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harder.
    He stopped what he was doing and gave her what he hoped was a stern look. “Say please.”
    “Please.”
    The pleading tone in her voice was perfect, but he didn’t want to capitulate just yet. It was best to keep the tension going, even though they’d already surrendered to the lust they felt for each other.
    What should he do next, he wondered? But he already knew. He lifted his hands to his hair, undoing the leather that held the braid in place. He unwound it slowly. The look of utter astonishment on her face made him smile. When he was done with the first one, he went to the second. When they were both done, he ran his fingers through his hair. It was slightly curly from being in the braids, and he could tell she wanted her fingers to replace his.
    But he had something else in mind.
    “Spread your legs.”
    Once more, she obeyed. Ash sat down on the edge of the bed; then he went in for the kill.
     
    FELICIA THOUGHT SHE might pull her arms out of her sockets when Ash’s mouth landed on her pussy. He licked and sucked while she bucked her hips. Incredible pleasure spread through her, singeing her nerve endings, making her fingers and toes feel as if they might explode.
    “Ash!” The bonds tightened around her wrists as Felicia tried in vain to pull free. She wanted to touch him, to feel his body, his arms, chest, legs, and finally, to run her fingers through his glorious hair.
    Right now, the closest she got to touching his hair was the silky feel of it against her thighs as he continued to feast on her. His tongue found places she was pretty sure she’d never known existed, throwing her body into a preorgasmic condition that she didn’t think she would survive.
    Every time she got close to going over the edge, he pulled away. Then he kissed her thighs, running his tongue over her skin until she shivered and begged him to stop teasing her.
    After the second go-round, he lifted his head and looked at her.
    “Is something wrong?” His mocking tone of voice made her pull even harder against the headboard.
    “Untie me. Fuck me. Stop teasing me.”
    “Which is it?” He sat up on his knees, his hands on his muscular thighs still clad in his jeans. “Do you want me to untie you, fuck you, or stop teasing you?”
    “All of it!”
    “Um…no.” He dived back in. She felt his laughter shake her thighs; his hot breath made her wet skin tingle.
    “You jerk!” She groaned as he started to lick her intimate parts again, sucking her clit into his mouth before he swirled his tongue around it. She was so close, so very… She exploded, and her body felt as if it might come apart.
    “Ash! Oh, Ash!” Felicia had never come so hard in her entire life. She felt herself rolling and pulling, and suddenly, she was coming back down, and Ash’s arms were around her, holding her close. At some point he’d undone one of her arms, and she hadn’t realized it.
    “Hush, babe. Don’t pull so hard. You’ll hurt yourself.” He untied the other, then sat down next to her and pulled her close. “How’s my Felicia?”
    “Close to death, I think. My heart skipped a beat or two.”
    Ash’s chuckle made her smile. He stroked her hair, his hands drifting down to her shoulders and arms.
    “Felicia, I have something I want to ask you.”
    “If you’re asking for permission to fuck me, you’ve got it.”
    She giggled. “No, that’s not it. Well, it will be later. Do you remember Benny Andrews?”
    “Benny the Bean?” She lifted her gaze to his face. “You want to ask me about him now?”
    “I just wanted to make sure you remember him. Benny lives in Houston now. I’m buying a motorcycle from him.”
    Felicia sat up and turned to look at him. “And this is important because…?”
    “I’m picking it up and driving it back to Santa Fe. I’m leaving on Sunday. Will you ride with me?”
    A nervous gasp of air escaped her mouth. “On a motorcycle? I haven’t ridden on one since…well, since you and I did