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under her knees, his mouth teasing a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of her thigh. “Hmm?”
    “You,” Jessie said, glaze-eyed with pleasure, not close to coming but feeling as though when she tipped over it was going to last forever. “You, Max. So perfect.”
    He laughed, self-conscious, and ducked his head. She pushed herself up on her elbow and tugged his hair until he looked at her. That was beauty, Jessie thought. This perfect man, still clothed, lying between her legs with his wet lips and flushed face. She touched his cheek, suddenly feeling close to tears and not wanting to cry, dammit, because she wasn’t going to cock-block herself with emotion.
    “I’m not,” he said.
    She pulled him to her mouth. “Shut up. You are, to me.”
    He propped himself up so that he wasn’t crushing her, one hand resting lightly on her hip. His fingers twitched, tickling. “Perfect doesn’t last.”
    More emotion closed her throat and stung her eyes. Jessie traced his lips with a fingertip before pulling him for a kiss.
    “I know that,” she whispered into his mouth. “But it can last long enough.”
    There was no way she was going to give him a chance to back out now. It took only a little effort to push him to the side and get him on his back, to straddle him and work the buckle of his belt. The button and zipper on his jeans—and finally, at last, to get him as naked as she was. Jessie didn’t take her time the way Max had. She stripped him completely as fast as she could.
    Then she began to devour him.
    Kissing, stroking, licking, sucking. She left no scant inch of him uncovered with her mouth and hands, an echo of the time he’d spent exploring her body, but not soft and not slow, and sure as hell not sweet. There’d be time for that later, she thought when she took his cock in her mouth and drew him in as deep as she could. Second rounds were for slowing down.
    When his hand tangled in her hair again, she tensed, working her tongue around the head of his prick. She half expected him to pull her away, but when he instead used his hold on her hair to move her a little faster, Jessie moaned. The taste of him had always driven her crazy, and it was amplified here. She let herself take him in a little farther down the back of her throat, then gripped the base of his cock and eased her mouth up, up and up while her hand followed. Slick from her spit, his cock pulsed on her tongue. She sucked gently at the head, then ran her tongue around the rim.
    “Fuck,” Max muttered. “Oh shit, that feels so good.”
    “I want you to feel good.” She stroked her hand up and down, palming the head with a little twist of her wrist that made him shudder. Seeing him react that way turned her on even more, if that were possible, and she already thought she might just explode. Incinerate.
    “I want you to feel good, too. C’mere.” He let go of her hair to ease her upward on him, his cock rubbing her clit as she straddled him. Every thrust of his hips pressed his heat to her.
    She was so wet that she slid against him, but when she moved to lift up so he could put himself inside her, Max again whispered, “Wait.”
    Jessie made a low mutter of frustration but paused. “What?”
    They’d already had the discussion about birth control and STDs and condoms and responsibility. She knew it couldn’t be that. She searched his face for some sign that he was going to tell her he’d changed his mind, that he wanted to go still slower than this. She’d die, she thought. No, she’d kill him.
    Max gave her his charming grin, the one he knew would always appease her. He shifted so his prick pushed more easily between them, against her clit as he held her hips and moved his own. Just a little. Then, pause. A little more. Each small motion rubbed the head of him on her, until she could only let her head fall back, her mouth open and eyes heavy-lidded with the pleasure of letting him get her off with just this.
    It wasn’t