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  1. Recluse
  2. Dedication
  3. Book Description
  4. Also By Helen Hardt
  5. Praise For Helen Hardt
  6. Warning
  7. Prologue
  8. Charlie
  9. Roy
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  61. Epilogue
  62. A Note From Helen
  63. Acknowledgments
  64. About the Author

“Not for long. In a few minutes, you’re going to be so hot you won’t be able to contain yourself.”

“I’m not doing a very good job of containing myself right now,” she said. “I want to scream!”

“Then scream, honey. Scream your pretty little head off.”

“I can’t. I just can’t.”

“We’ll see about that.” I bent down, spreading her legs even farther apart. Man, she was bendy. And man, did that turn me on.

Her pussy was already ripe with nectar. Nectar sweeter than the juiciest peach. I inhaled for a moment, took in the spicy, musky scent of her. Of the woman who’d squirmed into my heart in less than three days.

Crazy.

Had any other woman smelled quite so enticing?

Granted, I hadn’t been with many. Six, to be exact, and only one of them had lasted more than a couple days.

I hadn’t thought about any of them in a long time. No one had responded to me the way my little silver did.

I wasn’t sure anyone ever would again.

She squirmed beneath me. “Please. Please, Roy.”

“I’m enjoying the view,” I said naughtily.

“Can you enjoy it with your tongue in my pussy? Please?”

My cock strained against my jeans. Her voice had deepened a touch, and her words… God, her words…

“If you could see the sight before me, you’d understand. You’re perfectly pink and swollen, and your clit is straining upward. And your scent. Like peaches and spice and musk. I can’t get enough of it. Of looking at you and smelling you.”

“If it smells that good, imagine how it must taste,” she said breathlessly.

That did it. I clamped my mouth around her clit and sucked.

The orgasm came quickly, before I could tongue her or finger her. She’d been more ready than I even imagined, and God, it was fucking hot.

I nursed her through the orgasm, easing up on her clit as she wriggled beneath me. Her pussy lips pulsed against my chin as her climax continued.

“Keep going,” I said against her flesh. “Give me more, silver.”

Then I thrust two fingers inside her and sucked hard on her clit.

“Shit!” She pounded both fists on the wooden table, shrieking.

Yeah, that was what I was after. I wanted her to scream. I wanted everyone who walked by this room to hear her. To hear the shouts and pleasure of this amazing woman.

I nursed her through that orgasm and then another.

And another.

Until my cock couldn’t take it any longer.

I stood and unzipped my jeans, sliding them over my hips. “I’m going to fuck you, silver. I’m going to sink my cock into you and make your scream even louder.”

Her breasts were rosy and swollen, her nipples tight and hard.