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I laughed, pushing on his shoulder. “Not much to see there, Dr. VanRyan. One-piece and a cover-up.”

He frowned. “Sounds sexy to me. You look sexy now too.”

I paused, and he seemed confused. “What?”

“I’m not willowy and skinny.”

He slid his hands up my arms, stopping at my shoulders and stroking my skin with his thumbs. “No, you’re a little nymph with curves I want to worship.” He cupped my face. “I’ve seen you naked, Maddy. I like what I see. Very much. I want you exactly the way you are right now.”

“Really?” I whispered.

He took my hand and held it to his erection. “You feel that? That’s how much I like how you look. That’s the reaction I get just thinking of you. So go put on your suit and let’s go to the pool and enjoy the afternoon before I bend you over my sofa and show you just how sexy I think you are.” He bent, his lips hovering over mine. “Your choice.”

He was irresistible. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt that showed off his muscles, he was too sexy to resist. I leaned up and kissed him. “I’ll go with option B.”

He grinned, yanking me to his chest, covering my mouth with his.

“Oh baby, now you’re talking.”

He guided me back to the sofa, his mouth claiming and insistent. In seconds, he had lifted me to the back, pushing up the loose cotton of the dress I wore. He groaned when his fingers ran up my leg, encountering only bare skin when he reached my center.

“Bare?” he gasped into my mouth. “You came to me bare?”

“Easier to get in and out of a suit,” I murmured.

“Liar,” he whispered. “You really missed me.”

I laughed against his mouth, the sound becoming a whimper as he crowded me, pushing my legs open wider and stroking me.

“So wet for me, Maddy?” he groaned into my neck.

“Call me Horny Maddy today,” I replied, then cried out as he pushed two fingers inside me.

“You want to come for me, Horny?” he asked. “On my fingers or cock?”

“Both,” I gasped, my hips moving of their own accord, wanting as close to the pleasure he was giving me as possible.

“I need a condom,” he growled.

Fumbling, I reached into the pocket of my dress, holding up a row of them. “Sue sends her regards.”

“She’s getting flowers tomorrow,” he grunted.

An orgasm hit me out of nowhere. It was hot, fast, and so intense I could only whimper, no words coming from my mouth. Matthew ripped the foil packet with his teeth, rolled on the condom, and sank deep as the ripples of pleasure were still coursing through me. He was big. Hard. Filling me so well I felt the stirrings of another orgasm beginning to build. He gripped my hips, covering my mouth with his, and moved in powerful strokes. He hit me in the right spot, causing bright lights to explode behind my eyes as I absorbed the sensations of him. His talented tongue playing with mine. The way his muscles felt bunching and unbunching under my fingers. His low, guttural sounds as he thrust. The sounds our bodies made as they moved together. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, and he leaned in as my back arched, the subtle shift in position setting me off again.

“Jiminy Cricket!” I yelled. “Geronimo!”

Matthew’s orgasm followed, his hiss of pleasure low in my ear, his breath hot on my skin as he gripped me so tightly, I couldn’t drag in a deep breath.

And then it was over. Neither of us moved. He was still inside me, his arms like vises around me. His breathing was heavy, long, slow inhales of oxygen. He raised his head, meeting my eyes. The beautiful swirls of color in his tender gaze were mesmerizing.

He loosened his grip, reaching up and brushing my hair from my face. His shoulders were shaking with mirth as I shrugged. “I can’t help it. It happens.”

“You are too adorable for words,” he murmured. “Horny Maddy. Jiminy Cricket. I never know what you’re going to say.” He pressed a tender kiss to my mouth. “I love that.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Nope. In fact, I look forward to seeing what other Disney names you’re going to hit me with. Or whatever other amusing words your sex-addled brain spews out.”