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in the cool air.
    When she looked at him, everything heated
again. He stared at her breasts, his eyes dark, his breathing fast,
and his body stiff. “You sure now, CJ?”
    “Yeah, I’m fucking sure.” She grabbed his
hair and pulled his mouth to her nipple.
    He immediately fastened his lips around it
and suckled, bending her back over his arm.
    Letting go, she closed her eyes and just
felt. Nips and bites, laps and sucks, that sent bursts of desire
flooding her bloodstream.
    Suddenly, her feet weren’t on the ground, he
sat her on the dining room table and stepped back. With one tug, he
popped all the snaps on his shirt and tore it off.
    CJ wanted to reach out, touch the light
furring of blond hair on his strong pecs, grip those big biceps and
play in the crevices of his ab muscles. She reached for his belt
and he stepped closer, pushing her legs wider, tightening the denim
of her skirt close to ripping.
    “Go ahead, boss lady. Do what you want.” His
words came out almost nasty.
    A quick gaze at his face showed CJ he was
watching her hands. Maybe she’d misinterpreted his tone. But did
she care? Right now, she wanted into his pants. She unbuckled,
unbuttoned, and unzipped, then shoved his jeans down.
    His cock pressed tight to his red briefs, and
he tugged them down, too, releasing a beautiful hard-on, eight
inches of thick, pulsing, creaming delight.
    Stroking a finger over his slit, she stared
into his eyes. When she sucked her finger, his whole body vibrated.
“Mmmm.”
    “You’ll get your chance at a taste. Right
now, fast and rough, me inside you.” Pete tugged the hem of her
skirt up as he pushed her backward.
    A moment of panic had her sliding off the
table and turning around, her hips against the edge, her hands flat
on the table. “Take me from behind.” It was perfect, the exact way
she wanted him. None of that face-to-face shit. Just hard, hot sex
and she’d be done. Over him. Wipe him out of her mind.
    He pulled her skirt up her legs, bunching it
at her waist.
    Cool air hit the wet fabric between her legs,
then, with a quick rip, her panties were off, and a blur of color
as he threw them across the room.
    His rough fingers touched her there, making
her body jump and quiver, her pussy lips swell and cream.
    “Goddamn, you’re wet.” He mumbled the words
as his finger slid inside her, pushing its way deep into her core.
“Hot. Tight. Fuck me.”
    Her slit contracted tight around his finger,
her head spinning with the touch, the words, the knowledge that in
seconds, Pete Gonally would be pushing his heavy shaft deep into
her. As her head dropped and her arms shook, he twirled his finger
in quick circles inside her. Her cry echoed off the tall ceiling.
“Inside me. Now.” She didn’t want to come until he was there, until
he—
    “Yes, boss lady.” His finger slid out, then
the snap of latex sounded before his hands gripped her bare ass.
“Whatever you want.”
    She didn’t care if he was being a bastard or
not, she just cared that she hung suspended over a deep drop-off,
and wanted to race head-first down into bliss.
    The hot tip of his cock touched her heated
lips, then pushed in, slowly at first, then with more speed, more
force, until CJ could feel him deep inside, her body making room
for him. “Yes, yes, oh jeez, yes, Pete.” Her eyes rolled back in
her head, intense blasts of heat rolled through her, up her spine,
and into her brain.
    When he pulled out nearly the whole way, she
wanted to order him back in, but before words formed, he shoved
forward, deep into her, until his thighs banged against hers.
    It’d been too long, too many months without
this, that’s why she was seconds from coming. Not because it was
Pete. Not because it was her sexy hayseed. “Now. Please!” She
shouted as light bulbs popped in her head and her body sailed
through time, left the Earth.
    His movements came faster, rattling her bones
as he pummeled into her with primal groans that sent her