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it to me, Evan.” Her lips parted while she jerked him.
His balls drew up as her pretty eyes were fixated on his. She clearly wasn’t
calling for his orgasm just to make him blow, she called to it because she
wanted him… to taste him .
    No woman had ever made such a demand, which was all it took
to tip him over the edge. His body jerked as one final intense wave of pleasure
stormed through it. Heat blasted from his stomach into his balls then erupted
throughout him as his cum exploded from his cock.
    With loud grunts, he bucked and jerked as she accepted all
of his semen into her mouth. He waited for her to show some type of revulsion,
but she merely closed her lips, her eyes fluttered closed and she swallowed.
    Trembling with the aftereffects of his release, he groaned
in recovery, and she flicked that now-clean tongue along his cock head. He
gasped, overtaken from the sensitivity and nearly moved away, but her hold on
his thighs stopped him.
    After she thoroughly cleaned him, she wiped the corners of
her lips, drew the tip of her finger into her mouth and sucked. There, on her
knees, was a woman who had just blindsided him.
    He had never enjoyed not being in control because most women
couldn’t deliver if they held the reins. Brooke could. Lowering back, she
settled on her legs, smiling up at him. Consumed with sheer admiration for her,
he leaned down and sealed his mouth over hers—a hard kiss to show his approval.
Her lips followed his as he danced his tongue with hers and her sweet little
moans encouraged him.
    After a nibble on her bottom lip, he backed away and ran his
knuckles over her cheek. “Mission accomplished.” At the tilt of her head, he
added, “You proved yourself worthy.”
    Her sassy grin returned. “All in a day’s work, Mr.
Marshall.”

Chapter Three
     
    The sight of Brooke’s bare ass surrounded by a black lace
garter was enough to make Evan’s spent cock jerk. Her high heels clicked
against the marble floor as she strode down the long hallway with white
wainscoting and he stayed purposely behind her to admire that sexy bottom.
Christ, she looked spectacular in a skirt, but wrapped in lingerie, he’d never
seen anything hotter.
    Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at him. “Enjoying the
view?”
    “Immensely,” he replied with no shame.
    She chuckled softly. “Glad you think so, Mr. Marshall.”
Looking back in front of her, she continued with that fluid stride, making her
look as though she were a tigress on a hunt. As she rounded a corner, she
disappeared from sight and Evan quickened his steps to find her.
    Once he passed the bend in the hallway, he noticed a bedroom
door to his right. When he entered, he spotted a large king-size bed against
the far wall with a steel headboard and solid cherrywood furniture that
decorated the space.
    After a quick glance around, Brooke was nowhere to be found.
Then he heard the shower turn on. He smiled, pleased she’d thought of it, since
he was drenched in sweat and needed a rinse off.
    He strode through the huge bedroom, tossed his clothes onto
a chair in the corner and he entered the bathroom. In front of him was a
two-person shower and the rest of the space resembled the other parts of the
house—lavish and modern.
    However, the who in the shower interested him more
than the fancy house. Brooke, now nude, her lingerie and high heels resting on
the side of her soaker tub, stood under the showerhead. She’d pulled her hair
up in a bun on top of her head and her body glistened with the water.
    Instead of standing there like some idiot and salivating
over the woman, he approached the shower, opened the door and stepped in. At
his appearance, she turned around. His gaze traveled the length of her,
stopping at the water trailing off her nipples and he grunted.
    “Come here,” she murmured.
    He closed the distance between them and she pushed him under
the showerhead. The warm water rushed down his neck and over his back while she
closed in