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He stroked a hand down her back. “It shows you needed it.”

She wriggled against him, and he growled low in his throat. “We started something last night that needs finishing.”

She stopped moving, and her breath caught. “Did we start a chess match?”

“I have no idea what that is? A kinky sex move?”

Her giggle shot heat through him.

“Nope, can’t say it is.” She threw an arm over him and ran her fingers down his back.

“So...” He reached for her zipper.

Wren rolled away and sat up. She ran her hands over her hair and took a drink of water from the glass by her bed. When she turned back to him, the lust in her eyes had his heart racing.

“I’ve got an idea.” She eased him back onto the bed.

He grinned. “I like where this is going.”

“You’re going to love it.” Her fingers played across his chest. She pulled off his clothes and tossed them over her shoulder.

His cock bobbed in the air, straining to reach her.

Wren cupped his shaft between her hands and licked her lips. “Do you want me to take you in my mouth?”

Holy stars! You didn’t turn down that offer. “Hell, yes!”

She giggled again, lowered her head, and circled his cock with her tongue.

He had to close his eyes. The sight of her teasing him with her mouth made him want to explode.

He groaned as her lips sank down his shaft, her hot wet mouth taking him in as she teased him with her tongue. The tightness around his cock intensified as she went even deeper, one hand stroking down to his balls.

Striker arched up, shudders of ecstasy spiking through him. His hand fisted into her hair as she made pleasurable noises in the back of her throat.

This wouldn’t last much longer. Not the way she was taking him in her mouth.

She pulled back, her glazed, hot expression locked on his. “Too much?”

“If I could manage it, I’d let you do that all day, but I have something I need to do to you.” He eased her on top of him, rolled her onto her back, and pulled off her jumpsuit.

Wren gasped as their warm, bare skin met. Her cheeks flushed with desire.

Striker sank between her open thighs and dipped his hand into her panties, finding her wet. His mouth took hers, and he slid two fingers into her heat.

She gasped into his mouth and arched her back as his thumb found her sensitive clit and he circled it.

Wren reached for his cock and pumped his shaft. Already slick from her mouth, it slid between her fingers.

“Striker!” Her gaze locked to his as he teased and played with her.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

She cried out and pressed into his hand, rubbing herself against him in abandon.

He groaned and pushed against her. She could use him anyway she wanted, as long as she got pleasure. So long as she valued what he did for her.

“Come for me, Wren.” He kissed her neck, teased her breasts with his tongue, and stroked the slickness between her folds.