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She tugs at my polo shirt, breaking our kiss just long enough to pull it over my head. Then we’re kissing again, bodies close together, mouths fused as if held together by a magnetic force. Her tongue slides against mine repeatedly, and then she sucks it into her mouth.

My cock feels like granite against the restraints of my jeans and I reach down to unzip them. I glance around and find what I was looking for—a wide tree trunk.

“Over there,” I murmur. “The ground is rocky and I saw some red ant hills—I don’t think that would be fun.”

“Ew. No.”

I walk her backward to the tree and turn her away from me. I let my jeans slip down my thighs as I reach around to unbutton hers.

“Hands on the tree,” I mumble, “and hold on.”

“Cash…hurry!” Her voice is needy, almost frantic, and having that effect on her gets me even more worked up.

I lower her jeans and panties in one motion and urge her to take a few steps back so she can lean forward. The angle may be tricky considering our difference in height, but we’ll make it work.

I press my hand against her mound, squeezing gently. “You wet for me, baby?”

“Fuck yes.”

I use my fingers to spread her open and angle my hips. My knees bend so my cock is just below her ass, and then I thrust up and in. Hard.

“Oh, fuck…that’s good.” She moans, pressing back to take me deeper.

In the short time we’ve been together I’ve already learned that she likes to fuck hard and fast, to slow down just before she’s ready to come, and then balls to the wall as she’s getting off. It’s almost exactly the way I like it.

I grip her hips and hold her in place as I move, gliding through her slick pussy over and over again. She squirms and wiggles, pressing against me and then trying to move away, but I’m holding her firmly.

“Your pussy is the goldilocks of vaginas,” I murmur. “Perfect for my cock.”

She makes a sound that’s a cross between a laugh and a moan, and I reach around front, flicking my finger over her clit.

“Cash…” She whimpers my name as I pinch her clit between two fingers. She jerks and shakes a little but doesn’t move away.

“I want to feel that perfect pussy cream all over my bare cock,” I growl, slowing my thrusts so that she feels every inch as I glide in and out.

She lifts to her toes, bending at the waist as far as she can to take me deeper.

With my fingers on her clit and her feet barely touching the ground, I pick up speed again and it only takes a few more strokes to send her over the edge. Her body tenses and she cries out my name, pulsing around me.

That’s all I need to follow her into oblivion, and the growl that leaves me is guttural, echoing off the trees and probably all the way back to the sanctuary.

But I don’t care about any of that.

All I care about is her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Maya

I smile every time I think about our date at the bird sanctuary and what we did after by the creek. I’m on the set today, working on Halloween costumes for the actors, and whistling as I pin a Renaissance style ball gown for Serena.

“You’ve been smiling all day,” she says. “This must have something to do with Cash.”

“He’s pretty awesome,” I agree.

“So, things are going well?”

“I think so, yes. We’re together every night and he’s turned out to be a bit of a romantic.”