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  Over and over her body shuddered and contracted until finally Dylan withdrew from her mouth, laid her head on his thigh and blackness overtook her.

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  "She's fine,” she heard Dylan say. “This happened the last time we used the spreader. Her orgasm was so intense it wiped her out."

  "I'm okay,” she mumbled. Testing her arms and legs, she realised the handcuffs and spreader were gone and she was lying on one of the mats, pillows under her head. Her body ached from head to toe, but it was a pleasant ache, and a satisfied glow suffused her.

  "Of course you are, luv.” Dylan stretched out beside her, his lips showering her face and neck with small, soft kisses.

  Avery pried her eyes open and saw Tony sitting in one of the chairs looking exhausted. She chuckled. “Have trouble keeping up?” she teased.

  "I need more conditioning,” he grinned. “But I'm more than willing to go into training."

  Dylan was running his hands lightly over Avery's body, plumping her breasts, teasing at her navel, caressing the flesh of her pussy. “Think you'd like to do this again, luv?” he asked.

  Avery shifted her glance to him. She tried to still the thread of excitement popping to life. “If it's okay with you."

  "More than okay.” He kissed her cheek. “This way I get to fuck you as well as watch you come. I loved it.” He looked at Tony. “Are you up, if you'll pardon the pun, for next weekend? You can have the cottage again or stay with us."

  "I think the cottage. You two need your moments of privacy. But yes, next weekend sounds great."

  Avery looked over at him. “Care to join us for dinner tonight? Dylan's going to barbecue."

  Tony pushed himself up from the chair. “Much as I'd love to, I think I'm heading home for a hot shower and a nap.” He bent down and kissed her. “I look forward to next time. You're a real treasure, Avery sweet."

  He picked up the empty wine cooler, waved at them and jogged off across the sand.

  "You are, you know,” Dylan said, sliding one finger into the cleft of her sex.

  "I'm what?"

  "A treasure. But you're my treasure, no matter who we bring into our games."

  She turned and looped her arms around his neck. “But you're mine, too, and don't you forget it."

  A thoughtful look stole over his face. “We've been together for three years now, Avery. Our lives are good together, wouldn't you say?"

  "Of course.” She frowned. “Is something wrong? You said you were okay with all this. That you wanted it as much as I do."

  "Of course. Nothing's wrong, luv. It's been a wonderful summer day. I could celebrate all season like this. I just think it's time to make sure no one has a chance to steal you away from me."

  She laughed. “As if anyone could. Dylan, we are so compatible they should write a book about it. And with or without another person, the sex is beyond fantastic."

  He moved over her, kneeing her legs apart. “Tell me if you're too sore for me to touch you."

  "It's a good sore, but first I want to know what you're getting at."

  He tested her readiness and impossibly, found her wet again. With careful precision he drove his hardened cock slowly into her, until he was fully seated and his testicles slapped against her.

  "What I want ... “He moved in and out. “Is to...” Two more in and out strokes. “Marry you.” He thrust hard, the tip of his shaft touching her womb.

  Avery's eyes widened, as much from his penetration as from his proposal.

  "Marry?” She began moving her hips with his rhythm. “But you always said"

  "I know, I know. I always thought marriage was a bond that would choke me. But I've changed my mind.” In and out again. “I want to be bound to you, luv. For now and forever. I want whoever we bring into this house to know that no matter what, you're mine. Period. I love you, Avery. What do you say?"

  She wrapped her legs around him to pull him in tighter and looked straight into his eyes. “I say yes. A big, fat yes."

  Their shared orgasm exploded, shaking them harder than they thought possible after all they'd done. Hearts pounded. Lungs struggled for air. Slick skin slid against slick skin, until Avery's legs fell away from Dylan's body, and he cradled her against him. Exhausted, they shared a kiss full of the love they felt for each other, their promise for the future.

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  About the Desiree Holt

  I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God's chosen place on earth. My husband, David, is a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.

  I've had a lot of firsts in my life—first female sports report on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council.

  I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and History, and a minor in Economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn't until we retired that I could devote myself to it full time.

  My wonderful husband, David, encourages me and supports me in my dream. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.

  When I'm not writing I'm an avid reader—anything and everything—and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.

  I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.

  Email: [email protected]

  Desiree loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at www.totalebound.com.

  Also by Desiree Holt

  Crude Oil

  Brit Party: Fourplay

  Beg Me

  Afternoon Delight

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