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close–and he wanted to topple her over. He reached up to fondle a nipple while he returned to her clit for one last, long suck.
    Glancing up, he watched her face shine with ecstasy. Eyes closed, teeth buried in her lower lip. So fucking sexy. He felt her pussy pulse against his chin as he continued to draw out her quivers. Soon the same massage would clutch his cock. But not soon enough.
    Nuzzling the insides of her thighs, he fumbled with the button on his slacks. As it sprang free, he stood, delving into the drawer of his nightstand for a condom. “Turn over.”
    He watched as she obeyed. Her legs trembled as she raised onto all fours, her bare ass displayed for his perusal. The crinkle of plastic filled the air as he opened the condom packet. When she glanced over her shoulder, her hair cascading like a mahogany waterfall, his cock twitched. What a woman. Sexy as fuck.
    Rolling the condom onto his length, he approached. He ran his hand over the lush globes of her ass. When she moaned, he followed the trail with his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her.
    The shirt barred his fingers from touching her bare back. He wanted to remedy that, but the urge to have her was overwhelming. Gripping his cock, he ran the head over the slick folds of her pussy. When she tried to impale herself on him, he nearly lost his seed. He pinned her in place with a hand on her back. Then he slowly plunged into her hot, tight sheath.
    Soc au lait, she fit him like a glove. He pulled back, holding her hips as he watched himself disappear into her channel and re-emerge slick with her juices. Even though it nearly killed him, he kept the pace leisurely, savoring the moment. The slow slide into her tight sheath was perfect. Heaven.
    But his lust soon overwhelmed him, spurring him to greater speeds. Even with his slacks still confining his movements and his shirt molding to his torso, this one moment transcended all other sexual encounters. He couldn’t get enough of her and had to stop himself from digging his fingers into her skin.
    The slapping sounds of skin against skin filled the silence along with her curt moans. As they increased, he knew he’d found the sweet spot deep inside her. Grinding against it, he bracketed her body with his. He tongued her nape as he continued to thrust and retreat at a frantic pace. With every pass, her breasts bounced, begging for his hands. Finally, he gave in, balancing long enough to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her core clenched around his cock, tightening with each plunge. So close…but she neared her peak, too. He wanted to feel her spasm around him. Reaching beneath her body, he sought out her sensitive clit.
    With a groan, she climaxed. He quickened his pace, hammering into her lush body. As her tremors started to subside, she glanced over her shoulder. Lips parted, hair in disarray. Their gazes met. Held. For a second, Seb remained poised, filled with pleasure so poignant, he ached. In that instant, he felt more at home than he ever had before. In that instant, his will to fuck her dissolved. He wanted to make love to Amy instead.
    Don’t be ridiculous.
    Pushing the utopian thoughts aside, he pumped himself to completion.
    Satisfaction soared throughout his limbs, locked in place. Amy collapsed onto the bed beneath him in exhaustion. As soon as he recovered the strength, he disentangled himself and retreated into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
    When he returned to the bed, Amy had begun to sit up and straighten her clothing. Ignoring the pang in his chest, Seb eased onto the bed. With an arm, he pinned her beside him, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
    “Don’t leave, cher. I’m not near done with you.”
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Amy woke in a strange bed with a pleasant ache between her thighs. The afternoon and night before replayed behind her closed eyelids. But instead of feeling sated, she was anxious.
    It has to be a mistake.
    Amy didn’t inspire that level of