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She nodded, "Yes," she replied without hesitation. He wanted to haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but he held back and swallowed hard, "You have no idea how much that means to me, Elena. Thank you." "You're welcome" Elena replied, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The conversation has suddenly taken a serious turn and while she didn't regret telling him that, she still felt awkward about it. She stood up and feeling the stiffness all over her body, she stretched, involuntarily making a soft, feminine sound that sent the blood rushing to his dick. "Are you alright?" Chandler asked her, trying to ignore his semi hard cock. "Looked like that hurt," "It did a little. My body feels so stiff all over," There was a pause, "It's because you've been working all day. Can I help?" Elena was silent for a few seconds, and she wondered if he meant what she thought he did. "I could help you with a massage," he told her, confirming her thoughts. "All you need is a little adjustment an
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"Elena…" he began, unable to decide how to voice out what he wanted. "Kiss me," she blurted out, making it easier for him. He was stunned for a second, so he remained still, "I want you to kiss me, Chandler," she repeated. That did it for him, and he threw caution to the wind. A smile curved the corners of his incredibly sensual lips as his hand tightened on her waist, the hard muscles beneath his shirt pressing against her sensitive breasts as he loomed over her. She glimpsed the intent in his heavy-lidded dark eyes a second before he lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue slid effortlessly between her parted lips and she forgot about everything else except him. It was how Elena imagined being swept up in a tornado must feel. The heat, the sensations like a primitive force of nature battering her, spiraling around her, sweeping her higher and higher until she was flung back in time, lost in the splendor of their passionate embrace.The persuasive movement of his tongue, skilfully
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"No—first let me look," he husked, and slowly unfolded her robe to bare her naked body to his gaze. "You’re so beautiful," All Elena could do was look up at him with glowing eyes, every atom in her body crying out for his possession. It had been so long since she had felt the touch, savored the scent of a man… and at this moment, the wait was worth it. His hand reached for her, his fingers stroking over the soft curve of her breast and cupping its swelling fullness. Elena moaned, but he didn't stop, just kept caressing and coaxing her nipples into diamond-hard points."Fuck, I need to taste you." "Oh!" A moan of pleasure sighed out of her and her head fell backwards. Her hands grabbed the headrest of the bed behind her. Her arms were locked straight, stabilizing her body as she thrust her breasts towards him. His tongue flicked over one erect nipple and she trembled in response, willing him to continue. Then he sucked the whole aching peak of her breast into his mouth and worked it
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Lexi Rogers, soon to be Lexi Kendrick, made an absolutely stunning bride. Her mane of vibrant red hair was twisted up, and soft curls fell in every direction. Pearls adorned the style, matching the beading in her gown. Wispy tendrils surrounded her face that was flushing with excitement. Tears burned the backs of Elena's eyes. She’d never seen someone more in love or happier.Well, that wasn’t correct.When Elena looked in the mirror that morning, she saw the same glazed eyes and soft, distracted smile, and it scared her. How absolutely annoyingly stupid she had been. She'd slept off in Chandler's arms after he'd given her a second orgasm the previous night, and when she woke up that morning, he wasn't in bed with her. She assumed he'd snuck out later in the middle of the night, and she didn't know if she should be mad about it, or grateful because Emily had barged into the room minutes after she woke up. If Chandler had been there, they'd have had some serious explaining to do, and
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“You are incredibly sexy, Elena,” he said, his pace picking up.Her body started to convulse at those words and her mouth opened. Sensing she was about to let out an ear-piercing scream, he clamped his other hand down on her mouth, silencing her. Bliss washed over her as she came, her body pulsing around his. Their bodies were reluctant to calm down and part. Her heart was pounding and Chandlerwas still moving his hand slowly, causing little aftershocks to zip through her.There was a knock on the door and then one of the groomsmen's voice booming through the walls. “Five minutes until the wedding starts, Chandler. Time to put the cock away.”Elena's face flooded with heat. “Oh my God…”Chandler chuckled. “Ignore him.”“I’m going to die of embarrassment.”“No, you’re not.” He kissed her cheek again and then moved his hand once more, causing her to catch her breath. “Damn,” he groaned after several moments passed. He eased his hand out of her panties, kissing her cheek. “Now I need a
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Chandler sauntered toward her, and he stopped just out of arm's reach. "Agnes is a cat."Elena blinked up to his face. "What?""Agnes is Paul's horrible, evil, mean-tempered cat that hates every human being except him. And he can't remember how much food he put in her automatic feeder, so he's afraid she's going to starve to death before he can get home.""Oh," Elena said weakly.Chandler smiled. "Yeah, baby, oh indeed,""So, we're ... driving out into a snowstorm to check on a cat who lives out in the middle of nowhere."His nod was slow. "It looks like it."Elena looked around. Snow was already sticking to the ground. Tree branches were coated white, lending a magical air to the already stunning vista. Like a winter wonderland. Except not wonderful, not anymore since they were not going straight home. "He lives about an hour away?" she asked weakly. An hour wasn't so bad. No reason to freak out."Yeah. We better hit the road if we want to get back home on time."Elena pinched her ey
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Chandler smiled. "You can say it now."Elena looked over at him. Her face was pale and drawn. "Say what?"Lifting his eyebrows, he waved a hand at the windshield."Ahh." She cleared her throat. "I'll save the I told you so for when we're safely inside his place."The back end of the car fishtailed when he turned down the long driveway.Knowing not to overcorrect, because the last thing he wanted was to end up sliding off the drive and down the slight ditch that he knew lined the first fifty feet or so, he lessened the pressure of his hands on the wheel until the vehicle righted itself. Now that they were protected slightly by the trees that crowded Paul's property, the visibility increased to something more manageable than it had been on the roads leading them here."You gonna miss anything important tomorrow?" Chandler asked her.Elena rubbed her forehead. "Not really. I don't have any orders booked." She groaned. "Emily will probably be freaking out though."Visions of her sister be
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Chandler had had his fair share of meals at that table. The couch and chair—basic and brown leather—faced a small TV on an equally small console table because when Paul was home, he was outdoors.His property was probably more than five acres of heavily wooded forests, and the entire square footage of his cabin couldn't have been more than five hundred. The soaring ceilings of the main room is what made it feel bigger than it was. The old-fashioned wood-burning stove set into the back corner gave it a warm, inviting feeling, which would get even better once he had it lit."Bedroom upstairs?" she asked.Chandler nodded. "The loft."Elena eyed the staircase warily."Don't worry," he told her. "I have a long history crashing on that couch, and I've had much worse nights of sleep than that."Elena turned and faced the part of the cabin that was all windows. It was Paul's, and Chandler's, favorite part of the cabin. Yeah, it was small, but one whole side showed the beauty of this place the
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