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  She ground her hips hard and fast, eyes clenched shut, focusing, breathing short and fast, small whimpers escaping. And then she froze, pussy clenching, mouth falling open, breathless, hissing and she rode out her wave, fingers digging into my shoulders, my hands impossibly tight on her hips feeling that tremble as she finished.

  She sighed a smile, chest heaving, a small laugh of satisfaction from her, brushing the hair of out her face. Fucking gorgeous. She shivered, panting, nipples hard, eyes heavy. I grinned.

  I drove my still rock hard dick up inside her gently, reminding her I was still there; she hissed, moaning, nerve endings on fire, catching herself with her hands on my chest.

  I grinned and took her wrists in my hands. “You’re not the only one who wants more.”

  Chapter 9

  Elaina

  He sat up and rolled us, my legs on his shoulders before I could blink, driving his dick into me from above again. I groaned, so worked over and almost numb from my orgasm, yet still so damn turned on. I felt like liquid sex.

  He pressed down against me, sighing, going as deep and as hard as he could, face inches from mine. He leaned down and bit my nipple, fucking me hard, making my back arch against the bed, crying out.

  He growled, thrusting hard, straining.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he hissed, fingers along my neck, cock pounding into me.

  I could tell he was close and I licked my lips, relishing him fucking the hell out of me.

  He thrust once, twice, and on the third thrust, he buried his dick in me as far as he could go, shuddering, groaning, cock pulsing inside me, making me groan and come again, pussy clenching around him.

  He stilled and waited for me to catch my breath, every nerve ending on fire and so fucking satisfied.

  My heart thundered in my chest. Hunter eased my legs down off his shoulders; I winced as he lowered them, dick still in me.

  He held himself up on his elbows over me, eyes still closed, dick still twitching in my pussy.

  I watched him through half lidded eyes, unable to control the smile curving on my lips. Hunter leaned down and kissed me, hard and thorough. My pussy clenched at the feel of his tongue on mine and he groaned into my mouth.

  He kissed me again and pulled back, slowly dragging himself away from me.

  “C’mon,” he coaxed, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Hunter

  I retaped the covering over Elaina’s tattoo. It’d come dislodged while we’d fucked. I bit back a grin at the thought. My shades were still drawn, daylight kept at bay, the glow illuminating the best damn thing I’d seen in a long time.

  She’d put her panties back on but nothing else so I could cover her tattoo. Thank fuck because I got to keep staring at her perfect tits.

  I put the last piece of tape over the covering and looked up at her, her hands in her hair, eyes closed, probably exhausted. I’d worked her over good in more than one way for almost 12 hours now.

  She felt my hands pull away and opened her eyes, blinking them hard to wake herself up.

  “Thanks,” she smiled sleepily, looking around for her clothes, “I should get going.”

  I frowned. Damnit. That’s absolutely not what I wanted. Yeah, 12 hours ago I couldn’t wait to fucking get rid of her… but now… I didn’t want her to go.

  She picked up my shirt, the one she wore earlier, small blood spots on it. She winced.

  “Sorry… I can try to wash this for you,” she offered, “I’ll wear this home, if that’s okay…”

  I blinked. I didn’t want her to go home. I wanted her to stay, to get back in bed with me, feel her close to me again. I wanted her, I’d had her… but I still wanted more.

  “No,” I muttered, “I mean, you can take the shirt… but you don’t have to go, you can stay if you want.”

  She smiled, tired eyes warming, glancing at my clock. It was well after noon. “Thanks… but I need to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

  I smirked. “That’s what I meant… Sleep here.”

  Her eyes flicked to my bed, blanket and sheets still a mess from when I’d fucked her on it. She chewed the inside of her lip, mulling it over.

  “C’mon, Sticks,” I coaxed, getting into bed, “You know I won’t bite.”

  She smiled; I could see indecision in her eyes. I could tell she was struggling with playing it cool and casually sauntering out, like she didn’t give a damn… or getting into bed with me and not giving a fuck. I hoped she’d decide on the latter.

  “Are you sure?” she asked tentatively; I could hear in her voice what she really wanted.

  My jaw hardened. I knew what I wanted to say… but felt like a fucking pussy for thinking it already. So I only nodded.

  She dropped my shirt and climbed into bed with me, turning off the lamp, and sliding her warm body against mine. Relief flooded my chest as her small body curled along mine, my arm over her waist, pulling her against my chest, my nose in her hair. She melted into me, too tired to fight sleep.

  I couldn’t fucking stop myself. This woman fucking plagued my life, threatened my career and my sanity, blackmailed me… And now I didn’t want to let her go. Fucking Sticks.

  Her hand curled over mine and pulled my arm tighter against her chest, between her perfect tits. I kissed the back of her neck, waiting for her to fall asleep. She moved her hips back against mine, wrapping crinkling over her tattoo. Pride surged up inside me once again. She had my tattoo on her and I’d fucked her… I’d had her in every possible way. I still wanted her just as badly.

  EPILOGUE

  6 months later

  Elaina

  “Your girl’s here,” Hunter’s client notices.

  Hunter looks up, eyes glinting when he sees me. I can’t stop the warm feeling that rushes through me when I feel his eyes on me. I immediately want his hands on me, touching me everywhere.

  “Gimme 5, Paul,” he says to his client, pulling off his gloves, and meeting me at the counter.

  He grins as I hold up the bag with his burrito in it. “Steak?”

  I nod, “Of course.”

  He takes it from me, leaning over the counter to kiss me. “Thanks, Sticks.”

  I feel the tingle all the way down to the pussy like it does every time he calls me that. I fucking love it.

  “Hang around for a while,” he suggests, “I’ll be done soon.”

  I shrug, not having anywhere else to be. I take a seat and grab one of the magazines on the table, eyeing the one with Hunter on the cover, shirtless, tattoos showcased. I’d framed it for his house when it’d been released.

  Six months ago, he hit some kind of tattoo jackpot, doing the best tattoos he swore he’d ever done back to back. Every tattoo was absolutely fucking perfect. Clients posted pictures and tagged him in everything, entering their tattoo into competitions. He won them all, with other tattoos done by him placing in the top 5. Then, all of a sudden magazines were calling asking for interviews and photo shoots. For a while, a few magazines were competing for him, trying to offer him an exclusive four page spread and the cover. It took him a while to decide on which deal to take. After the issue was printed, he was booked solid for the next year in a week.

  “You’re not giving her a tattoo, right?” his client asks warily, hoping Hunter didn’t sell out.

  Hunter scoffs. “She wishes.”

  He looks over and winks at me, trying to hide his grin.

  Hunter Helms has given me three more tattoos and the best sex of my life. He always calls, always kisses me good morning, always opens the door for me, and always holds my hand; little things that I never would have thought to expect of him. He told me yesterday that he drew up something special for me, for that empty spot on my sternum that he talked about tattooing the first time we fucked. I’m so giddy to see it, I can hardly control myself. I know I’ll ask him if he’ll do it tonight, knowing he’ll say yes. I’m sure that’s his plan all along.

  After every tattoo, we have mind blowing sex and my eyes wan
der over to him just thinking about it. He meets my eyes and winks like he knows what I’m thinking. I grin. I can’t fucking wait to have his hands on me.

  The End

  Excerpt: Alone With Her

  Audrey

  When my brother asked if he could bring one of his friends home with him on his leave from Iraq, I was not prepared for the tall, handsome soldier walking through my door. Rex Ryan was pure muscle, tattoos, and tanned skin. It was hard to pick my jaw up off the floor and remember that since they were only here for fifteen days, they’d want to party and get girls. There was no way he’d be interested in me.

  Rex

  My battle buddy did not warn me that his sister was a total knockout. I’d had plans of burgers and beers, maybe some girls, but all that changed when I met Audrey. I know I shouldn’t want her; she’s my best friend’s sister… But I can’t help myself. It’s been months since I’ve been with a woman and she’s all I can think about. Somehow I’ll have to control myself. Somehow I’ll have to stay away. I’m just not sure how long I can last if I’m alone with her.

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  About The Author

  Julianne Reid lives in sunny Florida with her husband and three dogs.

  Find Julianne at [email protected]

  Table Of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Whatever It Takes

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

  Excerpt: Alone With Her

  About The Author