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  “You like?”

  “I love.”

  “Being with me?” Tor asked as he rubbed his body back and forward over hers, his cock stroking the soft skin between her pussy and stomach. “Or is it the ice cream turning you?”

  “Definitely the ice cream.”

  In answer to that, Tor ramped up the speed on the bullet by flicking the switch on the outer mechanism. Waverley choked back a scream and gritted her teeth. He could see the muscles in her thighs taut with tension. “No, Tor, it’s you. I need you.”

  “More than ice cream?” He pulsed the speed from fast to slow and back again. Tor was already so hard from watching her body twist and turn in pleasure that he was having a hard time trying not to come himself. He knew this was not a game they could play too long. Tor had prided himself on his sexual self-control but with Waverley he lost any command he had over his cock. The need was greater than he had ever experienced before. Waverley made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. While it was true there were many women out there, none of them had the same sweetness as this one. I need this woman in my life.

  “Yes, and I never thought I’d say that about anyone.” Tor was officially killing her. She wanted to bear down on the bullet inside her and come. When he had rubbed his body on hers, she had to bite her lip to stop screaming for Tor to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Waverley had heard that expression before. She wondered it if was possible. I’d certainly like to find out.

  His hands were once more on her breasts, the speed of the bullet mercifully slowed. “I’m not just anyone though, am I, precious?”

  If any other man had said it she would have thought it a cocky statement but he was right. Tor wasn’t just anyone. He was the man who, against all reasoning, she had fallen head over heels for.

  “Take me now or I’ll come on this bullet and it would be an awful shame for you to miss out on that.” She smiled as she saw the look on his face. Yeah, Tor wanted to be the one who made her come. Not a mechanic gizmo. Men—simple creatures really. Appeal to their ego and get your own way. He moved to untie her. “Leave my hands.” Waverley liked the idea of being helpless up to a point. It surprised her that she felt that way as she was not a helpless woman. However, sometimes the strangest people had the simplest needs. Hers was to be loved by someone in control.

  “Really?” Tor freed her legs.

  “Yes.” She watched as he drew the last thing out of the bag—a packet of condoms. Who’s a clever boy, then? “Better hurry.” Waverley’s eyes were greedy on his cock. It was clear to her that she was not the only one losing control.

  “Desperate, huh?” Tor ripped a packet open and worked on rolling the rubber up and over.

  “I’m worried you are going to explode without me then I will need the bullet to finish the job properly.”

  “Never!” Tor was adamant that was not going to happen. He removed the toy from inside her. “You make me feel like a teenager—completely randy and out of control.”

  “Hurry up.” Waverley opened her legs wider. She enjoyed the fact that he was as desperate as she was.

  Tor moved in between her legs and lifted them up around his waist. “I think you like me.”

  I think I love you.

  She wrapped them around his waist and waited for that first thrust. When it came, Waverley didn’t bother choking back the scream. This was what she needed. This was not the time for pretense.

  He chuckled at the wild sound that tore from her lips. “What will the neighbors think?”

  Think? Who could do that when the grinding thrust of a hot cock was filling up her mind and her senses? “Oh Tor…” she sighed as she gave in to the sensation. It was weird but having her hands bound made it even more exciting. Whatever Tor wanted to do to her was completely beyond her control. “Harder.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Waverley told Tor about her fantasy of being fucked until she could not stand.

  “I will do my best, precious.” He pulled out of her and picked her hips up so her legs were almost doubled back on herself. Tor ran a finger around the puckered hole of her anus.

  Waverley stiffened. “You’re not going to—” The thought if it sent a hot rush through her body. She had always wanted to try that but never had been game enough to ask for it.

  “Do you want me to?” Tor slid one finger into her hole and past the ring of tight muscle.

  “Oh,” Waverley murmured as another finger joined the first. It was uncomfortable, but not. It was a different feeling of fullness that she wanted to try but only with Tor. She could see his cock gleaming from the slick wetness of her own body. She bit her lip nodded. “Yes—please, Tor.”

  He needed no further invitation as he eased a further finger inside and moved back and forward, his eyes on hers as he watched her expression.

  If someone had told her a week ago she would have been doing this on her almost-nun-like bed she would have laughed. Soon she needed more than just the gentle thrust of Tor’s fingers.

  He seemed to sense that. “Now? I need something.”

  “What?” She was naked and willing. What more could he want?

  “Some lotion.”

  Waverley blushed. Duh, of course. Otherwise it would be like the proverbial square peg into a round hole. She turned her head in the direction of her dressing table. “The blue bottle. No, wait. The pink.”

  “There’s a difference?”

  “You’re a man. You wouldn’t understand.” One was body lotion for the day and one was for the night.

  “No, we never do from what I hear.” Tor went to the dressing table and brought back the lotion.

  She was entranced as he flicked the lid and worked the smooth gel over his cock. It was sexiest sight.

  “I need you.” Waverley allowed Tor to position her legs so he could elevate her ass using a nearby pillow. She started giggling.

  “What?” His cock was positioned, ready for entry.

  “What would someone think if they walked in now?”

  Tor chuckled and eased the head of his cock inside. “They would think I was a very lucky man.”

  Waverley had heard of the old camel-passing-through-the-eye-of-the-needle thing and she was beginning to wonder if something so large would fit into such a small area.

  “Um, Tor—”

  “Relax, precious,” he murmured, pushing inside. “This will work but if it hurts I will stop.”

  Waverley snorted. “No, you bloody won’t because I won’t let you, besides I wasn’t saying don’t do it, I was just wondering and— Oh…” She felt something give inside her as his penis pushed in farther. “So hot, so full.”

  “Okay?”

  “Oh hell yeah.” Tor began thrusting in long, slow strokes that made her head spin with the intensity of what she was feeling. It was so different from anything she had ever experienced before. “I just know there is no way I am going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

  Tor stopped thrusting to laugh. “Have I told how much I love you, precious?”

  “Yeah, now prove it and move.” She smiled as Tor’s fingers buried themselves in her vagina and thrust in rhythm with his cock. The feeling was exquisite and having already been on edge with the silver bullet, it did not take long for the shooting pleasure of a climax to crash through her body. Waverley let out a low, keening moan as she wallowed in the pleasure.

  “I didn’t say you could come,” Tor reminded her.

  “I dare you not to come.” She could feel he was so close to exploding inside her.

  “I’d lose,” he growled as a rush of sensation had Tor coming hard and fast within her. Her dropped her legs and moved to undo her hands.

  When he gathered her in his arms and lay back down with her on the bed, Waverley knew true happiness for the first time.

  Chapter Five

  “She’s the blonde one looking all moony-eyed at the boss.” The man watched as his employer led the woman into the store. It was after elev
en o’clock at night and the Lickety Split had closed.

  “She sleeping with him?” His accomplice ducked down behind the counter to make sure he was not seen.

  “They’re fucking like rabbits.” He could tell just by the way he held her against his body as they walked. It was the possessive hold of a man besotted by a woman.

  “So he doesn’t have a clue what we are doing?”

  “Nope.” And they were going to make money out of their boss’s ignorance.

  The other man stood up once the couple had passed. “So we ship out containers tonight?”

  “Yeah, and we have a limited time to get them to Pete’s store in this heat.” It angered him greatly when he thought about the money they had lost on the last deal because they had been thwarted by the upgraded security. But careful scrutiny of when security made their rounds meant they had a window of opportunity. “Is the van parked nice and close out the back?” Lickety Split ice cream was big business. It had a taste that no other did. Thieves relabeled it made themselves a nice little profit.

  The other man nodded. “You think he’ll be around for long tonight?”

  “No, he’ll be too caught up in wanting to bang her.”

  * * * * *

  “Should we be here after-hours?” Waverley held on to Tor’s hand tightly. They had spent all day making love and she still couldn’t get enough of him.

  “My store—I can do what I like.” Tor pulled her to him and kissed her hard. “Besides you wanted ice cream and I aim to please, my lady.”

  “Am I?”

  “You know you are.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.” He spun her around until she was facing the table of a nearby booth. “Let’s enjoy what we have.” Tor tugged on her shorts.

  “Here?” Waverley felt the air on her naked behind as he removed her pants. “’Has to be a health violation surely.” But she didn’t care because her need for him was more urgent than worrying about rules. Part of Waverley knew that what they had might all fall apart tomorrow. If so, she wanted to take advantage of every moment she had with this amazing man. No one had ever made her feel so good. She jumped as his hand slid in between her legs from behind.

  “I love how you are always so beautiful and wet for me.”

  “Only for you, Tor.” She shivered as he nuzzled her neck, his warm breath on her skin making her hot with need. How was it possible to want someone so much?

  “May I?” he whispered low in her ear.

  “Yes, please.” There was no other response that Waverley could give. She braced her hands against the table and widened her stance as she heard the sound of wrapping being ripped off a condom. “What’s taking you so long?” she teased.

  “Patience, precious,” Tor murmured, sounding anything but.

  Waverley butted her ass back against him. “Do I have to use my fingers?”

  “You do and I’ll spank you.”

  She let one hand slip between her legs and toyed with her clit. She didn’t want to touch it too hard as she was ultrasensitive to any stimulation at that moment. When Tor‘s hand came down on her backside, she squealed with delight and removed her hand.

  “Finally got the condom on, then?” Waverley was rewarded with a slap to her ass. She had never thought that spanking was the remotest bit erotic until she met Tor.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Tor spanked her one last time. He smiled as she sighed with contentment.

  “I like it better when you’re inside me.” Waverley felt Tor’s hands on her hips and the head of his cock against her vagina. She pushed back against him. “Now please.” As the full length of his shaft sank inside her, she moaned. Waverley had never considered herself an overtly sexual person until she met this man. Anything he wanted she would give. Because I love him. She stiffened in shock as the thought slammed into her. I love Tor.

  The man in question stopped thrusting inside her. “Are you okay?”

  “Don’t stop. Make me come.” If this all fell apart between them at least her memories of Tor would never fade. “Harder,” Waverley insisted. She was answered by Tor pulling out and thrusting back in hard, pumping inside her as if he was a man possessed.

  “You drive me crazy,” he growled against her ear.

  Waverley grabbed the tabletop so firmly she was expecting it to rip out from the floor and send them rocketing backward.

  “Steel bolts,” Tor murmured as if guessing her thoughts. “Hold on.”

  The scream that tore from her throat was loud and long and anyone passing the Lickety Split at that moment would have thought she was dying. The orgasm that gripped her was so powerful her legs would have buckled if not for the fact that Tor was holding her so tightly against him. She panted in short gasps as she tried to regain some vague composure. Tor continued his pace until he let out a loud groan and clutched her to him as his penis jerked and twitched inside her.

  “Bloody hell,” Waverley breathed out as Tor pulled out from her body. He turned her around and kissed her with a passion that made her sag against him in response. “You’re very good and I am ruined for all other men.” Now she finally understood what that statement meant.

  Tor picked up her hand and kissed the palm. “There is never going to be anyone else for me but you, Waverley Astor.”

  The dream sounded so nice but the reality was too hazy and undefined for her to believe it wholeheartedly.

  “I believe you promised me ice cream.”

  “Ah, a change of subject.” Tor gazed into her eyes. “I love you and I plan to be with you forever so get over it.”

  ‘“Get over it’ is hardly romantic.” I want to believe, I really do. Problem was it had all happened so fast that Waverley was scared it would end just as quickly and she would not be able to get over it.

  Tor stepped back and removed the spent condom, disposing of it in a nearby bin.

  “You’re a hard sell, precious.” He took her hand in his once more. “So I will ask you a question I think you can handle. What flavor?”

  “So you’re going to race in get the ice cream and race out?” The freezer Tor had brought her to was a large industrial one. It was nothing like the one they had been stuck in at the supermarket.

  He told her it was where all the extra special ice cream was kept. Well, I’m pretty damn special. Waverley felt smug and excited. Special ice cream. Yum.

  “Yes, so stay outside. It’s too cold in there.” Tor opened the door a fraction. “So caramel?”

  “May as well get chocolate mud while you’re in there.” Waverley smiled as he looked at her in mock exasperation. “I’m a woman. I could change my mind at any moment.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping.” Tor went in and shut the door.

  “Oh and I want to.” She leaned against the side of the freezer and thought about the future. How nice would it be to have Tor as part of her life? Yes, Waverley was capable of living alone but having someone you loved made life more livable. “Please let it b—” She stopped when she heard the noise. “What the?” It sounded like a fight had broken out in the freezer. Surely no one else wanted caramel ice cream at this time of night and was fighting Tor for it? Before she could do anything, the lights went out. “Holy hell. What’s going on?”

  The next thing Waverley knew a blast of cold hair hit her and the sound of two men grunting and swearing colored the air.

  “Tor?” she yelled as she ran into the open freezer door. “Crap, that hurt.” Waverley put a hand to her cheek to assess the damage. She could still hear the scuffling around her. She didn’t know what she could do in the dark and Waverley didn’t want to be one of those helpless females who screamed the hero’s name over and over for no reason. Before she could do anything, a man rushed past, knocking her to the ground. Waverley was winded as her back hit the ground. She was just beginning to make out shapes in the darkness. As another body rushed past her, she rolled over and grabbed one of the legs, forcing the man to trip and fall. She scrambled
on top of him. Waverley could hear the sound of running feet. “Tor, I got one.” The sound of familiar laughter came from beneath her. She ran her hand over the body she was perched on.

  “You have me.” Tor’s hands slid up to her hips. “And if you ever climb on another man you are in big trouble, precious.”

  “What happened? How did the lights go off and how can you be turned-on by this?” Waverley could feel his cock pushing at his jeans.

  “I suspect they are the ice cream thieves and that they turned off the lights to confuse us.”

  “Well, that worked nicely.”

  “And any time you touch me I want you.”

  Oh boy. Who’s a lucky girl?

  “Did you see either of them?” Tor’s hands massaged her ass.

  Waverley shifted position so she was directly over his covered penis. She was strangely turned-on by what had happened as well. It seemed natural to rub herself against the erection that was being offered.

  “No, I was knocked to the ground.”

  “Are you okay?”

  The fierce, worried sound of Tor’s voice made her feel loved and protected.

  “Yes…you know we can’t have sex here.” Waverley knew she was only saying what they were both thinking.

  Tor sighed in agreement. “You’re unfortunately right.” He squinted at her through the darkness. “Are you going to get up?”

  “’Just trying to will certain parts of my body to calm down.” The sound of Tor’s laughter made her smile. To make this man happy was important to her. “Got another condom?”

  “Left-hand side pocket. Why?”

  Waverley moved her hand to the pocket in question.

  “Because, despite everything, I don’t want certain things to calm down.” His cock was one of them.

  “Danger turns you on, precious?”

  With Tor—any time and every time. “Maybe, or maybe I just want to be with you.” To make the most of whatever this wildfire craziness was between them. She pulled out the condom and stood.

  “Where are you going?” Tor reached out for her.

  Waverley tried to focus through the dark for the light switch.