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be. Needing to explore him, to make him hers, she ran her hands over his chest and stomach, lingering on the fine ridges of muscle above his pants. Bolder now, she pressed her hand against the huge bulge straining against his zipper, smiling with satisfaction at his pained groan.
    But even that wasn’t enough. She was aching for him, hollow with need as she worked franticly to get her hands on him. She listened to the delicious sound of his labored breathing as she released his huge erection, running her hand up and down in pure feminine approval. He tried to press her back against the wall, but she eluded him, dropping to the floor to take him in her mouth.
    Never had she felt so carnal, so desperate to take everything a man had to offer, to give him every kind of pleasure. She knelt on her robe and took him into her mouth, the tension in him nearly singing as she sucked him.
    His hands went rigid in her hair as she played with him, using her hand in time with her mouth. As powerful and in control as he usually was, she made him tremble and pant her name right alongside God’s. Her own excitement rose alongside his, everything in her alive to his warm skin and thrashing pulse.
    Then he pulled her up, his hands fisting in her hair as he tipped her head back to receive his desperate, almost painful kiss. His hand covered her pussy, pulling a long moan out of her. She clutched his arms to keep from melting to the floor as one strong finger slipped beneath her thong and stroked until she was writhing against him. His mouth left hers to close over a nipple, sucking and lightly biting as his fingers slid into her, again and again.
    “You’re so wet,” he groaned, his voice raw.
    “Please, Cutter,” she said, nearly sobbing with need.
    He leaned his forehead against hers as his breath heaved in and out. “I don’t have any protection.”
    “It’s a strip club,” Emily said, half crazed with desperation. “There have to be condoms somewhere. What about the men’s bathroom?”
    “Right. Wait here while I –”
    “Cutter, look behind you,” she said, pointing to a box on the shelf behind him. It was a supply closet after all, and they now had at their disposal the biggest box of condoms she’d ever laid eyes on.
    “Praise Jesus,” he breathed, pulling the box down.
    He took a packet out and ripped it with his teeth while Emily stroked him, desperate to get him inside her.
    He sheathed himself and then his hands were under her ass, easily lifting her up and pressing her back against the wall.
    “You want this, Emily?” he asked, his expression fierce, his face taut as he held himself in check.
    “God, yes,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist and gripping his shoulders.
    Without another word he pulled her thong aside, entering her in one tortuously slow stroke. Her head fell back and she arched in pure ecstasy, taking him in as deep as he’d go.
    “You feel amazing. So tight,” he said, his praise given between ragged breaths.
    Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders with each powerful thrust as he drove into her, hitting her sweet spot until she could hardly bear it. He filled her exquisitely, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until she was sobbing with need.
    “You want to come, baby?” he asked.
    Wordlessly she nodded, too far gone for speech, the feel of him between her splayed legs beyond anything she’d ever known.
    “Touch yourself,” he whispered in her ear, his voice a dark seduction.
    She looked at him uncertainly.
    “Go on, show me how you do it.
    He watched as she took one hand from his shoulder and brought it between them to stroke her painfully throbbing clit. He stayed with her, keeping her pace, thrusting in time with her rhythm until she didn’t know where he ended and she began. They were just bodies coming together as if they’d been made for each other, their skin slick with sweat.
    Sensation built until it was nearly unbearable, her thoughts narrowing to the