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dropped to her
knees as she pushed them and his underwear to the floor. He gasped as his cock
fell free.
    “Better yet,” she said, giving him a mischievous smile as
she looked up and took him in hand.
    Jesus, he wouldn’t last two seconds if she put her mouth on
him right now.
    He gripped her wrists and reluctantly pulled her to
standing.
    “You first,” he said. She let out a laughing whoop of
surprise when he bent and threw her over his shoulder.
    He had to dodge her shoes as she toed them off along the
way. In the short time it took him to kick his bedroom door shut and swing her
off his shoulder and onto the bed she’d managed to lose her bra as well.
    “Aren’t you an eager girl?” He laughed, pulling her jeans
off.
    Her face was flush, her exotic green eyes dark with desire.
“I haven’t been able to think about anything else but getting naked with you
again since Saturday night.”
    The urge to fall on her, bury himself deep and fuck them
both mindless was overwhelming, but not nearly as strong as the need to savor
the moments with her while he still had them.
    “Oh, yeah?” He knelt on the bed between her ankles. “When do
you think about it the most? In the shower? In bed, alone at night?” He arched
an eyebrow at her. “You do go to bed alone at night, right?”
    She licked her lips and his cock twitched in response. “I
think about you at the most inappropriate times,” she whispered as though she
was letting him in on a secret.
    He slipped a hand under her knee and kissed the soft skin on
the inside. “When?”
    She sighed and spread her arms wide.
    “All the time. Yes, in the shower,” she gasped when he
licked along the crease at the back of her knee. “I was being shown a massage
room during an interview the other day and my thoughts wandered off into the
most delicious fantasy of you and I. Locked in that room together. Both of us
naked.”
    He sank his teeth into the inside of her thigh.
    “It was just you, me and a full bottle of massage oil.”
    He moved his mouth an inch higher up her thigh and sucked
hard enough to leave a mark. Her hips rolled and she laughed softly, then
groaned when he used the thumb of his other hand to seek out her clit. The
smell of her arousal was making his thoughts go pleasantly foggy. He moved
higher yet, wanting to put his mouth on her, to hear her moaning his name the
way she did when she came.
    She sat up, grabbed him under his arms and tried to pull him
up. “Don’t.”
    There was something that looked a lot like panic in her
eyes.
    His eyebrows went up. “Why not?”
    She shook her head. “You don’t need to…to do… that .”
    He braced himself on his arms, his hands on either side of
her hips.
    “Why?” He kissed her softly. Whatever was making her panic,
he needed to reverse it. Immediately. “Don’t you like that ?”
    She blushed and wrapped her arms around his neck. He let her
pull him with her as she lay back.
    “It doesn’t really do anything for me,” she whispered, eyes
closed.
    He fought the urge to smile. “Are you sure?”
    Her eyes popped open and she looked indignant. “Yes, I’m
sure.”
    “So, you were willing to suck me off in the hall just now,
but you don’t enjoy receiving.” He gave her a half smile. “You’re a guy’s wet
dream, Rachel Marsh.”
    Her eyes went wide and he swallowed any protest she might
have had with another deep kiss. When she tried to push at him he easily got
hold of her wrists and pinned them over her head out of the way. He stretched
his body higher over hers and his cock jumped as it settled so close to her wet
heat. She groaned in agreement and tried to shift toward him, encouraging him
to plunge inside.
    She wasn’t getting out of this so easily, and his cock was
just going to have to wait.
    “Hold on.” He wrapped her fingers around the wrought iron
headboard of his bed. “Hold on or I’ll tie you down,” he added when she
resisted.
    She held on.
    “Let me change your