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invading her mind.
    Aubrey found herself arching her back, pushing against that
finger, seeking the feel of his whole palm on her.
    He pulled back and a panicky bird seemed to spread its wings
in her chest. But he was just removing the camera and placing it on the
bookshelf by the door to the stairwell.
    “There,” Mike said, pressing back against her. She could
feel the heat of his bare chest and the smell of sunscreen grew thicker around
her. “Now I can get closer.”
    He cupped her face in his palms and paid close attention to
her mouth. Stroking his tongue over hers, licking softly along her lower lip
and then nibbling so she felt the rush of excitement low in her belly. The rush
of it quickly spread to her pussy and Aubrey knew if he so much as suggested
sex, she’d be in. One hundred and ten percent. It had been quite a while since
she’d gotten laid and there was no doubt in her lust-scrambled mind that Mike
Sykes would be very good at it. And very generous to his partner.
    She sucked in air like she was drowning and his big hand
splayed along her rib cage. The heat of his touch seeped into her skin and then
he was pushing his fingers up beneath her shirt and the direct contact was
surprising.
    A rush of fluid escaped her and puddled in the crotch of her
jeans. If they got that far there’d be no playing it cool. She’d never be able
to hide how much she wanted him if he saw that. And somehow the knowledge that
she would be so easy to discover made her urgent lust a million times better.
    Mike swept his hand higher, pushing her top up as he went.
When he reached her bra, her body trembled. She shook beneath his hands though
she was desperately trying to still herself.
    “Are you okay?” he asked conversationally as he pulled her
bra cup down and exposed her right breast. His lips captured the already taut
bit of flesh and he sucked.
    More fluid, more heat, more need. A shuddering sigh slipped
free of her even as she tried to convince him she was fine. “I’m perfect,” she
said.
    He bared her other breast, raked his teeth along her skin.
Her whole body responded with bright pleasure. Before she could stop herself she
sighed, “Yes.”
    He chuckled, bit her so she jumped, licked the skin he’d
just savaged. “Yes, I agree. You’re perfect, you know.” His hands curled
against her waist and he held her firmly there so he could kiss her again.
    She parted her lips, met every thrust of his tongue with one
of her own. But when he stepped even closer, pinning her to the wall with his
body, she sank into the kiss. Fell backward into it. Submitted.
    “I’m going to touch you now, Aubrey. Is that okay? I want to
make up for that kiss where I hurt your feelings.”
    “You didn’t hurt my—”
    “I did so and that wasn’t my intention.” His fingers dipped
below the waistband of her jeans and she remembered she was bare beneath. No
knickers to speak of.
    His fingers swept back and forth as he nibbled down her
neck. When he found nothing beneath he straightened, looked her in the eye. His
gaze was predatory and she had a flash of “who’s afraid of the big bad wolf”.
    “Bare under there,” he breathed. It was not a question.
    “I was in a hurry.”
    “I’m not.”
    His fingers drove lower and she shut her eyes, willing him
with her amazing mental powers—at least the ones she wished she had—to take her
jeans off. To fuck her right here, right now, up against the half-done basement
wall.
    He reared back to look at where his hands were on her and
Aubrey had a perfect mental image of him doing the same thing while he was
fucking her. Watching where his cock would slide easily into her body. Watching
where they were joined.
    Another sigh slipped out of her and he popped her button,
drew down her zipper, pushed her jeans down on her hips.
    Her top was hiked up, her jeans shoved down and he was
studying her like she was art.
    “Wow,” Mike said, tracing the curve of her waist with his
hand. The