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hip. “If you knew what you looked like—oiled, shaved, ready, willing . . .”
    He ran his fingers over her pubic area, luxuriously letting the tips bump over her swollen clit. She groaned, “Please . . .” But not even she knew what she begged for.
    Slowly, slowly, he traveled up to her breast. Feather light, he touched a nipple. As it hardened, he rolled it between his fingertips until she arched her back. It didn’t take long. When he grabbed it between his teeth, she arched even more, begging him with her body to satisfy her.
    With his mouth on her breast, he used his hand to nudge her thighs apart. She responded by opening them widely. How had she ever lived without this?
    â€œRoll over on your belly.”
    She did, taking him with her. She heard his foot hit the nightstand clock and it tumbled to the floor.
    â€œZoe?”
    â€œWhat—” she managed to gasp.
    â€œThe bet’s over. It’s past noon. You can do whatever you want.” Phillip pulled the cords and freed her.
    She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. As her slippery breast glided across his chest, he groaned. When he didn’t stop her, she grabbed his lips in her own and kissed him as if her life depended on it.
    â€œThis is what I want,” she gasped.
    She ran her hand down his back and caught his bottom lip between her teeth. He grunted in agreement.
    While caressing his chest with her breasts, she asked, “You know what that means?”
    He ran his hands down her back and over her ass. “Don’t leave.” It was almost a plea.
    â€œDo you want me to stay?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œYou know,” she said, lifting a breast to his hungry mouth. “The ‘no penetration’ clause is now officially null and void.”
    He groaned and ran his fingers between her legs. As he slid inside, mere millimeters, she backed away and said, “Take off your shorts.”
    He did, and when her eyes landed on his cock, she saw desire in his eyes.
    â€œIt’s nice to give an occasional order,” she said.
    He stood there as she flattened herself against the bed. She spread her legs to give him a glimpse of herself, teasing him. As she opened her mouth in anticipation for his broad purpled head, he groaned again. She took him in without hesitation.
    The suction, the swirling—within moments he pulled her up. “Stop, please.” His voice was hoarse. “Not like this.” She tugged him with one more suck, and he pounced on her. Or maybe she pounced on him. She couldn’t tell.
    Between kisses, she heard him gasping her name. It did something to her. It melted her completely. While she’d been busy fighting her pride, he’d found a way to her heart.
    He fumbled in the drawer for a condom and slid it on. She was wet and she was ready, but he didn’t rush in. He pulled her so that she straddled him. His cock pulsated against her sex. He moved his mouth from hers, downward.
    Knowing what he wanted, she pushed a breast to his mouth. She was so willing, so willing.
    As he licked and sucked and bit at the stiff nipple, desire coiled in a tight ball in her belly. She twisted to present her other breast to his mouth, enjoying the shift in pressure of his cock against her clit. He obliged, hungrily, grazing his teeth against the other nipple and pressing harder against her.
    â€œNow,” she said, at the same time that he said, “Now.”
    â€œYes,” she moaned, pushing herself toward him. His hands encircled her tiny waist and pulled her fully on top of him. He thrust his hips upward in an invitation that she accepted. Ravenous, Zoe wrapped her legs more tightly around his hips, caught hold of his cock, and lifted herself just right. Tightening her thighs, she grabbed him and pulled until he sank into her, spreading her, filling her deliciously full. She shuddered.
    She felt him shudder, too.
    â€œGod, Zoe . . .” Phillip pushed her