With no handcuffs or sex toys in sight, Mark had the wildest sexual experience of his life. He couldn’t even fathom the fact that she claimed to have never orgasmed during sex because she’d come within seconds of his plunging into her wet heat.

Her nails had scored his arms as she’d attempted to top from the bottom. He’d had a lot of vocal women, but most sounded as if they exaggerated it just for entertainment value. His Angel, though, seemed to genuinely love his cock, and she let her appreciation be known. It reminded him of the saying a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. He didn’t want to offend her by commenting on it, because he freaking loved it. He’d given it to her hard, and she’d begged for more. She was a greedy little thing in bed, as the fact that he was now lying next to her panting would attest to.

He leaned down to kiss her mouth, and then the tip of her nose. Her eyes, which had been closed, fluttered open. He saw surprise, along with satisfaction there. “That was amazeballs,” she murmured, before kicking her arms and legs in a way that made Mark think she was having some kind of attack. As he gawked down at her, she suddenly grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. “Oh, my God, I want to do that again and again!” Then it was as if she deflated in front of him. Her lower lip quivered as she said, “But we won’t, will we? I mean everyone says that you don’t repeat—things. So now that we’ve . . . done it, we’re finished.”

Mark felt his chest clench at her words. He had no idea how everyone at Danvers knew his sexual tendencies since he’d always tried to keep that rather private, but she wasn’t wrong, and that stung. This should be it for them. This was the point where he’d take home the woman he’d slept with and say a few meaningless words. However, he would never promise to call again, because he wouldn’t. The thought of Crystal leaving now sent something close to panic racing through him. Hell, he wanted her to stay the night with him. He didn’t want to analyze why he was feeling what he was, because then he’d do something stupid like distancing himself and hurting her. And that he couldn’t live with. Not with her.

“Baby, the only thing I’m going to do is go toss this condom and grab us something to drink. After that, I’m going to taste that beautiful body of yours, and then you’re going to ride me. Sound like a plan?”

Her eyes searched his before she gave him a huge grin. “Yeah, I can go along with that.” Mark left the bed and disposed of the condom before grabbing two bottles of water from the kitchen. His voice of reason was screaming that he was in over his head, but for once, something beyond physical desire was ruling his decisions.

• • •

Crystal tried to keep a straight face as Mark walked back in the room and handed her a bottle of water. This is really happening! I had sex with Mark DeSanto, and we’re going to do it again! While he was gone, she’d slid under the comforter and propped her back on a few of his pillows. She was so sated and boneless that she’d barely been able to make herself move, but it had seemed kind of . . . slutty to remain sprawled across his bed naked. When you weren’t having sex, you were supposed to cover your lady bits up. At least that was the way Bill saw it. The first time they’d had sex and she’d thought she was supposed to sleep in the nude afterward, he’d quickly let her know differently. He’d made her feel as if it was a dirty deed that should never be spoken of.

So, she was dumbfounded when Mark walked into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. He pulled the comforter away from her and nudged her legs apart. He was so gentle that it brought tears to her eyes. She would have never imagined a man doing something so intimate, and while a part of her was embarrassed, another part was entranced. Maybe she was being silly and he did this for all of his women—but she didn’t think so. Somehow, she felt she was unique to him. Possibly, it was the novelty of being with a woman who he considered innocent. Whatever it was, she found that she liked being taken care of.

And heaven help her . . . the sex. She hadn’t been able to get enough of him. He’d ignited nerve endings that she hadn’t known existed. Heck, even his touching her belly button sent spasms of pleasure through her sex. He had been everywhere. When she’d been close to going over the edge, he’d switch directions and come at her in another way. His cock was so big that she ached—but in a good way. He’d licked her nipples, and then bit down on them while he pounded away. Dear God, she’d even found herself rubbing her clit while he went deep. She’d never touched her body in front of a man before, but Mark made her lose all of her inhibitions. She was a total sexual being with him, and she’d held nothing back.

When he collapsed next to her and pulled her to his chest, she put one arm around his waist and snuggled closer. The room was quiet as he ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. Mark, it appeared, was very comfortable in his skin. He was still nude, and a quick glance down showed that he was hard. Unable to resist, she dropped a hand to fist around his cock, marveling at how smooth and satiny the skin there felt. Her thumb moved across the lush head, rubbing the moisture that had gathered there. He drew in a ragged breath before growling, “That’s it, Angel. Tighten your grip and pump me harder.”

She clasped him as firmly as she could since her fingers wouldn’t meet and jacked his length. He groaned, making her feel as if she was doing something right. She wanted nothing more than to taste him, so with that in mind, she pulled away from his arms until she was kneeling over his dick. His essence exploded against her tongue as she twirled it around his head. She pumped the base with her hand while taking as much of his length as she could into her mouth. He raised his hips, sliding his cock between her lips and hitting the back of her throat. She choked momentarily as her gag reflex was triggered, causing him to moan as he felt the vibration. “Mmm,” she whimpered, so turned on by the pleasure she was giving him. She really had no idea what she was doing, but he guided her by placing a hand on her head. When he abruptly pulled out, she looked at him in confusion. “What?”