“Yes, yes I do.”
“I knew you would. I always knew you would be that kind of man, Mr. Ben O’Neil.”
Then she rode a little deeper, and hit the spot.
He closed his hands over the headboard to ground himself and pressed his face into the soft pillow that smelled of her. She was all around him, and inside. Heat, burning heat, blistered through him, pleasure racing up his spine.
He closed his eyes, grunted, and let go to it.
Twelve hours ago, Ben O’ Neil had been standing on the side of a country lane, feeling thwarted. Then Patrice had come along and made his life crazy, and now there was an orgasm barreling through him like he’d never had before.
Some things are just meant to happen, he figured.