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Randy felt a sense of relief wash over him as they finally stepped back into the villa. The Hall of Fame Ceremony was emotional and moving. The after party had been more of a spectacle than anything. Secretly, he had been glad when Hannah joined them long enough to tell them that Stephen would take her home. The look on Cody's face had been one of pure murder. The addition of Stephen into the equation had been an unexpected bonus. Cody and Barbie left soon after, but Randy was pretty sure they were going to be dead between the sheets. Been there, done that. Pushing back the memory of that horrible night with that god-awful woman, Belle, Randy draped his jacket over the arm of the couch. He slowly worked the knot on his tie loose and tossed it on top of the jacket. Slowly he rolled his shoulders, easing the ache that had gathered there. He wasn't sure why but these high-end social gatherings always made him tense. He opened the door to the courtyard. The gentle night breeze caressed him, instantly making him feel better. As much as he enjoyed the party, the hot press of sweaty body made him feel overwhelmed. He was much more of a one on one man. Stepping outside, he let the night wrap around him. Instantly, he felt better. Claire leaned against the door and watched Randy. His chin was tilted toward the sky, his eyes closed. She watched as he pulled in a deep breath and slowly let it out. Randy sense Claire watching him. He could feel her eyes moving over him. It was a caress he felt heart and soul. His eyes opened and he looked at her, letting her see the carefully banked emotions in his eyes. He watched her move toward him, her hips gently swaying with each step. If he lived to be a hundred, he would never get tired of looking at her. She came to stand in front of him, just a few feet away. They stared at each other for a moment, neither speaking. Randy sat in the chair closest to him and motioned for her to join him. Claire moved towards Randy at the same time he reached for her. She gracefully side-stepped him and moved to stand behind him. Her hands came to rest lightly on his shoulders. Leaning down, she traced her lips along the edge of his ear. She didn't miss the way he shivered ever so slightly. Her hands continued to massage his broad shoulders as she nuzzled him. Randy purred in pleasure as Claire's hands moved from his shoulders, down his chest, her nails lightly raking through his shirt. Claire continued her gentle ministrations as she slowly took off her shoes. She was nervous. All evening she hadn't been able to think about anything other than what she had planned. Considering how limited her seductive skills were, she could only hope for the best. Randy was relaxing by slow degrees, letting her fingers explore at their own pace. Leaning his head back, he looked up at Claire. She smiled as she dropped a kiss on his forehead. Keeping a hand on his shoulder, she moved to stand in front of him. She stood there silently, watching the curious look on his face. He was definitely wondering what the hell was going on. Slowly, Claire gathered her dress in both hands and pulled the material up to her knees. She carefully placed her right foot in the space between Randy's thighs. It was impossible for her to meet his eyes as she leaned forward and drew her fingertips up the length of her leg. Sliding the dress a little higher, Claire revealed the tops of the silk stockings she wore. She slowly slid her fingers under the lacy edge and began sliding the material down.

Randy's eyes widened as he watched Claire slowly strip the silky material from her body. She kept her emotions carefully schooled as she dropped the stocking into his lap. Forcing herself to meet his eyes, Claire set her foot on the cool ground and repeated the motion with her left leg. His eyes stayed intently focus on the slightest movement Claire made. She bit back a smile as Randy's breathing became slightly shallow. He was totally in tune to what she was doing. It didn't take him long to realize that he was being seduced. Now, he couldn't wait to see where this would go. Leaning back in the chair, Randy kept his hands on his thighs. It took all of his willpower not to reach for her. His slacks suddenly became incredibly too small as Claire reached for the zipper on the dress. With an aching slowness, she tugged down the zipper, revealing smooth, creamy skin. Randy's breath came in a soft hiss as he watched the black material pool around her ankles. He looked at her, standing in the moonlight, and nothing else. She shivered a little as a cool breeze blew through the courtyard. Taking a step away from Randy, Claire glanced over her shoulder to make sure she had his undivided attention. She moved slowly across the courtyard, very conscious of his gaze burning into her skin. She moved to the corner where the shower was hidden. Reaching for the knobs, she adjusted the flow of water until it was slightly warmer than freezing. She turned back to Randy and gave a wicked smile. She backed up slowly until the water caressed her skin. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, letting the water cascade over her. It was a sweet agony as she forced herself to keep breathing. Excitement coursed through her veins. The invitation she was giving Randy was not going to be ignored. Claire opened her eyes and blinked. He had moved from his chair and was standing just a few feet away, his blue eyes burning into her. His shirt was unbuttoned, the halves parted enough for her to catch a glimpse of tanned skin. He stared at her as she reached skyward with her hands, her back arching. In the space of a heartbeat, Randy was flush against her, his lips claiming hers in a scorching kiss. He roughly pulled her into the curve of his body, his hands gripping her hips. Claire wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he stepped fully under the cool water. Instantly his shirt plastered to his sculpted abs and Claire impatiently began shoving at the soggy material.

Randy growled in frustration as he tried to rid himself of his slacks. The wet material clung desperately to his heavy thighs. Claire's nimble fingers made quick work of the zipper and she quickly shoved the material down. She sucked in a sharp breath as his erection brushed against her open palm. He kicked the soggy mess away and pulled Claire's naked body against his. He wanted to howl in triumph as her slick warmth molded to his. He wanted to touch her everywhere. He drew his fingers down the length of her back and over the globes of her bottom. She sighed into his kiss, the sound all the encouragement he needed. He was wild and needy, his heated kisses almost desperate. His fingers moved over the curve of her hip and across her stomach. His caress moved downward to the most secret part of her. He explored her eagerly, his fingers delving into her slick warmth. He stroked her, feeling her tightness contracting around his finger. She arched against the invasion, drawing him deeper into her depths. She wanted more, she wanted his raw, almost animalistic passion. Slowly, he backed her against the wall as the water continued to pour over them.

"Turn around." He whispered against the shell of her ear. Claire pulled away slightly and looked in his eyes. She had never seen such a blaze of intense passion before. His hands grabbed her hips and turned her to face the wall. He wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her smooth skin away from the rough surface of the wall. Randy looked down at Claire's body as it arched into his. He had never seen anything more erotic in all his days. And as long as he lived, he knew he would never see anything that would compare with this moment. Claire's breath caught in her throat as Randy pulled her against his body. His heat came to her in great waves, causing her to shiver. The contrast between the cool water and his heat was a delicious torture. She waited, breath held, for Randy to move. He stood there a moment longer, just looking down at her. The only sound she could hear was his ragged breathing. Anticipation mounted as she held herself still. Just when she thought her nerves would snap, Randy's hand moved over her stomach before going lower. His long fingers caressed her aching center as he bent them forward. His thigh slid between hers and nudged her stance a little wider. Without warning Claire felt his hot, blunt tip pressing against her. He pushed forward until he slid all the way into the heart of her. Randy slowly pulled away from her before quickly thrusting deep. He kept his pace deliberate, slow then quick. Claire felt her pleasure building with each thrust. She didn't know how long she would be able to withstand this torture. His fingers continued their gentle assault as his thrusts grew more intense. Slower and deeper he moved. Claire moaned, the sound echoing around them. Randy's hand captured her chin and turned her head towards him. He claimed her lips with his, his tongue delving deep in an attempt to quiet her. He continued kissing her, capturing her moans, as he moved faster. Claire's body contracted around him. Instinctively he knew she was on the verge. He pulled back until only the very tip remained inside her.

"Fight it." Randy whispered against her lips as he pushed deeper. She was so close he could feel her contractions along his entire length. He wanted to draw their pleasure out as long as possible. Claire whimpered in response as her hips jerked against him. She moved helplessly against him, her honeyed depths milking him.

"I said fight it." Randy's demand was a harsh whisper. He couldn't stop himself from being so demanding. He wanted her utter submission to him. He wanted to her to need him as desperately as he needed her.

Claire moaned helplessly, her head falling back against his shoulder. She was pinned helplessly between two unyielding walls; one made of stone, one of heated flesh. No matter how she moved, Randy kept her firmly in place. Her moans turned to whimpers as she tried to move against him. She needed more, so much more. Randy tried to hold himself still as Claire writhed against him. Her wiggling only intensified his pleasure. The contractions of her tight, slick passage were driving him quickly to the edge.

"Now, Claire." Randy surged into her depths, fast and hard, and felt her fall into the abyss of passion with him. He kept stroking deeply as his seed emptied into her. His muscles screamed in protest as he collapsed weakly against her. Blood roared in his ears as his heart continued to pound in a unsteady rhythm. Pulling Claire into his warmth, his head dropped onto the curve of her shoulder. The last fingers of orgasm gripped him, causing him to shudder one last time. They stayed that way for a long moment, the water cooling down their heated bodies. Claire shuddered as Randy slowly kissed the column of her throat. He held her close, his hungry passion tempered into a gentleness. She was beyond speechless; completely overwhelmed by emotions. She knew in her heart that this night was special. Randy never let go of the careful control he maintained. He was not the kind of man that would often allow himself to be wild and completely unbridled. Claire could only thank her lucky stars that she had been allowed to have him this way.

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