding my clit up against his flesh, drawing out my own climax as he nears his. He sucks in a breath, holds it, and then releases it in a strangled cry that echoes deep in my chest. His body spasms against mine, impossibly unleashing another orgasm.

Our voices erupt into the cool, night air.

When at last, the vibrations subside, I slump against him, sweaty and spent. He wraps his strong arms around me and we lay still as the bubbling water washes away the last of our sins.

Chapter 4

Lucas trails his fingertip across my shoulder and down my triceps, his feathery touch sending ripples along my sensitive flesh. My hair splays out like a fan on his pillow, our bodies sinking into the oversized mattress that offers warmth and comfort. Silk sheets. A satin duvet. Good grief.

I don’t belong here, cradled in this luxury, and yet, my traitorous mind plays tricks on me, tries to convince me that could become something more than one night of reckless passion. That Lucas isn’t way out of my league.

“Tell me something about you,” Lucas says.

I curl into him, nuzzling my head under his arm. His skin is smooth, bare, muscles toned to rock hard perfection. An unfamiliar heat spreads through my chest. “I’ve never had a one night stand before.”

Never had much sex at all, actually, but I don’t say that aloud, suddenly embarrassed by my lack of experience. Years of “saving myself” for the right man somehow morphed into losing my virginity to a college kid with clumsy hands and a small dick. We tried again, the second time without the numbing help of alcohol, but whatever chemistry drew us together fizzled faster than his fleeting erection. It ended amicably, but it made me wary of sex.

One time with Lucas, and I am beginning to realize what I’ve missed.

He presses his lips to my forehead. “How about sex in a Jacuzzi? Ever done that?”

A blush creeps over my cheeks as I rewind time, remembering the way Lucas’s cock filled me as we ground together under water, his hands firm on my hips, wet tongue flicking each breast until—

Jesus.

I blow out a breath, aware my nipples have gone taut. Heat pulses between my thighs, and I realize I’m wet—again. Ridiculous. “That was a first too,” I say, shyly.

“Hm. What other firsts should we explore?” His fingers pinch at my nipple and I gasp.

A quick glance at the bedside clock pulls me back to reality, and more events of the previous evening come flooding back with less fanfare. Austin’s advances, his bloodied body sprawled out on the bar floor. Shit.

Instinct tells me I’m heading into a PR nightmare, and with Rubberneckers already facing serious heat, I should to get to the office and put out the fire before Austin does something stupid to stoke the flames.

My stomach twists with reluctance.