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He kicks my thighs farther apart, hooking his feet inside my ankles to keep them wide until he’s nearly supporting my entire body. The hand toying with my clit slides down to my slick opening. He plunges a pair of fingers inside me. Immediately, I clamp down to trap his digits, blisteringly aware of him. Craving his next touch, I arch, bucking into his invasion. His fingers sink deeper, and I groan. Close. So damn close…
“Not yet,” he taunts. “Unbutton your blouse for me first.”
Despite my trembling fingers, I tear into those buttons so quickly, I’m sure I set some sort of record. Within a few seconds, my blouse hangs open all the way to my waist.
“That bra better unclasp in the front.”
He’s panting now. His whisper strains, and I feel a measure of victory to know I’m affecting him. Even as a niggle of worry needles me.
“It doesn’t.”
He curses as he uses his free hand to strip off my shirt and bra, jerking them down my arms and to the floor in about two seconds flat. As soon as he’s done, he settles his palm over my breast, gripping my nipple with ruthless fingers. The other hand starts working my slick sex again, thumb brushing over my clit in short, mind-melting caresses.
With a gasp, I realize I’m now wearing only my skirt. He’s still fully dressed. He makes me his to conquer, his to use, his to bend to his will.
“Bend over,” he whispers. “Brace your elbows on the table.”
Oh, god. He’s going to spread me across my own table and fuck me from behind? Tim never did that. Tim never touched me outside the bedroom.
I have no choice but to do as he says or fall on my face. Oh, who am I kidding, the thought of being taken this way makes my sex cramp with hunger. My belly jumps in anticipation. Breathing? More difficult with every passing moment.
Using his body, he urges me down. With a soft thud of my elbows making contact with the table.
Noah would be this way with a woman, dominant, skillful, in control. He’d do exactly what Mr. Mysterious is doing now, working my sensitive sheath with fingers that knew exactly where to press to make me lose my breath—and lose my mind. Imagining it’s Noah only makes me ache more.
Building and building, the sensations threaten to consume me. Shivers of excitement dance down my spine and settle between my legs, winding tight. Becoming a peak of sensitivity. Blood flows, filling me up. Almost…
“You going to come for me?” he growls.
“Yes.” I breathe high and tight as I keen the word.
He pinches my nipple, thumbs my clit, presses against that magic spot deep inside me. “Let go. I want to feel you on my fingers.”
I can’t stop the tidal wave of sensation for any reason. His hands, those words—and my restraint evaporates. A high-pitched wail echoes through the house, across the hardwood floors. My throat hurts even as pleasure claws at the rest of my body in a searing press of need that never relents. That’s me screaming, me needing, me coming… and coming.
Behind me, Mr. Mysterious groans and grinds his cock into the crack of my ass. “You’re so fucking sexy. I’ve jacked off many times thinking about how you’d sound when you came.”
His words fill me with a forbidden thrill. I make a lover of his caliber so needy he takes his own flesh in his hand. I have to see it. See him.
“Show me.”
He stills for a long moment. “Soon. Right now, taste.”
After a long drag of his fingers through my humid center that makes me groan again, he withdraws his fingers and raises them to my mouth.
“No.”
“Taste,” he demands.
I shake my head.
“I want you to taste, so you can’t deny my effect on you.”
The urgency of his whispered demand arouses me again. His dominant side reaches something deep inside me. I want to please him. I want more of the stunning, shimmering erotic bombshell he delivers. Anything, everything he can give me. He’d never have to know I respond so easily because I imagine Noah jacking off while desperately wondering what I sound like when I cry out from the pleasure he gives me.
Slowly, I part my lips. He glosses my bottom lip with my thick fluids before he reaches into a bag at his feet. He rummages around, pulls a scrap of cloth out with his free hand.
“Turn to face me,” he demands.
