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spinning
faster and faster.
    She gasped for breath as her muscles let go,
and she fell flat on the table, the crinkle of paper under her
cheek.
    His strokes slowed, but his cock stayed hard
and hot. This wasn’t over. She let a tiny smile curl the corners of
her mouth. Wasn’t over for her, either. Another ripple of heat
began in her canal, and would quickly turn into waves of need.
    “You feel good, CJ. Perfect around me.”
    She squeezed her muscles, gripping him with
all her strength.
    “Ah, yeah. Show me who’s the boss.” He
rotated his hips as he shoved into her, hitting sweet spots she
didn’t know she had.
    But his words hit a sore spot in her heart.
“Just shut up and make me come again.” Damn. Had she really just
said that? When was she going to get that speed bump installed
between her brain and her mouth?
    He hesitated a second, then smacked her ass
so hard, she felt the ripple all the way up her spine.
    What the fuck? She pushed up onto her hands
and turned to look at him. “Pete, you’d—”
    He struck her other ass cheek, harder than
the first time. “Why don’t we both shut up and just enjoy
this.”
    She clamped her lips together, but he leaned
over her, his hard abs and chest tight against her back, and kissed
her, forcing his tongue into her mouth again. She couldn’t resist,
and their tongues dueled for quick, sensual seconds before he
trailed kisses across her jaw, over her neck, and down her
shoulder.
    Gripping her breasts, he tugged at her
nipples, matching the pulls with the thrust of his cock into her
slit.
    Her head dropped to one side, her arms shook,
and she relied on him to hold her up.
    “Touch your clit for me, CJ.” He rumbled the
words into her ear. “Do it now.”
    With a shaking hand, she reached down past
her rucked-up skirt, felt her tight curls, damp with her cream, and
slid her fingers back to touch where Pete joined with her.
    “Aw, yeah.” His words rumbled like distant
thunder.
    Slick with her juices, his sheathed cock
eased between her fingers like a hot piece of slippery steel.
    “Touch yourself.” He released one of her
nipples and grasped her hand, guiding her fingers to her clit, and
holding her there, moving slowly, circling the tight bud.
    CJ did as he told her, the exact way he
guided her, and with his fingers holding open her sensitive skin
for her easy access, she let the bulldozer of an orgasm hit her
right between the eyes. Her mind blew apart, sending tingles of
rapture through her nerve endings, making her scream, forcing her
knees to buckle, and her core to convulse with each slam of his
cock inside her.
    He shouted, jackhammered into her, his hips
and thighs smacking into her so hard, the table moved inch-by-inch
until it banged into the wall.
    She shuddered and concentrated on each
perfect pulse of blood through her heated body, each inch of skin
that touched Pete’s, each breath from his mouth that puffed along
her neck. Floating back from the best orgasm she’d ever had, she
lay on the table, panting, her face wet with perspiration, not
caring that she might smudge his drawing.
    He slowed his thrusts and a shudder raced
through Pete’s body. He fell on top of her, his elbows on the table
to support his weight. “That was good.” A half-laughing groan
escaped his throat. He kissed the nape of her neck. “Very
sexy.”
    A chill raced down her spine. It had been
good, but fueled by anger and too-long suppressed need, it had
probably been a mistake. And if she ended up tossed back in time
twenty minutes, she wouldn’t hesitate to make the same mistake
again. But one mistake was all she would let herself make.
    “I like the table here.” His voice whispered
hot in her ear.
    She let out a soft chuckle. He was a nice
guy. Would probably apologize now, for being so angry with her,
would read more into it than just a stress-relieving interlude.
    He caressed her shoulder with one hand, and
kissed her temple, soft and lovingly.
    Lovingly? The