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who’d seduced him .
    An interesting change of pace.
    Placing his hands in his pockets, he trailed after this sexy woman to his room and found her naked and lounging on the edge of his bed with a beguiling light in her eyes and a come-hither smile on her lips.
    Goddamn. He’d only gotten a glimpse of her body on the roof. With the lack of light and most of her clothes on, he’d only been able to feel with his hands and taste with his tongue. But now, he could take her all in. She was the epitome of feminine allure. All soft hips and waist, long hair, and those jaw-dropping legs.
    His cock stiffened instantly, and the sensual invitation in her eyes had him jerking his clothes off in short order and joining her on the bed.
    It felt right to have her here, tonight, in his home and on his bed.
    He crawled toward her and she scooted back, opening her legs. She held his gaze and set her hand on his cheek. Made him feel wanted, needed, as a man, not as a doctor. As their mouths met, they each inhaled, breathing one another in. She was his sanctuary for the night and he was hers.
    Looking to take his time, he determined to touch and taste every inch of her before he even thought of putting his dick inside her again. He bent his head to her breast, and she arched, giving a faint moan. While his tongue traced circles around her nipple, he traveled his hand down her stomach to her sex, spreading the folds, and finding her slick and hot.
    Exploring her body was his new obsession, kissing along each rib, and dipping his tongue in her navel. He moaned at the natural scent of her skin, the softness to his roughness while he made his way down. Running his hands along her legs, he kissed her knee, and trailed his mouth along her inner thighs, scraping his face along her stomach and chest before meeting her mouth again. She hissed at the scrape of his day-old beard on her soft skin, but in a way that told him she liked it.
    He reached for a condom from his nightstand and managed to get it on. Before he could make another move, Thea pushed his shoulders and turned him to his back, and climbed on top.
    Yes. Whatever you want.
    She grabbed his cock, stroked it, and eased herself down, devastating him with her taut sheath, the sight of her lovely body above his. Rocking up and down on him, she planted her hands on his chest, her breath hitching with every pump.
    He grasped her hips, watching her, his jaw clenching at the stunning power of sexual fulfillment. With her long hair tickling his chest, her breasts bouncing so close to his mouth, her thighs locked at his sides, he was in heaven.
    She was his gift. Wondrous and real at the same time.
    He captured a nipple and sucked, making circles on her ass with his palms. A nice ass he could hold on to. Thea bowed her back, groaned, fingernails digging in his biceps. He released her breast and kissed the center of her chest, desperate to lose himself inside her, and his balls began to tighten, ready to send his dick to sweet oblivion. Laying back, staring at his angel, he wordlessly guided her faster, harder on him, and she acknowledged and followed his command.
    Her voice pitched with approval and she dropped her head back. Thrusting his hips up, in almost unbearable pain, he reined in his raw need to come. Shit. I’m going to lose it if she doesn’t come first. Her hips undulated on his in a wild rhythm and he closed his eyes, groaning his fight.
    “Kenner,” she said achingly.
    He couldn’t help it, unable to control himself, a growl ripped from his throat as her walls milked him, his cock pulsating with his seed. Thea cried out, and clutched his arms while she rode her own wave of ecstasy. Her cries turned to whimpers, and his sensitive cock remained hard as she continued moving her ass up and down. He shuddered with every little languid pump of her hips, trying to make her still until he could breathe again.
    Finally, she bent down on his chest and lay her head on him.
    When she pulled her