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with her darker skin tone and making beautiful patterns that came alive as sensual art.
    Hands secured behind her back as he’d held her in place, pressing her head lower to the mattress so he could ease his cock into her sex from behind. His hardness slipping into soft, wet heat again and again until they were both ready to scream.
    Or ropes to control her, to give the illusion of being subdued. Like the current setup with this bed—places to secure her limbs so she’d be completely at his mercy. Not so he could take his pleasure, but so he could give to her.
    It was always about giving.
    Except now, at this moment. Now his body demanded that he take. The memories taunted him, and Tim stripped off his clothes. Slowly. Once again meticulous and deliberate, no matter how tight his balls had drawn, or how heavy his cock felt as he released it from his briefs.
    He paused to picture her, spread-eagle on his bed. Her dark hair loose on his pillow, her arms stretched overhead, wrists secured to the headboard. He could see her exquisite body laid out before him, and he wrapped a hand around his cock and pulled languidly. Prolonging the pleasure. Easing over his fullness, rubbing the escaping moisture over the sensitive head.
    He’d done this before while she’d watched. Taken himself in hand and stood beside her to let her enjoy every move, his own pleasure rising because of her responsiveness. Her eyes huge as her tongue snuck out to moisten full pouting lips. As if fascinated by the pressure he used, the speed of the strokes. She’d stared, mesmerized, her body a lush banquet before him. Innately sensual, moving from one position to the next with her bold beauty on display.
    His urgent need for release increased.
    They’d teased, touching themselves while trying to force the other to the breaking point first. Dirty talk, sexual images. Tim increased the tightness of his grip, increased his speed slightly until pleasure raced up his spine.
    Erin would smile, mischief breaking over her face as he’d draw closer to the end. Her fingers stroking her clit, dipping between her soft folds into her core and coming back glistening with her sweet juices.
    Tim squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, attempting to hold off for one more second, to cling to the images of the past for one more moment, but it was too much to ask. Not when he could as good as taste her skin, smell the passion in the room. The desire. Her need and his all wrapped up together. Release exploded from him as sticky wetness poured over his fingers. He gasped, semen jerking from him on every pull as he used his other hand as a cover to contain the mess.
    His heart pounded, his breathing uneven. They’d been apart for years, yet he could picture being with her as if it were yesterday. Another shudder rocked him, and he groaned, letting the final bits of tension wash away.
    Tim collapsed on the mattress, the edge taken off, his body moderately satisfied, but his mind and soul still longing for her. For the real connection of being with Erin again.
    Whatever it took, he would make that a reality.

CHAPTER 7

    Tim entered Lifeline headquarters with a spring in his step, excitement and pleasure there as Marcus stood to greet him.
    â€œYou’re prompt.” Marcus held out his hand and Tim shook it firmly. “Let’s go through a few things before the others get here.”
    â€œLove to.” Being offered a trial run with Lifeline that morning had been the next step in what needed to happen. “Glad to know my references checked out.”
    Marcus laughed. “After I’d talked to the first three I wondered if you’d given me a list of hired actors to contact. The glowing reports were a touch overwhelming. Luckily for you my conversation with reference number four was more realistic.”
    Tim joined Marcus in the boardroom, settling into one of the oversized chairs. “They didn’t sing my