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her face, probably that he’d abandoned his job prematurely, shifted to one of understanding. “Oh.” She patted the bed around her and finally found the condom packet. It’d become wedged under her body while he teased her down below.
    She opened it, tossed the foil, and expertly rolled it onto him.
    Now, what position? She’d said she didn’t care one way or the other, but he wanted to show her sex was meant to look forward to. There should have always been an element of surprise—her partner should always have something up his sleeve.
    But, maybe next time. This time, he wanted to keep it simple, his gaze locked on hers, her comfort his primary concern.
    He eased back into the V of her legs and hooked her ankles together at his back.
    She watched him, expression that unreadable blank once more, as he gathered pillows and propped them under her rear, just enough to improve the angle. Just enough for him to see the wetness he’d aided and the slight clenching of her sex as he looked down at it.
    “It’s not exactly a work of art, Patrick. You don’t need to stare.”
    “I love your body. Of course I’m going to stare.” He angled himself over her, nestling his arms beneath the pillow holding her head, and fixed his gaze on hers. His cock probed at her entrance and she moved her hips to meet it, but he wasn’t ready. “Any man who doesn’t look—doesn’t stare—isn’t worthy of taking the prize.”
    “You think that makes you worthy?”
    With a slight tilt of his hips, his head was in her, and her hungry cunt tried to take more of him in. He wouldn’t allow it.
    “No. What makes me worthy is that I give a shit.” He eased in further, pausing to let her body adjust to his size, for her to relax and let in more of his length.
    Her lips parted and she exhaled a little moan, raising her chin and exposing more of her neck.
    He leaned in and kissed it, holding his cock very still inside her while he grazed his lips over her throat and licked her pulse points. She was so hot and her heart was beating so fast already.
    He slipped himself almost all the way out, and pushed back in further, this time touching her cervix. “Look at me,” he whispered.
    She didn’t. Her eyes were closed and she’d started to take ragged breaths through her mouth.
    As hot as it was knowing he had that effect on her, he wanted her present. Fully aware that she affected him as much as he affected her.
    “Dana, sweetheart, please . Look at me.”
    With a deep breath through her nose, she opened her eyes to the ceiling, then slowly tracked her gaze to his face. Now, forced to bear witness to the engagement, she looked a bit startled. Frightened, even. What was she expecting?
    He resumed his hips’ motion, watching her face in between stolen kisses.
    Tentatively, she put her hands on his back—an embrace that felt somewhere between caress and plea—and swallowed hard enough for him to hear.
    “How are you?” he asked, propping himself onto his forearms as he worked her.
    She took in some air and after a moment managed, “Fine. I’m fine.”
    “So you don’t mind if I go faster?”
    “B-b-be my guest.”
    He laughed at how flat and serious her voice was, even with her eyelids fluttering and her cunt clenching around him as if it contained the last source of water in a desert. She would milk him dry at the rate she was going.
    With her permission, he increased his pace, slipping in and out of her slick, tight sex, his balls slapping against her ass as he pistoned.
    Beneath him, her belly quaked, and her fingernails clamped into his back. When she closed her eyes, he pulled out.
    Her eyelids sprang open and forehead furrowed. “What are you doing?”
    “I thought I was clear. Look at me.”
    She forced a hiss through clenched teeth, but gave him a nearly imperceptible nod. Compliance.
    “Thank you.” He eased back in, and this time when he stoked her, she hardly even blinked. So of course, she had to see every twitch of