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grabbing a wooden spoon. That wasn’t on the list of limits.
    Not that it mattered. She wasn’t about to turn down
anything. She still regretted saying Oz and missing her opportunity to explore
anal sex.
    “You don’t mind pain.”
    She remained quiet. His comment had been rhetorical. She
wasn’t going to waste the breath denying something that was obvious to both of
them.
    “In fact, it makes you hot.”
    He returned to the table, standing directly behind her arse.
She couldn’t see him without lifting her head and twisting. She didn’t bother.
Listening to his deep voice, while not being able to see him or what he planned
to do, added to the excitement. She’d told him she wouldn’t call him master,
but she had to admit, he was bloody good at mastering her.
    “How hot can I make you, Amy?”
    She bit her lip to keep from telling him she was already in
danger of spontaneous combustion and he hadn’t laid a finger on her. Before she
could offer any answer, the wooden spoon landed squarely on her arse.
    She yelped with surprise and pain. “Bloody hell.”
    He repeated the action. Once, twice, three times more. She
squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers white-knuckling the edge of the table. The
spoon disappeared, the pain of it being washed away by the sheer bliss of his
fingers as he pressed them inside her pussy. She lifted up on her toes,
struggling for more of his deep, powerful thrusts. Sweat gathered at her brow
as the heat from her arse and her pussy mingled, driving her arousal closer to
the flames she hoped would consume her.
    His fingers disappeared before she could leap onto the pyre.
Bloody bastard was up to his same tricks. “You fucking arsehole.”
    He chuckled, swatting her with the spoon several more times.
Each blow landed somewhere different and with a varying amount of power. She
never knew what to expect as some were gentle taps, others painful slaps.
    When his fingers returned to her weeping pussy, she pressed her
forehead against the table, seeking some coolness from the wood. Andrew leaned
over her as he continued to fuck her, his fingers driving inside her
relentlessly. Mercifully, he didn’t stop and Amy stiffened as an orgasm rumbled
through her body.
    “Mother. Fuck. Shit. Bloody hell.” Every curse she’d ever
heard flew from her lips in a long stream as tremors shook her.
    Andrew’s fingers stilled, though he kept them buried deep.
“Where’s my sister?” he whispered.
    “Oz.”
    She let the word hover in the air between them. It would be
up to him to decide if that was her answer or her retreat. He lay on top of her
for several long moments as she tried to catch her breath.
    When Andrew rose, he placed a kiss in the middle of her
back. “Stay put.”
    She wanted to laugh, but she didn’t have the energy. She
wasn’t going anywhere and he knew it. He’d fucked her boneless. Again.
    She closed her eyes, listening to the pounding of her heart.
She was so replete and exhausted, she failed to hear Andrew when he returned to
the kitchen.
    The sound of the condom package tearing caught her
attention. Her eyelids drifted open just as the head of his cock nudged against
her pussy, seeking entrance. She thought she was too done in to do much more
than simply go along for the ride. But she was mistaken. Andrew wasn’t content
to let her be the passive observer as he found his pleasure in her body. He’d
yet to allow her to be a wallflower at his party.
    His fingers found her clit, rubbing with enough pressure to
rouse a flame from what she thought were dying embers. She groaned, fresh
moisture easing his path as he pushed deep.
    “Jesus, Amy.”
    She loved the way her name sounded in his American accent. A-mee. Andrew’s thrusts were slow at first, but soon his pace increased, dragging her
arousal along with it. She pressed the palms of her hands against the tabletop,
trying to find purchase as she countered with an assault of her own. He was
taking her with a might that spoke of