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catch them like this. Find them almost having sex up against her mirror. Despite the fact they were both clothed there was no question what was going on.
    “I want you.” His lips explored the curve of her throat and found the spot under her ear that made her squirm. “I’m going to make you scream with pleasure as I fuck you.”
    Her pussy ached with need. A moan escaped her as he pressed into her, the scent of aftershave and pure, warm man making her heady with desire.
    His hands moulded her body feverishly, pulling at the hem of her skirt so he could smooth his palms over her thighs. His lips blazed a trail down her throat and she dropped her head back to allow him better access.
     
    Her scent drifted up to Jaron. He could smell her arousal mingled with her perfume and the scent of her skin. Sheer ambrosia. The temptation to shove her skirt up around her waist and bury his cock in her luscious pussy nearly got the better of him.
    He drove his hands into her hair, scattering pins with abandon. With devastating finesse he deepened the kiss, holding her head in his hands to plunder her lips as he pinned her against the counter, her back against the mirror. Her blood hummed under her skin, so close he could almost taste it.
    He growled, the beast inside too close to the surface to be totally denied. “God, you smell fantastic,” he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding along her thigh. He hooked his fingers into the lace of her panties, pulling them down inch by inch. The lace reached mid-thigh and stopped. Grace opened her eyes in confusion.
    “I’m going to strip you and fuck your brains out.” He yanked on the panties again. The scrap of fabric slid to the floor. Locked in his embrace Grace couldn’t look away from his heated gaze.
    “But first, I’m going to taste you.” He pulled her skirt up as he sank to his knees in front of her, urging her up onto the slight ledge in front of the mirror.
     
    Is he going to—? Oh god, he is …
    Hard hands supported her as he opened her thighs until her legs were spread wide. She moaned as her pussy was exposed, the cooler air in the room whispering over the heated flesh.
    “Perfect.”
    Grace didn’t get time to reply to his comment before he leaned in, his tongue stabbing deep into her pussy without warning. She cried out as her body melted. She must be literally dripping by now, needing him to fuck her. Embarrassed at her body’s reaction, she tried to squirm away, convinced he couldn’t find her pleasant. His hands clamped over her hips.
    “No, I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, the hot puff of his breath against her clit almost driving her out of her mind. “I’ve not even started yet.”
    His tongue slid along her folds from slit to clit, his fingers parting her wider. Grace collapsed back against the cool mirror as his clever tongue danced over the sensitive nub of flesh. He circled and licked, flicking it with his tongue and sliding back down to thrust into her needy body until she was ready to scream. But he didn’t let her come. Every time she approached her release, he moved away from her clit. Deep rumbles of appreciation sounded in his chest as he dropped back to deliver long, slow strokes with his tongue, letting her calm down and drop away from the peak.
    “Jaron, please. I can’t take much more,” she muttered after the third or fourth time, her body pulled tighter than a violin string. She’d lost track of everything apart from the need to come.
    Without warning he stood up, pulling her to her feet and whirling her around. He bent her over, scattering her cosmetics to the floor.
    “You can and you will, sweetheart.” He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head on the cool glass, holding them there with one hand. His chest pressed against her back. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden change.
    “You wanted to be taken, Grace. Forced, owned . So that’s what you’re going to get,” he said, pressing his stiff