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ankles around his waist
and rocking against him. Suddenly he surged upward and captured her mouth at
the exact moment he plunged his finger into her tight sheath.
    The invasion shocked her. She’d never experienced such
maddening delight. Her chest rose and fell with her labored breathing. Her
harsh mewls for more spurred him on and he pulsed his finger in and out of her
cavern before adding another digit.
    “Oh!” Her first orgasm rocked her. She quivered
uncontrollably.
    “That’s it, baby. Come on my fingers. So beautiful when you
release for me. Come on. I’ll take care of you.” He thrust his fingers deeper
and curled them inside her body. When he touched a certain sensitive spot at
the top of her seam, she continued to contract around his fingers. Cream
spurted from her.
    While she still rode the pinnacle of her wave, she opened
her eyes and looked at him, mutely pleading for him to take her as a man takes
a woman. Make love to her. If she didn’t have him soon, she’d die.
    Tenderly he ran the pad of his thumb over the crest of her
cheek and down her jaw. “Vega, my rare beauty. Who are you?”
    “Yours,” she whispered.
    His eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders vibrated slightly
beneath her hands.
    “More.” Her plea was a throaty rasp.
    He looked at her hard and her stomach fluttered in response.
At that moment she was reminded of the fierce expression he wore in the boxing
ring. A thread of excitement zinged through her.
    “Oh I’m not remotely finished with you, baby.” His growl
ignited her. He slammed his mouth over hers, angling her face to meet his
kisses fully, drawing on her tongue until she thought she’d come again. His
fingers sank deep into her pussy once more and the scents of her pleasure
mingled with his dusky personal scent.
    “I need to taste you again,” she begged, gripping his belt
loops and tugging, hoping he’d flip around and let her pleasure him with her
mouth again.
    He had different ideas. He shook his head and then stretched
out beside her on the narrow ledge of the sofa.
    She stared at him quizzically. A grin spread over his face
as he grasped her waist and dragged her atop him. He nudged her knees apart and
drew them over his shoulders so she knelt with her pussy over his tormenting
lips.
    As she realized his intention, her muscles began to shake.
    He bunched her gown up to her hips, the fabric falling over
his long fingers. She met his gaze for a split second before he closed his eyes
and opened his mouth on her body.
    Desperate need screamed inside her. The first touch of his
tongue brought an instant throb to her. Her clit swelled against his tongue. He
splayed his fingers over her ass and kneaded her globes. When he brushed his
fingertip down the sensitive seam, she writhed.
    “Yeah, baby. Fuck my face.” His scorching whisper drove her
to new heights.
    She rolled against his mouth until her muscles sang with
warmth. The pressure built and she trembled for more. When he drove two fingers
deep into her body, she splintered.
    He lapped at her clit wildly as he speared her on his
fingers. The thought of his cock buried inside her flitted through her mind,
extending her ecstasy.
    He brought her down expertly, his touch softer and slower
until the last pulsations ebbed away.
    Their gazes clashed.
    “My turn,” she rasped.
    Before she could climb off him, his cell phone rang with an
ominous tolling of bells.
    “Damn, it’s work’s ringtone.” Gently he shifted her and fished
in his pocket for his phone. “I have to take it in case it’s something about
Mischa.”
    He brought the phone to his ear. “Walker.”
    She watched him closely as he listened to whatever was being
said. He tensed and then swung his legs over the side of the couch, raking his
fingers through his hair and sending it into spikes.
    Hoping to ease him, she ran her palm over his spine. The
muscles dipped and bulged beneath her fingertips and she sensed his distress.
    “Yes, I understand. You

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