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gliding her hands over his warm, smooth skin.
    Back down he went. No teasing now. His tongue moved hard and fast against her clit. He curled his hands over her thighs and pulled her tighter to his face.
    “God, that’s so good.” She cupped the back of his skull and bucked against the exquisite pressure he delivered. The sucking and licking and growling as he feasted on her body.
    The switch flipped and over she went. Into that place with flashes of light behind her eyelids. No words. Just hot, rippling, selfish sensation. Davis’s tongue. His lips. The endless vibrations. His arms wrapped around her, bearing down, spreading her open and holding her down. God, god, god yes.
    “I see how it is.” His deep, delicious voice floated into her ear.
    She cracked one eye open, peering at him from her satiated state. “How what is?”
    His handsome face grinned down at her. “You’ll do anything to avoid cooking.”
    “Yup, you’ve got me all figured out.”
    “I doubt that’s the case, but I’ve got plenty of time left to uncover more of your secrets.” He stole her chance to respond by taking her breath away with a sinful kiss that ended too quickly. “For now, just lie here and give me something sexy to look at while I clean up the kitchen.”
    She reached for him, catching his forearm before he moved away. “I can help.”
    “You already did, Brinn. Best Christmas Eve I’ve had in—” He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead. “In a long time.”
    * * * * *
    Much to his relief, Brinn had bypassed the drama category and chosen an action movie for them to watch. One with lots of ass-kicking. Hot sex too. Like the scene on the screen right now—which had the main characters fucking in the middle of a crowd in Chinatown. Borderline dubious in the consent department, but Brinn’s eyes were glued to the TV. And her mostly naked body was plastered to his side.
    The leg she’d slung over his thigh earlier rose. On the screen, the chick was now happily taking a pounding from behind while bent over a newsstand. Beside him, Brinn was rubbing her satin-covered pussy against his leg.
    He cupped the back of her leg and pulled her tighter against him. A soft little moan snuck from her parted lips. The speed and pressure on his leg increased, so did the volume of her breathing. Her eyelids fluttered and her hand moved to the front of his boxers.
    “Davis…”
    Goddamn, that voice. The way she moved, riding his thigh, helping herself to what she needed. So fucking hot.
    He trailed his fingers down her back, teased them beneath the edge of her panties. A soft moan filled his ear when he slid two fingers into her heat. “Come for me, babe. Give it to me.”
    She squeezed his cock through the thin jersey material while grinding against his leg, hard and fast. “God, Davis, I’m coming…”
    Fuck, yeah, she was. And it went on and on. The sensual sound of her panting, the frantic, jerky rubbing as she used his leg to get off. The way her eyes pinched closed and her mouth opened. The flush of red across her fair cheeks. Didn’t matter that he’d already come twice tonight. His cock was primed and ready for another round.
    “Oh my god.” She buried her face against his chest. “That was—”
    “Insanely fucking hot.”
    She peeked up at him through a screen of long, dark eyelashes. How did she do that? Look innocent as a virgin and sexy as a porn star?
    “You didn’t mind?”
    “Hell no. What guy in his right mind would mind being your personal sex toy?”
    “I could be yours too…” She snuck her hand inside his boxers and stroked his standing-at-attention dick. “How would you like to play with me?”
    Oh man. “So many ways, Brinn. So many filthy fucking ways.”
    She moved quickly, abandoning him on the bed to stand just out of his reach. “Tell me one.” She hooked her fingers over the sides of her red panties and wiggled them down a couple inches. “I want to hear the dirtiest thing you want