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closing the door behind him and pulling the single chain to turn on the hanging lightbulb.
    “Challenge accepted.”
    He snorted and shook his head, but his dancing eyes said he liked her just the way she was, moxie and all.
    He leaned against the table under the hanging mirror she’d preened in front of earlier. “Where’s this present you teased me with?”
    She hadn’t known why she purchased the scandalous, strappy, lacey, expensive negligee when she’d picked it out from a specialty boutique last year. It still had the tags on it until this morning, but now, she was finally going to get her money’s worth. She was more of a comfy cotton kind of girl most days, so today had been a test in not gritting her teeth against the uncomfortable nature of the lingerie. Colin’s frozen expression when she pulled her dress over her head made all of that discomfort today worth it.
    “This blows my gifts out of the water,” he murmured, reaching for her hand and giving her a spin. His dark eyebrows arched, and he shook his head slowly, as if she were a fine painting on a gallery wall. “Damn, woman.”
    She frowned at the floor. Okay, she hadn’t really given too much thought to the technical part of fooling around in the cramped storage room. And she sure as heck wasn’t comfortable messing around in front of those big old picture windows in the main room. With a wicked grin, he slid his hand down the front of the red lace and pressed his finger easily inside of her. She’d been ready for him all day. She rocked her hips against his touch.
    “We don’t need to lie down,” he whispered, turning her until she faced the mirror.
    She didn’t know about watching herself while they made love, but he seemed determined. Colin pressed his finger into her again, and she groaned. Arching her neck back, she watched his reflection, his eyes practically glowing now and never leaving her breasts or hips as she moved with him.
    “Colin?” she pleaded in a needy voice. He was going to make her detonate without him.
    “You ready?”
    “Mmm hmm,” she said. Nodding her head was out of the question right now. Really anything other than undulating against his palm was undoable, so garbled, husky words would have to do.
    The lace fabric of her panties slid down, and she locked her arms on either side of the mirror. The soft jingle of his belt and the following slow rip of his zipper filled the small room and brought a quiver of anticipation to her stomach. He pressed his knee between hers and spread her stance. And when he was poised to enter, she clenched her hands until her nails pressed against her palms. She could see him, right there between her legs. She should look away, or…no, this was fun, not intimidating at all, like she’d imagined the mirror would make her feel.
    “Watch,” he whispered against her ear.
    Her heart pounded against her ribcage as he slid slowly into her. She could feel him, see him fill her. So much sensation. She backed up against him so she could take all of him. With his arms wrapped around her, he popped her breasts out of her bra, to sit just over the material, then cupped her sex again where they were joined. He moved within her slowly, but that didn’t matter. She was already teetering, and his teasing wouldn’t work tonight.
    “Oh my gosh. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she whispered out as the first wave of pulsing pleasure crashed through her.
    A low chuckle vibrated against her neck where he kissed her oversensitive skin there. “That’s one,” he murmured as he lifted those smoldering eyes to hers in the mirror. He looked otherworldly.
    That’s one? Did two in a row exist? Her hips jerked as her orgasm went on and on, and as tingling pressure began to build again, she cried out.
    Deepening the arch of her back, she couldn’t take her eyes from his shaft, sliding in and out of her. And her man couldn’t seem to take his attention from her bobbing boobs as their bodies