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mental art form that would baffle Einstein himself.
Pierce was the one chink in her tough emotional armor that she revered rather
than reviled. Unconditional love had a way of doing that to a person.
    “Not enough?” Humor laced his question. “Let’s see if you’re
saying the same thing later. After I’ve made you come five or six times.”
    Her eyes widened, her gaze zeroing in on his. “Five or si—”
She swallowed her astonishment. Three was her standing one-time record. And
she’d been damn proud of that. Even if there had been some instructional
guidance on her part. After the first climax, it took forever for the second.
In her book, three orgasms had been right up there with the parting of the Red
Sea.
    Instead of the expected we’ll see, Mr. Braggart from
her libido, it rubbed its greedy little hands together in eagerness.
    His finger slid in a little deeper.
    “If you’re a good girl and let me have my wicked way with
you, I might toss in an extra orgasm for good measure.”
    Oh, hell yes!
    She wrapped up her escalating impatience in duct tape and
tossed it into the proverbial trunk. “My body’s all yours.” Along with the
rest of me, Mr. Commitment Phobic. All it would take would be a little crook of
your talented finger. In this case, pun definitely intended.
    As if he had a direct line to her internal conversation, he
probed deeper, curled his finger, barely grazing the inside of her sensitive
opening. She gritted her teeth. Not…quite…where she needed it, but making
progress. Slight as it was.
    Determined to cash in on all his promises, she drew a
fortifying breath. She wasn’t taking any chances with his earlier declaration
of bedroom equality. Highly unlikely he could turn off his dominance as if it
were a light switch. Not that he’d lied or wouldn’t give it his best shot. But
she knew him well. Knew herself even better. With him, only him, she was more
than willing to relinquish all control. Put her cherished, long-awaited
fantasies in his large, slightly rough, capable hands.
    The slight withdrawal of his finger snapped her out of her
thoughts as she locked her gaze with his.
    “Along with giving me your body, your full attention would
be a nice bonus.” It was a mild rebuke, during which he thankfully didn’t
remove his finger altogether, lightly gliding it up, down, up, down through her
slick folds.
    “Sorry.”
    “Not as sorry as you would be if I were in full discipline
mode.” A slightly sinister smile played at the corners of his generous mouth.
“Lucky for you, I’m not. This is about feeling , not thinking. Relax. I
promise you won’t be disappointed.”
    How sweet. He thought she was nervous. She was so going to
grab onto that lifeline, as her earlier thoughts were something she wasn’t
anxious to share. As for disappointed, a woman would have to be certifiable to
even consider the word in regard to the hunk whose muscle-laden thighs she was
sprawled across. “Okay.” A generic answer he could interpret any way he wanted
to.
    She took a deep breath and allowed her body to relax further
into the muscular cradle of his arm.
    His approving smile was accompanied by a deeper penetration
of his finger. A good second knuckle’s worth.
    A slight curl and a couple of soft fingertip scratches
and…bingo! Her G-spot.
    Left toes digging into the plush carpet, right toes curling
for purchase into the mattress, her hips levitated to meet his sure, steady
strokes.
    “Now that I’ve got your full attention…” His strokes became
firmer, a tad faster.
    She whimpered. Confident of the strong-armed support across
her upper back, she raised her butt off his thighs, spread hers wider in
encouragement and executed a reclining, toe-balancing act a prima ballerina
would envy.
    She screwed her eyes shut tight.
    “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Just like,” a strangled whimper pried its
way past her constricted throat muscles, “THAT!”
    Every muscle in her body tensed a second before she