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She felt hot. Feverish. The mesmerizing combination of his thumb grazing her clit and his firm lips that were now back to suckling on her nipple sent a disturbing wave of impatience ripping through her.

“Connor,” she found herself whimpering. “Please.”

She cried out as his four fingers once again slid back into her wet channel. He pumped her so fucking hard she climaxed almost immediately. She shook at the intensity of it.

Waves of pleasure gripped her. His fingers continued to fuck her in long, steady strokes. The pleasure screamed through her vagina, roared through her body and she cried out Connor’s name over and over again.

Suddenly his fingers left her and he was leading her up the stairs. Up to the loft with the cozy king-size brass bed covered in delicious fluffy comforters. But he didn’t take her to the bed. Instead, he led her to the shaggy grizzly bearskin rug lying on the wood-planked floor in front of the upstairs fireplace. A cheerful fire roared in the hearth compliments of the wood she’d tossed in after coming out of the hot tub and before she’d showered.

“Get onto your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind,” he whispered. From behind! Like the predatory animal she’d sensed he’d be. The rug felt warm beneath her hands and knees as she got into the doggie-style position.

“But what about your injuries? Are you well enough?”

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“I’ll deal with it.” Then she heard him swear softly. “When did you put that plug in?”

“This morning.”

“I’ll have to wait a little longer before taking that sweet ass of yours. I want you nice and stretched for me.”

Her pulses pounded. Exactly how big was he when fully erect?

Just keep your eyes on the flames, Nurse Tangle. And brace yourself.” She trembled at his lust-filled voice. Whimpered as she saw a distorted view of his reflection in the glass shield in front of the fire. She watched as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Her heart hammered at the sound of his zipper lowering, the rustle of clothing being removed.

The sound of plastic ripping. A condom. Be prepared. The motto of Kidnap Fantasies.

She could tell he was naked. Gloriously naked. Before she could turn around to see how he looked, his large, smooth cock head slid against her already sensitized clit. Using his cock he massaged her until she was once again moaning and desperate for him. Until her cunt screamed for him.

Warm hands slid against her waist. His fingers dug into her flesh as he held her still, readied her for his impalement.

One quick, hard thrust and his huge member sank into her vagina. He began a slow penetration. His thickness stretched her and her vaginal muscles contracted wildly around him as she welcomed him inside.

“So tight,” he groaned.

“Deeper,” she moaned, loving the velvety feel of his hard rod traveling into her tender pussy.

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He pushed harder, deeper, until swollen testicles were pressed intimately against her ass. The agonizing pressure of his cock buried inside her increased her own pleasure. She bucked her hips against him and smiled at his guttural groans. He began to thrust. Strong, pistoning motions that burned her cunt with pleasure. He moved faster. Deeper. In and out.

Slurping sounds filled the air and in moments a fire ripped through her. She convulsed wildly. Cried out his name as she came, her muscles gripping his cock tightly.

He continued to thrust, increasing the driving pleasure. He groaned. His cock tightened inside her.

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Chapter Four

Jesus. That was fucking beautiful, Connor thought a few minutes later. Warm air blew against his face from the nearby fireplace as both of them lay on the rug, their breaths harsh and fast from the lovemaking session.

He had Tangle cocooned in front of him, her flesh wickedly hot as he spooned himself against her soft, feminine curves. His cock, still buried deep inside her, pulsed in answer to the tiny after-contractions of her orgasm. He lay in such a way that allowed her to use his outstretched arm as a pillow, and with his free hand he gently explored one of her firm breasts.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

“You mean you missed the sponge baths,” he chuckled.

She shook her head. “No, I mean I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted what happened tonight. I’ve wanted it from the moment I saw you.”

Fuck! “You did a fine job in hiding your feelings, Florence.”

She tightened against his nickname for her.

“Please, don’t call me that anymore.”

“Why not?” He thought she’d liked being nicknamed after the famous woman who’d pioneered modern nursing.

“Because it reminds me of the Florence Nightingale Syndrome.”

Shit! He’d used the same excuse for forcing himself not to get involved with her. For denying the attraction he felt for her.

“About how soldiers fall in love with their nurses?”

“Yes.”

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He’d heard about it. Heard about the high failure rate of those relationships. It was the reason he’d kept his distance from her, despite the overwhelming urge to be with her.

“So you think what we feel for each other is serious?”

“I…I don’t know. We hardly know each other,” she said quietly.

“I’d say the sexual attraction that’s been between us since day one, those luscious sponge baths that left me so fucking hard for you and now tonight is something we can start a relationship on, don’t you?”

He held his breath awaiting her answer.

“I…feel guilty.”

“Why?”

“Because…I’m a professional nurse. You were my patient and the thoughts I have for you are so…unprofessional.”

“I like the sound of that.”

She giggled and he gently squeezed her nipple.

“I just can’t believe I’ve done this,” she said.

To his surprise she intertwined her fingers with the hand he had outstretched in front of her. He looked down and smiled. Such an intimate gesture from someone he barely knew.

“Save that kind of talk for the morning after, Tangle. I’ve got all night to fuck that guilt right out of you. By morning you’ll have changed your mind.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart.”

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during the night it had stopped snowing and now a bright sunshine streamed though the windows allowing them to see the snow-capped mountains on the other side of the valley.

She’d never felt so relaxed after a full night of fucking. They’d made love, played in the hot tub on the balcony. Made love again. He’d brought her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. He’d even served her breakfast in bed before fucking her again. Now as they lay in bed resting after yet another lovemaking session, she couldn’t stop herself from sliding her hand behind her. He moaned when she wound her fingers around his pulsing cock. She could never get enough of touching him. His rod was so hot, deliciously thick and so blessedly long in her hand.

“Be prepared to take the consequences for handling the merchandise,” he teased against her ear.

Her tummy suddenly hollowed out in despair. Be prepared. Kidnap Fantasies motto. It was time to tell him the truth about herself.

“Connor, I think before this goes any further…I should tell you something. Something you might not like.”

“Whatever you tell me I’ll like…unless you’re suddenly married,” he chuckled.

“No. I’m too busy to be married.” She’d never thought about marriage with any other man. Until now.

“I…” Oh hell, she may as well just say it. But it was just so damned hard. She didn’t want him to think of her as being bad for doing what she did to alleviate her stress. She wanted him to think of her as Florence, a woman dedicated to her job. But she also loved to play.

“My job burned me out a couple of times. In order to avoid it again I picked up a hobby.”

“Hobbies are good.”

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As if sensing her turmoil he moved closer against her. Snuggled a warm hand between her legs and gently cupped her pussy.

“You aren’t making this easy, soldier.”

He chuckled, and she inhaled sharply as he pressed the palm of his hand against her clit.

“Just spill it, Tangle. Nothing you say will turn me off to you. I’ve been fucking you all night and all morning, and I just keep wanting more and more of you.”

Sweet heavens. She felt the same way about him.

“Okay…so, um…I occasionally work for Kidnap Fantasies. I had no idea you would be my client.”

The hand against her pussy stilled. Ouch! Her confession had hurt him. She continued. “And I enjoy being kidnapped. It’s an adrenaline rush for me. It makes me horny. It makes it easier for me to have sex with the strange men…or women I’ve been assigned to.”

To her surprise, he chuckled. “Seeing you horny makes me horny.”

“You’re not upset?”

“No fucking way. And to prove it…” He whipped aside the sheets covering him, giving her a glimpse of his scarred legs before he stood and padded over to her side of the bed.

God! She couldn’t believe how easily he’d just accepted she was an employee of Kidnap Fantasies or that she’d admitted she had a kidnap fetish. She’d never told any of her previous boyfriends. Nor any of her sisters.

Connor just didn’t seem to care that she’d entertained other men and women in this same way. Obviously he was prepared to take her any way he could get her. But was it just for this holiday weekend? Or did he want her forever as she wanted him?

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“I can see you’re all ready for some more action,” she teased.

“As you’ve probably already noticed, Tangle. I’m always ready for you.”

Oh baby! She’d noticed.

Coming around to her side of the bed he whipped the cozy comforters aside allowing the cool air in the bedroom to splash over her nakedness.

“It’s cold!” she cried out. They’d been so busy fucking they hadn’t set the fires in the fireplaces or turned up the heat. She tried to scramble away onto his side of the bed, to dive under the covers, but he caught her around the waist. He easily picked her up.

“We’ll generate our own heat,” he growled as he carried her into the bathroom.

“Please let me down, you’ll hurt yourself. Your legs—”

“I’ll hurt more if I don’t fuck you now,” he growled as he set her down on her feet just outside the shower. As if sensing she would try to escape and head back for the warmth of the bed he kept a strong muscular arm anchored around her waist as he adjusted the water taps.

A moment later he literally swept her off her feet and settled her in a standing position in the deep bathtub. He quickly positioned her in front of the showerhead and she cried out as lusciously hot water slammed onto her tender breasts.

“Raise your arms behind your head. Keep them there. I’m going to remove the butt plug.”

She didn’t even hesitate to follow his strangled order. Clasping her hands behind her neck, her breath literally halted in her throat as needle pricks of pressure slammed without mercy onto her breasts. She watched her nipples blush—felt the butt plug move ever so slowly out of her.

“Hold on a sec. Have to lube.” He grabbed the tube of lube hanging on the showerhead.

While she waited for him fear zipped through her arousal as a thought struck her. Connor’s cock was so big. So thick.

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Would he fit inside her ass?

Her fear turned into arousal again as a moment later his lubed cock head suddenly pressed between her ass cheeks against her anal hole. He pressed hard and a moment later he passed through her sphincter muscle.

Oh boy, he certainly was big.

His cock stretched her ass sweetly. A pleasure-burn burst through her. She moaned at the sensual impact. Her hands clasped harder against the back of her neck. She gritted her teeth and held herself still. When he’d buried his entire shaft deep inside her, she could barely breathe from her excitement. She cried out as his hot hands gripped her hips, his fingers dug into her flesh as he began to pump. Deep, hard thrusts that made her want to be fucked.

Her nipples elongated. Turned a pretty pink. Hardened into tight beads. He continued to pump. Her pussy creamed, her breath was coming so fast. She closed her eyes. Fought for control. Pleasure gripped her as he continued to thrust into her ass.

During her years with Kidnap Fantasies she’d been trained at their various sex camps to orgasm with anal penetration. Now she could feel her climax blossoming like wildfire. It threatened to consume her.

She could feel his body tightening against her back as he thrust inside her and she knew he was just as close to climaxing as she was.

“Brace yourself,” he said.

To her surprise his hands left her waist and came around to cup her breasts. She moaned at the impact of his heat slicing into her skin. Her mind screamed for mercy as his fingers erotically massaged her mounds. He pulled her nipples. Twisted them, plucked at them until pleasure-pain burned and she cried out.

“You respond so passionately,” he said softly against her ear. She could barely hear him above the splash of the shower.

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His hands left her breasts. One nestled on her lower abdomen just above her pussy. He held her there, keeping her steady so he could continue pumping into her. When a long, calloused finger slid over her clit, she groaned and fought back her need for release.

“You want to come don’t you?”

“Yes.” Oh yes! She was ready to come.

She hissed as he kissed the sensitive area behind her right ear.

“Don’t come. Not without my permission,” he whispered. He continued to massage her clit as he furiously pumped his long, thick cock into her. God! He was torturing her!