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shocked him. It never seemed interested in mating with anyone, only fighting, until Spice walked back into his life. Every time she touched him it wanted to surface, as if needing to touch her as well.
    No matter how much he tried to distract his mind from the onslaught of pleasure, he felt on the edge of exploding. Not yet, please not yet.
    Her head of short, blond curls moved forward. The rosebud shape of her mouth opened and approached the tip of his cock. Moist and warm, her tongue swirled around and around. Her lips so close to wrapping around him.
    Panting, he flung back his head. Torment couldn’t be any sweeter.
    She washed his shaft with long sure strokes of her tongue, then posed her pursed lips on his tender tip. Cool air brushed the scorching skin as she blew a gentle breath.
    Urgent yearning swelled between his thighs. With a slight thrust of his hips, he pressed against her lips, silently pleading to let him in.
    She parted them but didn’t consume him like he wanted.
    He delved deeper in her mouth and was rewarded with her hungry moan. The scent of her excitement surrounded them. It was too much. He didn’t have a lot of experience with women so his willpower’s reserves were depleted.
    Advancing further with each heave of his hips, he reached the back of her throat. She took all of him. His fingers and toes tingled while his breaths came hard and fast.
    With voracious appetite, she began to suck and slid his cock in and out of her lush, moist mouth.
    Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Clenching his hands along the back of the couch, afraid to grab and distract her, he was so close to blowing.
    “Spice.” Her name came out sounding deep, as if from the bottom of his gut. “Yes—” he croaked. “Oh, baby. I-I’m going to come.”
    She didn’t hesitate or stop but continued at a more demanding pace until he poured his seed down her throat. Clinging to his thighs, she held onto him and swallowed. The ceiling spun for a moment while he tried to catch his breath. A week ago, if someone told him he’d be getting a blow-job by Spice Monroe he’d have laughed in their face.
    All those wishes he’d thought wasted on her finally came true.
    The brush of her nipples on his thigh caught his attention. She crawled onto his lap. Flawless, milky white skin covered her voluptuous curves.
    He pulled her close. During that whole time he hadn’t touched her once. She wouldn’t get away without him getting at least a taste. He trailed his fingers from her shoulder to her collarbone, then down her breasts to her nipples.
    She arched her back as he touched her.
    “You’re so beautiful.” Life started to return to his cock, not a full hard-on but it definitely filled.
    He laid her on the bedding and bent to take the hard nub in his mouth. The small mewling moans she made rekindled his passion. Her other breast jiggled as she wiggled under him. He massaged the soft globe in his hand; he could spend the rest of the night just playing with them, but she had other ideas.
    The pink panties came off and she flung them to floor. “Fuck me.”
    Those two words acted like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on his crotch.
    She must have noticed his hesitation. “What’s wrong? If you don’t have a condom, I’ve got one in my purse.”
    Of course, she would. He sighed. His beast wanted to but he’d let it have its way already tonight. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
    Her hands gripped his shoulders. “What?” The question snapped like a whip, but he knew she hid her hurt behind the anger.
    How did he explain himself without pushing her away forever? With no experience to draw from, he decided to stick to the truth, even if it embarrassed him.
    She started to slide out from under him, but he gripped her ass and yanked her back. “I want to…but…but we need to take things slowly. If you’re just looking for someone to fool around with, you’re better off with Sam. I’m not a one-night stand kind of