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to do more.
    He withdrew slowly until just the head of his cock remained, both of them gasping at the sudden motion after remaining still for so long. Then he returned, stroking deeply.
    Neither of them sought to increase the pace. Instead, they took their time, learning each other’s bodies. On the fourth stroke, Eric found her G-spot, the thrust evoking the most beautiful gasp from Joni. He put his knowledge to good use, driving her higher and higher, until her back arched off the bed and her nails scratched his skin. He winced at the burn even though it made him want to go wild.
    He stilled as she rode out the storm of her orgasm, then he resumed his motions, determined to see her come again.
    It didn’t take Joni long to find her way back to the peak, but it appeared she didn’t like diving off the cliff alone. She cupped his face in her soft hands and forced him to look at her.
    “Come with me,” she demanded.
    She didn’t have to ask. He couldn’t have held off his own climax if someone held a gun to his head.
    He nodded, then pushed in harder. She cried out at his rough thrust. “Oh God. Do that again.”
    Eric gave her what she wanted because it matched his own needs. He increased the speed of his thrusts, Joni lifting her hips to meet him, to add to the power of the moment.
    He pounded inside her for several minutes more—resisting the overwhelming need to explode because it felt too damn good to stop. She was right. Two years wouldn’t be enough. Forever wouldn’t be.
    When Joni’s second orgasm began, her inner muscles clenching his thick flesh, he lost the battle, coming so hard he saw stars.
    Neither of them moved for several minutes, their breaths coming loud and labored. Eric wondered if she could hear the thudding of his heart, given how hard it was beating.
    Joni looked to the side briefly, then smiled as she plucked a rose petal from her shoulder. “I think I just won the petal contest.”
    He shook his head. “Nope. It’s not over yet. Still plenty of hours left for me to pull ahead. Next time, I’m putting you on top.”
    Her pussy clenched at his declaration, giving away her own desire to do just that.
    “You seem to have a problem with admitting defeat on bets,” she teased.
    Eric laughed. “And you’re always in a rush to declare a winner before the race is over.”
    “Maybe.”
    He was delighted by her answer, thrilled to see her starting to cave. It gave him hope for the future. Their future.
    He pulled out of her reluctantly, dropping to his back next to her.
    Joni stretched out like a well-loved cat and Eric suspected she would have purred if she could. “That was quite a night…and day…and another night.”
    He rolled over and ran his hand along her thigh. The touch provoked a shiver of delight. He loved the way her body responded to his. The way they fit.
    “Then what do you say we go for broke? One daring week? Month? Year? How much time do you have and how reckless are you feeling?”
    “You’re still determined to win that bet, aren’t you?”
    He chuckled. “Joni, my love, I’ve already won.” Then he made sure to kiss her so sweetly she couldn’t have offered up a smartass reply if her life depended on it.

 
     
    Epilogue
     
    A year later….
     
    Joni didn’t “date” Eric for the next year. Instead, they went out for dinner, to the movies, attended family gatherings, weddings, and holiday office parties together as “just friends”.
    It had become a joke with their families, but neither Joni nor Eric sought to change the status quo. She truly hadn’t been ready for a new love when she’d met Eric. Hell, the body wasn’t even cold on her previous relationship. And for a few months she’d been convinced he was simply the transition guy. The one who’d teach her how to trust again. And that was what he’d done.
    Only he hadn’t gone anywhere and she sure as hell hadn’t wanted him to. She was head over heels in love with the man.
    She’d been so