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his attention was on her. He wanted to see her come without him inside her. He could feel how warm and damp the spot between her thighs was growing the more he played, and it fueled him on further. Her body tensed, shuddering under the rubbing of his fingers as he played with her pussy.
    His free hand tangled in her hair again as he tilted her head to the side, exposing her throat for his lips. Her small gasps and wriggles were driving him wild. He needed more, so much more. Pulling his hand away, he unsnapped her waistband with practiced fingers. She didn’t stop him, her breathing catching as he slid questing fingers under the lace of her underwear.
    They teased down her soft warm flesh until they settled themselves around the wet folds of her pussy. Spreading her lips with his fingers, he used his middle finger to rub and tease at her clit. She gasped hard, then reached her arms around him and held tight.
    Something about that touched a chord in him. Any twit could work a girl up sure enough. Still it always made him feel a little more masculine if she clung to him. Like his damsel in distress. She needed protecting, and that made him feel needed.
    She was hot and wet. Ready for him. The thought hardened his cock almost to the point of pain. Michael put the discomfort from his mind and concentrated instead on pleasuring her. With any of his other conquests, he would have stripped her clothing and buried himself as deep as he could with less encouragement. But with Jasmine, it was different. He wanted to please her more than himself, and that was dangerous territory.
    Slowly he pushed his finger past the entrance to her pussy and slid inside. She sighed against his neck. Her warm breath tickled and teased at him, making his cock throb anew. Again, he fought his discomfort as he slid his finger in and out slowly while his thumb teased her clit.
    Why was he going through so much effort for her? What set her apart from the rest? She was smart, gorgeous, and funny, but she was also sincere with him. That was something he hadn’t seen in a great deal of lately. Not since he’d gotten into this unit. Just one gold digger after another, all wanting in on their “cut” of his money.
    This one though… She didn’t seem worried about that at all. Apart from that first question about his unit, she hadn’t asked anything else about his job. Either she was a damn good actress, or she was more interested in him. Something inside him knew it was the latter and he wanted her to know how much he appreciated that.
    He circled her clit with his thumb again and added a second finger. God, she was so hot and tight he was on the verge of losing control without getting inside her. Who’d have thought an older chick would get him going like this?
    Michael watched her face as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes were darkened with arousal, a flush of need across her cheeks, and her full lips, swollen from his kisses, were parted on a small moan of pleasure. Those lips fascinated him, and before the night was out, he planned on having them wrapped around his cock.
    Pulling her into him, he continued to work on her clit. Silently, he savored the feeling of her arms wrapped around him. He remembered how lonely it was overseas when he found out he’d be coming home alone instead of to a fiancé. Back then, he’d have given anything to feel arms around him, to be hugged again. He shook the thought out of his head as she rested her forehead against his broad shoulder.
    Her breathing came in ragged pants and soft moans that tested his control. She was so hot and wet that it was taking near super-human effort to stand there and not reach for his zipper to free himself. Why the hell couldn’t she have worn a damn skirt?
    He groaned with frustration, the sound like a bear foraging for berries. He was large, hungry, and she was on his menu. He nibbled at her ears while his fingers slid in and out of her wet lips to the knuckles and