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hand and grasps the top of my arm, pulling me down so I’m flush to his chest again. My lips land on his and his marvelous mouth saturates me.
    I start working his tie loose, yanking it from his neck, as he claims me with his tongue. Then I begin on the buttons of his shirt until I’ve got the lusciousness of his hard chest under my palms.
    Slowing our kiss down, I pull away and he growls, his eyes clenching shut, but I ignore his obvious displeasure and start trailing my lips down his neck, onto his chest, across his solid stomach until I reach the zipper of his trousers. My nose runs the length of his cock over the material, and his hips jerk up, a suppressed bark flying from his mouth. My plan is working. I’m going to work him up into a frenzy so when I release him, he’ll be rampant and hopefully fuck me unconscious. We’ve got way too much hard fucking to catch up on.
    His hand lands on the back of my head, and he yanks at my hair a little, making me smile in smug satisfaction as I slip the button of his trousers and slowly pull his zipper down, sliding my hand into his boxers and firmly grabbing his rock-hard length.
    His hips fly up, the metal of the cuffs clanking loudly. “Fuck, Ava! Fucking hell!” His head shoots up and he hits me with desperate, hungry eyes. “Mouth, now!”
    I crawl back up his body and grab his cheeks in my palms. “You want me to take you in my mouth?” I press my lips to his…hard.
    “Do it.”
    “Who has the power, Jesse?” I bite his lip, and he moans.
    “You do, baby. Mouth.”
    I smile against him and drift straight back down, pulling his cock free and licking a teasing, wet lash straight up his shaft.
    “Oh fuck.” He groans. “Oh Jesus, Ava.”
    “Good?” I ask, taking him halfway, before drawing back again.
    “I knew I married you for a reason.”
    I bite into his flesh lightly, warningly. “All the way?”
    “Yes.”
    I wrap my lips around him and glide down, until he hits the back of my throat. He groans loudly, his groin pushing up. I try to relax my mouth, try to accept the invasion, but my gag reflex fails me and I’m suddenly retching.
    What the hell?
    I drop him fast and leap up from the bed, my stomach convulsing, a sweat breaking out across my brow. I’m going to throw up. I fly into the bathroom and collapse in front of the toilet, then proceed to evacuate the contents of my stomach, trying to hold my hair out of my face while aiming right.
    “Ava!” he bellows. The sound of cuffs start clanging loudly. “Ava!”
    “I’m…” I throw up again, choking as I try to talk, try to assure him that I’m fine. Shit, I need to release him.
    “Jesus, Ava!” The persistent clattering of metal on wood rings out through the suite, accompanied by Jesse’s panicked yells. “Fucking hell, Ava !”
    I can’t talk. My throat is blocked, my eyes are watering, and my stomach is aching from turning so much. What the hell is wrong with me? I’d hardly started. I’ve taken him endlessly like that and it’s never had this effect. Shit, I feel queasy. I grab some toilet tissue and dab at my forehead. I really need to get a grip and get my arse back in there to release him before he has heart failure.
    “Ava!” There’s an almighty crash, and then he steams into the bathroom, shirt open, trousers undone, and a look of pure dread on his face.
    I try to wave an arm at him, anything to reassure him that I’m okay, but I’m quickly grasping the side of the toilet again, bracing my arms as I continue to gag and choke.
    “Jesus, baby.” He sounds so worried, the neurotic fool. I’m only being sick. I feel him close in behind me and gather my tresses, holding them and rubbing my back.
    “I’m fine.” I wipe my face and rub my palms over my cheeks when I know I can’t possibly throw up anymore.
    “Clearly,” he mutters dryly. “Let me look at you.”
    I shuffle around on a sigh. “Still want to fuck me?” I ask in attempt to soothe his obvious worry.
    He