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A minute later, she rewarded his efforts by coming on his tongue. So, he continued.

Her cheeks and chest flushed when she came again.

And then, a few minutes later, she came again.

“Please, Marcus,” she panted. She closed her thighs over his ears in a weak effort to stop him. He pried her legs apart and put pressure against her clit with the flat of his tongue.

She squirmed. “I can’t—I—Oh!”

She came one last time, her high cries of pleasure making him feel really fucking great. Everyone liked confirmation of a job well done. Her shouts faded into mewls, her legs falling to one side when he moved out from between them.

At her side, he kissed her temple, then smoothed her hair. It was curling at her ears, and her upper lip was slightly damp with sweat.

“Dammit,” she whispered. She pegged him with sleepy blue eyes. “I begged.”

“I heard.” She’d shorted his hour by a good forty minutes, too, but he wasn’t complaining.

“Hmm,” she hummed, satisfied. He could see the satisfied written on her face. Pleasing her this much was like winning a kinky lottery.

One of her hands closed around him. He was hard, growing harder now that she was touching him. “I’m doing you next.”

“No. You’re not.” He dipped his head in reference to the part of her he’d just been enjoying. “I want in there.”

A laugh sounded in her throat. “You have a way with words, Black.”

“I have a way with you, McIntire.” He lowered over her mouth, sampling her with his tongue.

He’d been playing the field for a while, but whenever he was with Lily, he thought about finishing the game. And, to continue the metaphor, she was also the only field he was interested in playing on. That realization had scared the hell out of him on more than one occasion.

“Condom?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” He left her briefly and returned with the foil packet. After she’d praised him for being a good Boy Scout, he’d bought a box and stashed them everywhere. Wallet, glove compartment, lunchbox… And tonight he’d torn off a strip of three and stuffed them into his pants pocket the moment he’d parked behind her at her house.

No one-and-done tonight, thank you very much.

He rolled on the condom before positioning himself over her. Then he thrust his hips forward and sank deep.

She threw her head back and shouted, her nails abrading his shoulders.

“God, you’re sensitive,” he managed. Forget Hawaii, her creamy center was the only paradise he needed.

She responded with another moan as she scratched her nails down his back. He continued pumping into her. She kept her hips wide as her heels dug into his ass. She came again on a whimper, her inner walls clamping down on him. He wedged his back teeth together and tried to think of anything except how fucking amazing she felt.

Impossible.

She watched him, eyes open, lips parted and expelling a sated breath. “Your turn,” she said. “I’m dying.”

He would have dragged it out, but his balls had already drawn up—he was ready. He buried himself to the hilt as she pulsed around him. She went off again and, this time, took him with her.

His final thrust was involuntary, after which he collapsed on top of her, smashing her into the mattress with the top half of his body. He was inside her, balls pounding, head swimming.

“Nice work, Black,” she whispered.

“Thanks,” he said.

And then he laughed.

Marcus’s wide shoulders shook as he laughed.