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When her father had first discovered her list he’d called it
craziness, yet as she’d crossed each item out he couldn’t deny how much happier
and at peace every accomplishment made her. He was aware of her final
adventure, to both their embarrassment, though he chose not to comment. Instead
he requested she complete the list in time to allow her final month to be spent
at home with her family. That day was the first time she’d ever seen her father
cry.

“I’m sorry,” Ricky whispered. “I shouldn’a said that.”

It wasn’t until he wiped the tears from her cheeks, she
realized she’d been crying and had sat up. Her eyes fluttered closed as his
warm palms cupped her jaw, pulling her face toward him for a slow and sensual
meeting of their lips. When he broke away, she was breathless.

His thumb caressed her cheek. “Do you have time to take a
shower with me before your flight?”

She opened her eyes, tilting her head to check the digital
clock beside the bed. “Barely,” she sighed.

He moved so suddenly she squealed in surprise. He swept her
into his arms and shot off the bed in his race for the bathroom.

“We’ll have to be quick about it then.” He chuckled.

Within moments, she was standing beneath the warm spray,
Ricky’s soaped-up hands kneading the tension from her tired muscles. He began
at her thighs, working his way up her body, his magical fingers leaving her
boneless by the time he reached her shoulders.

She leaned forward and braced her hands against the cold
tiles of the wall. His body followed, pressed against her back, one strong arm
circling her waist while the other cupped her breast, his thumb swiping her
nipple.

“Let me take you to the airport,” he murmured against the
side of her neck.

Her pulse quickened. She would have loved nothing more, but
a private goodbye would be easier, cleaner, for both of them. The last thing
she wanted was to wake up tomorrow to photos of their parting plastered all
over the media. She also didn’t believe her heart could stand the pain of
prolonging the inevitable. She was to walk away, never see him again. That was
the deal.

After spinning her around to face him, he lifted her chin
with his fingertips, coaxing her eyes to meet his. Ricky’s deep brown orbs swam
with more questions. “Chelsea?”

She cleared her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck,
smashing her breasts to his chest. “I’d rather say goodbye here. Like this…just
us.”

His smile was slow to burn, but once it fully ignited it lit
up his entire face. “Did you have anything particular in mind?”

She feigned contemplation for a moment. “Well, there is
possibly one more thing I’d like to experience before I leave here. Something I
dare not put on my list.”

Ricky arched an eyebrow, his grin turning indecent.
“Sleeping with a rock star wasn’t daring enough?”

“My father saw that list. I think ‘sleeping with a rock
star’ was pushing my luck to the limit. If I’d elaborated any further, it would
have given him heart failure.”

“Well you can have anything you want, sweetheart. All you
have to do is ask.”

Spinning them round, away from the spray, she pushed on his
chest until he relaxed against the wall. Her hand slipped between their bodies
and wrapped around his cock. She smiled as he swelled and hardened with every
pump, twitching in her palm. Gathering every scrap of confidence she could
muster, her purpose became firmly fixed. “May I suck your cock?”

His chest heaved and his eyes widened before he expelled a
slight chuckle, his head falling backward and tapping the wall. She swept her
thumb over the head of his erection and he inhaled sharply through his teeth.
“Fuck, baby. Don’t ya know that’s always a given.”

She made an attempt to drop to her knees, but his arms
tightened around her waist and he stepped her toward the end of the shower
until a wooden bench bumped the rear of her legs. He gently pushed her
shoulders and she willingly sat, coming face to face with his crown jewels. He
was glorious in all his manhood, standing proud before her. She didn’t
hesitate, opened her mouth and engulfed as much of him as she could, her
fingernails scraping down the backs of his thighs.

He groaned with the slight tilt of her head and she relaxed
her throat, their eyes locking amidst a haze of steam and lust. His fingers
raked through her hair and entangled behind her head as she sucked him harder,
faster.

“Your lips look so fuckin’ perfect around my cock. I’m sorry
baby, but I can’t hold still.” The grip in her hair tightened as the lower half
of his body matched the momentum of her mouth, taking control, pushing himself
a little deeper with every gentle thrust.

With one hand on his hip, the other wrapped around the base
of his length, she squeezed with every downward motion. She moaned around him
and he seemed to grow hotter, more rigid between her lips.

“I’m gonna come,” he panted. His hands left her hair and
slammed onto the wall behind her as he arched his back.

A warm stream pulsed down her throat and she swallowed as
quickly as she could. She wasn’t a blowjob virgin, but she’d never tasted a man
before. She’d never wanted to…until tonight.

He pulled her to her feet and attacked her lips with a hard,
passionate kiss, his tongue worshipping the inside of her mouth. When he came
up for air, his gaze was intense, piercing her soul with reverence while he
caught his breath. “I didn’t expect that from you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I wanted to see what it was like to have you
come in my mouth. I’d never done that before.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded and her cheeks warmed, a telltale sign she was
blushing profusely. Considering everything they’d done together, the sudden
return of her insecurities surprised even her.

He chuckled and cooed at the same time, cradling her face
within his hands. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re incredible…beyond spectacular.” He
waggled his eyebrows. “Now it’s my turn.”

He moved her out of the way and swiveled his body, planting
his ass on the bench. Then he gathered her in his clutches, pulling her to
stand directly between his legs. “Lift your leg onto the seat.”

“But—”

He smacked her ass and then slowly grazed his palm down her
thigh, his eyes following his hand. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

His dominant tone made her clench with anticipation. Her
skin tingled from the way his eyes greedily drank in her naked body. She wanted
to object. They were rapidly running out of time. And if he intended to make
her come again, she wanted it to be while he was buried deep inside her, no
matter how much she loved the work of his tongue.

The skill of his dick was like nothing she’d ever known
before. She finally understood what all the fuss was about. Sex was a glorious
thing when done correctly.

She must have paused too long for his liking because he
growled, yanking her leg off the floor and forcefully placing her foot on the
bench beside his hip. He positioned his arm under the back of her thigh and
grabbed her ass, steadying her balance.

She peered down just as his tongue poked from between his
lips and he licked her from core to clit. She squirmed against his mouth but he
was strong, pulling her closer.

He had her breathless within seconds. “Please, Ricky… I want
you inside me. This last time, I just want you inside me.”

He groaned and latched onto her clit, though his mouth
didn’t linger long. After lowering her leg he spun her around and pulled her
down by the hips to sit on his lap. With her back to his chest, he pried her
thighs apart. Her feet left the floor as he spread her wide.

“Ride me.” She could almost hear the smile in his voice.

Her leg muscles flexed as he gripped her waist, raising her
above his proud cock. She moaned, gravity pulling her down his length, impaling
her. Leaning forward with a groan, she braced her hands on his knees, using
them as leverage to lift and push against him. He held tight to her hips and
helped her move faster, grinding their sexes together.

She rode him as hard as her exhausted body would permit, her
wet hair draped over her cheeks. He grunted behind her, his fingers digging
into her flesh, his heavy breath warming her skin.

“Come with me, Chelsea. I wanna feel you one more time.”

The room was filled with steam, the splash of water hitting
tile drowned out by their combined panting. She swallowed against a dry throat.
“I don’t think I can.”

His hand slipped around to cup her pussy and his finger slid
through her folds, playing with her clit. She was burning up on the inside, her
senses in frenzy.

He increased the speed and the pads of his fingers rubbed
with a firmer touch. “Come on, baby. Give me one more.”

The harder he pressed on her clit the more she was certain
she could give him what he wanted. She quickly passed the internal roadblock
withholding her orgasm, ground down on his groin and threw her head back with a
cry. Her insides convulsed and her thighs locked in place as he conjured the
final release from her body. Both his magical hands soon returned to her hips
as he picked up the pace, thrusting hard until he found his completion. After
one final jolt, he stilled inside her, placing random kisses across her
shoulders and back as he hummed against her heated skin.

“Are you sure I can’t take you to the airport. I can ring
Jesse right now and let him know I’ll be a little late. He won’t mind.”

She sighed with a satisfied smile as she melted into his
embrace.

“I’m sure. Our goodbye right here is the perfect kind of
ending.” She turned her head and kissed his lips. “A perfect memory I’ll take
with me and hold in my heart forever.”

“And no one will own it but us.”

“Yeah, I definitely saved the best for last.”

Paige has been an avid reader since before she can remember,
her mother’s biggest complaint being that she could never stock the bookshelves
fast enough. She enjoys romance, thriller and paranormal lines, but will read
anything with an interesting character or intriguing plot.

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Aussie flavor to her sense of humor, and her writing style is reflective of her
passions, often choosing to mix elements of different genres within her
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Paige lives a quiet lifestyle on the central coast of New
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