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the wall, until her heart exploded. What more could she give him? He had all of her. He always had.
    Then he reached down between them and threw a switch she hadn’t even known was there. Her head flew back, her thighs clamped his waist, and— holy shit! —her mind broke like an egg.
    With a jerk of his hips, he pulled out and came everywhere but inside her.
    â€œJesus,” he gasped. His arms buckled and he rolled off her onto his side, lungs sawing like he’d just run the race of his life.
    She was gasping too, gulping down tears before they could boil over. Her heart swelled with joy. Her skin tingled everywhere.
    Her whole body floated on a sea of endorphins.
    Mick curved his palm around her cheek, a tender touch. Traced her jaw with his fingertips, a fiery trail. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, and she didn’t have it in her to argue. She felt beautiful. She felt loved.
    He laid his palm on her chest. Her heart beat against it.
    â€œI’m sorry,” he began. Then, “No, that’s a lie. The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t use protection. I swear to you it’s the first time in my life. I just . . . lost my mind. It won’t happen again.”
    She laid her hand over his. “What won’t happen again? The no-protection or the sex? Because I’m okay with using condoms, but I’d kinda like to have sex again.”
    â€œYou would?” He sounded surprised. “I wasn’t too . . . ?”
    â€œAmazing?”
    â€œI was gonna say rough. Quick. Selfish.”
    She pretended to think about it. “No, I’ll stick with amazing.”
    â€œYou’re too easy on me,” he said. She heard the smile in his voice. “I’ll make it better for you next time.”
    â€œIf it gets any better, I’m done for.”
    He laughed. “We’ll see what you say when I’m finished with you.”
    Finished with me.
    The words hit Jan like a slap, an unwitting reminder of where this escapade was headed. After years of waiting in the wings, it was finally her turn for a hot weekend with Mick McKenna. And when he was “finished with her,” he’d walk away, just as he’d walked away from prettier, sexier girls without looking back.
    So, yeah, more irony. New Jan was getting exactly what she’d wished for—a crash course in sex education from a master, with no strings attached.
    But instead of being thrilled, she was crushed. Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest, the ache spreading through her body like a fast-moving virus, the anguish of impending loss so deep it could swallow her.
    Sitting up, she said, “You know, a quick shower couldn’t hurt.”
    â€œSounds good.” He pushed up on his hands. “I made the mess, I’ll wash you off.”
    That was code for shower sex. Tempting, but not what she needed.
    What she needed was a minute away from Mick to collect her thoughts and figure out how to extract herself from the situation before she got in any deeper.
    She mustered a chuckle. “Two Chihuahuas might fit in that nanoshower. Not two adults.”
    He chuckled too, very low, very sexy. “We’ll make it work. Trust me.” His warm hand stroked a trail of fire down her back. Goose bumps shivered up her arms. Her nipples pulled tight, while everything inside her went warm and wet.
    Clearly, her mind might wish for some distance from Mick.
    But her body wanted to wrap around him like duct tape.
    M ICK HAD ALWAY S known Jan was passionate. Passionate about animal rights, gay rights, women’s rights, children’s rights.
    Now he knew she was just plain passionate, totally into it, her back to the tile, his cock pounding into her, and ecstasy all over her face.
    His fingers dug into her thighs, marking her. She’d be black and blue, and he was good with that. Any man who saw his fingerprints would know how they got