Free Love Me Twice by Roz Lee Page A

between them like a ping-pong ball. Leave it to Sean, the mud-fucker to come up with an idea like this.
    Drew moved away from the railing and dropped into a chair. Cold wire mesh bit into his bare ass beneath the short wrap. Crew comfort wasn’t a high priority, obviously. He considered going to the passenger decks where the comfortable deck chairs lived, but that would mean seeing people, possibly the two people he was determined to avoid for the next eleven hours and nine minutes. Not that he was counting.
    He raised his arm to run his hand through his hair, but a sharp twinge in his shoulder brought him up short. Images came to mind—Bree’s hands wrapped around his forearms, hanging on as he drove into her. Her head thrown back as she absorbed him into her body. The thatch of fire-red curls between her legs. The first time he’d seen her naked, those curls had been the equivalent of a red flag in a bullring. He could appreciate a neatly trimmed mound, but the wild, natural look Bree sported, turned him into an animal.
    Shit. What was he doing thinking of her again? And wanting her? He’d had her twice, and she’d been two different women each time. Soft and compliant the first time. Wild, and out of control tonight. If he had her again, would she morph yet again?
    He rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder. This couldn’t happen again, no matter what his cock had to say about it.

Chapter Six

    Her hours with Sean were drawing to a close. After he’d come in her mouth, they laid there, skin to skin for the longest, absorbing the feel of each other. Sean had been tender then, taking her with infinite care and attention. For a few short hours, they’d dropped the whole dom and sub agenda and just been lovers. As she watched him now, his long, lean body slicing through the warm salt-water lap pool, her body hummed with need.
    Wrapped in a beach towel against the pre-dawn chill, her body warmed at the memory of Sean’s heated skin sliding over and into her, over and over again. He was a magnificent specimen, and he had stamina to equal it. Somehow, he found the strength to get in his morning workout, when it was all Celeste could do to stand without falling. Somewhere in the long night they’d shared, her legs had ceased to work. Sean had carried her to the edge of the pool, covered her with the beach towel, and ordered her to stay. As if she could walk away.
    She knew it wasn’t fair to Sean, but her mind wandered to Drew, and what he was doing. In a few short hours, Sean would turn her over to his best friend, and possibly make an enemy of him by doing it, if he hadn’t already. If she slept with Drew, would Sean accept it, or would it be a wedge between them too?
    What she wouldn’t give to turn back the clock and change that one decision. If she’d simply said no when Sean asked her to share herself with Drew, none of this would have happened. She would have had the last five years with Sean, and perhaps by now they would have had a child, maybe two. A burning coal took up residence in her chest, somewhere near where her heart should be. Before the capture, before that last mission, they’d talked about the possibility, and they’d both wanted it when the time was right. It had made walking away that much more difficult. She wondered if Sean felt the void the same as she did, or if he’d simply moved beyond it.
    The sun peeked over the horizon and cast a gold ribbon across the deck and the shallow lap pool. Celeste turned her face to the light and let it fill her. It banished the outer chill, but deep inside her core was as cold and barren as the Antarctic.

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    Sean kicked against the pool wall and propelled his body toward the opposite end. He did it without conscious effort. Years of routine made swimming laps as effortless as breathing. This was his time to think every day. Some people meditated, some sat behind closed doors to find their own time, but the pool had been his choice since his