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rubbing small circular patterns
over and over. First soft, then hard, then soft, in a constant switching
pattern. His tongue dipped inside her, fucking in tandem with his fingers.
    “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She knew she was crying out but didn’t
care. She was so close, so close to an orgasm that promised to be
earth-shattering.
    Jonas picked up on her cues and pulled his mouth back from
her. “Look at me.” Her eyelids were dipping closed but she jerked them wide at
his command.
    She couldn’t deny him. And when she met his eyes, he
rewarded her instantly. He fucked her hard with his fingers and pushed her over
the edge when he pinched her clit between his thumb and finger.
    She came with a scream, bucking and thrusting her hips up
against his hands. He held her gaze for a long moment then finally released her
when he ducked his head and began licking her pussy again. His hands gentled on
her and his mouth laved and sucked at her, easing her down while he lapped at
her juices.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered against her skin. “So incredibly
beautiful.”
    “God, Jonas,” she moaned.
    “What?” he asked with a smile. He couldn’t seem to keep his
mouth off her skin and kept returning to trace kisses over whatever part of her
he was closest to.
    “That was incredible,” she keened. “So amazing.”
    “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
    “So tell me something,” she said as her heartbeat slow down
and her lungs finally ceased their pant for air.
    “What do you want to know?”
    “What else did you picture doing to me?” she asked. “Did you
dream of fucking me?”
    He grinned. “Oh yeah, all the time.”
    She leaned up on her elbows and used one hand to beckon him
to her. “Well, don’t leave us both waiting then. Come on and take me.”

Chapter Four
     
    She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he rose to his
feet in front of her. She eased back on the bed, moving so that she was
centered and her entire body was now reclined.
    Jonas was an engineer, a thinker who seemed to always be on
his laptop. He wore suits and ties daily. Who knew those suits hid such an
incredible body. His chest was broad, sprinkled with a light dusting of hair
that blended into a thicker happy trail that led to what she was dying to
finally see.
    God, please don’t let him be small , she prayed and
then felt horrible. But damn it, she could at least be honest with herself. She
liked her men to have at least a little length and thickness. It had to be a
man who said that size didn’t matter, because, honestly that was a lie. A man
had to have something to work with. The bulge in Jonas’ pants said he
definitely had something to work with, something that promised to be
spectacular.
    Jonas’ hands finally had his belt undone and the button and
zipper released on his slacks. He pushed them down and off, kicking them aside.
He wore men’s bikini underwear. She’d never seen a guy wear them before, had
snickered at them in the past. But on Jonas they were incredible, leaving
little to the imagination. Then with a jerk of his hands they were down and off
and he stood in front of her with nothing but a hard-on bobbing in front of him.
    He was big, thick, perfect. The head of his cock was
slightly larger than the shaft, crowning over it, giving it a mushroom shape
that she loved. The head was already wet with arousal and she wanted to touch
him, taste him like he had her.
    “Meet with your approval, Princess?” he asked, palming his
length and giving it a stroke and squeeze while she watched.
    “Oh yes,” she breathed and sat up. She loved it when he
called her princess. She didn’t care for pet names in general but she’d allowed
it from Jonas since he’d first started it years ago.
    “Don’t move, Jacey,” he said. “You look so good lying in my
bed.”
    “I want to taste you.”
    He shook his head. “Not now. I’m on the edge here and I want
to be inside you.”
    She nodded her agreement, licking her lips. Yeah,