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65 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 17, 2009
Somewhat used to the ride from this morning’s shenanigans, she merely locked her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his neck, glorying in his strength. She wasn’t very heavy, but he really made it seem effortless.
Since they were face-to-face anyway, she decided to test his strength by keeping his mouth occupied while he walked.
Hell, no wonder the human race procreated like crazy. It took a strong man to deny this biological urge. “I won’t come inside of you.” Even as he said it, he recognized the ridiculousness of the words.I couldn’t read this without thinking of The Myth of the Boner Werewolf. It may be a genre staple as shorthand for father material or as proof of how powerful his attraction to the heroine is, but it renders the hero into a sort of unthinking animal I can’t get down with.
Her laugh was half amused, half regretful. “Dr. Barrett, you know better.”
He did know better, but he just did not fucking care. That was the problem. For a solid twenty seconds, he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, couldn’t move. The walls of her pussy rippled around him where he was buried so still inside of her. He swore he could feel every tissue, every inch of her. He released her hips and clenched his teeth. “Climb off. I can’t do it.”
She seemed as reluctant as he was to separate their bodies, but he guessed she was just stronger than he was, because she dismounted and knelt on the bed next to him.
“One day, I want to spend just an hour or two sucking your breasts. Will you let me do that?”
“Get on your hands and knees. And brace yourself. This is going to get a little rough.”
Four, if I ever hurt her or make her cry, you will give me a gun, and I must shoot myself. Five, if I fail to shoot myself, I give you permission to do it on my behalf.”
