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stopped, his upper body rising like a cobra from the place where his body was rooted to hers, and he came, juddering, quaking, his hands moving to her shoulders to hold her and anchor himself deep as he spilled his seed.
    He finished quickly but with a force that alarmed her as she watched his orgasm play out in waves on his face, intense and vivid, muscles working around his eyes and his mouth, his nostrils flaring. Her heart pattered, her spine tingled, her sex ached and burned wanting him gone, wanting him always.
    Finally, he looked at her, his eyes slowly opening, a smile sliding across his mouth and twinkling in his gaze. “Look at you. Faith Mitchell. All messed up.”
    “Get off me,” she said, her words clawing the scant space between them.
    But Casper had other ideas, settling his palms at her sides. “You are one tasty woman.”
    “Tasty? What does that even mean?” She moved her heels to his hipbones and pushed. “Get off.”
    “I could do that. Or I could just pick you up like this and carry you up the stairs.”
    “Are you out of your mind?” Then, since he wasn’t moving, she did, scuttling like a crab across the table, missing the feel of his cock inside her the moment he was gone. She rolled from thetabletop to her feet, found her panties across the room, felt Casper’s semen tickling the tops of her thighs. Reaching for a paper towel, she glanced at him and said, “Don’t just stand there.”
    Because his standing there was bothering her. His jeans and briefs were bunched around his knees, her juices and his glistening on his cock that was still half hard. It hung between his thighs, thick and tempting as it bobbed above his balls. His hands were at his hips, his white T-shirt bunched up to reveal well-defined abs bisected by a trail of dark hair.
    He nodded toward the towel she held in her hand. “Bring me one of those. Wet. Warm water, not cold.”
    What was she now, his concubine? But she did as he asked because it gave her a reason to look away and time to find some semblance of sanity. And she thought she had. Her breathing had calmed. Her heart had stopped trying to beat its way out of her chest.
    When she reached him, however, she realized she wasn’t herself at all. He didn’t move more than an eyebrow, then told her, “Clean me up.”
    She waited—one heartbeat, a second, a third—weighing her pleasure against his, her acquiescence against his demand, then wrapped the damp towel around the tip of his cock to swipe away his cum. He shifted in her hand, lifting, hardening, going stiff and full as she held him, as she cleaned him, stroked him, her own hold tighter, feeling him throb.
    He grinned, a slow, lazy move that grooved his dimples deep into his cheeks and brought a twinkle to his eyes. That had her heart pounding again, her blood rushing to pool low in her center the way his had done. She stilled her hand. He was clean enough for leaving. And that’s what they both had to do. Now.
    Or so she’d decided. Casper had other plans, hitching up hispants with one hand while he cupped the other at the base of her skull and brought her head to his, their cheeks together, his mouth lingering at the edge of hers. “Thank you.”
    “For what?” she whispered, the wash of her breath damp between them.
    “The towel. The table. The countertop.”
    She pulled back far enough to meet his gaze. “You’re thanking me for the kitchen?”
    “I’m thanking you for making sure I’ll smile every time I walk into this room from now on.”

SEVEN
    “S HH ,” F AITH SHUSHED from where she lay naked beneath him.
    Casper’s only response was to smile against her skin because he wasn’t the one making the noise. He swirled his tongue in and around her navel, his hands against her inner thighs spreading her open. She wiggled and squirmed and her hands at her sides clenched his sheets in need of changing.
    She groaned as he nipped at the cute pooch of her tummy, making his way lower and