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stop. Fill me up!” she screamed.
    “Birth control?” he croaked as he drove into her madly.
    “Depo!” she cried. “Please, James, fill me up!”
    He thrust himself inside her and stilled. Her scream barely
    registered in her own mind as she felt his release inside her. His cock
    was so big it bordered on pain as he stretched her.
    She could feel his seed fill her. Quivering with her own release,
    she hugged his shoulders tightly and held on for dear life. It felt like she would rip in half, as he stuffed her to overflowing.
    He removed his finger from her nether hole and slowly lounged
    back in the tub, holding her to his chest. Both of them were fighting
    for air, unable to speak. They held each other for what seemed like
    days.
    God, what are you doing? Her conscience berated her. Jumping into bed with a man you barely know? Your mother was right! He
    works for Carol! He could be a spy! Why did you have to beg him?

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    What are you going to do when he leaves? Her mind fired questions at a dizzying pace as it always did. She learned long ago that stopping it
    or even slowing it down was a lesson in futility.

    * * * *

    “If you don’t turn your brain off, I’m gonna paddle that ass of
    yours till you do!” James felt her jump at his declaration and couldn’t
    help but laugh. Tilting his head down, trying to stare into the depths
    of her eyes, he could see the blaze of crimson invade her features.
    “What are you thinking about so hard?”
    Averting her eyes, “I was thinking about this,” she stated softly.
    He didn’t think it was possible, but her blush actually deepened.
    “What exactly about this?” he whispered softly.
    “Just the total insanity of this situation. I don’t want you to
    think...” She broke off her statement and took a steadying breath. “I
    can’t seem to find my control when...Um.”
    Pulling her up so he was face to face with her, he cupped her face
    in one of his hands. While feathering a pattern of kisses onto her
    cheek, he was consumed with love for her. “As far as your control or
    lack thereof...You are so amazing, Rainne. The only thing I can think
    is that I want more. More of this. More of you.” He smiled. “This
    situation?” Sighing, he brushed the hair from her face to stare straight into her eyes. “It’s totally fucked up.” They both laughed. “I don’t
    know where it’s headed, and I don’t want to know. I want to enjoy
    this, you, as long as I can. I want the future to be a surprise. Isn’t it more fun that way?” Wagging his brows at her, he flashed a smile.
    She possessed him in a kiss that made him groan deeply. She laid
    her head on his chest as he hugged her tightly. “I do love surprises,”
    she said with a smile. God, I never want this to end, James thought.
    Sex has never been like this, so carnal, so out of control, so perfect.

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    Stop looking at me with that sexy grin, she screamed mentally.
    She stroked her fingers over his broad chest in an intricate pattern.
    Shifting herself off him was the most difficult thing she’d ever
    had to do in her life. Stepping out of the tub, she grabbed a towel,
    then handed one to James. He towered over her, drying her softly. The
    look on his face was so affectionate, Rainne felt almost overwhelmed
    with emotion. No one had ever looked at her like that before. When
    he had her dry, he wrapped her tenderly in the towel.
    She took her time drying him, drinking in his features with her
    eyes. He was so hard it boggled her mind. She’d never seen such a
    wall of man, not an ounce of fat on him. He actually has an eight-
    pack! Her mind wailed. Is that possible? It made her feel ugly. He was the epitome of what she would imagine a warrior to be. Her mind
    kicked into overdrive with self-loathing thoughts. Her stomach
    twisted into knots as it often did when she felt unworthy. She blinked
    back tears as a wave of self-disgust washed over her. You’re