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around a coil of desire so strong she trembled.
    But her pride demanded she couldn’t beg for release. Bad enough he’d managed to ride roughshod over her willpower. She still wasn’t certain how he’d managed to get her into this predicament—holding on to the top of a bathroom stall with her legs draped over his shoulders—waiting for him to fulfill the promise in his golden gaze.
    And why her? She took a deep breath and glanced down her body. Why had he chosen her? Had she somehow given herself away? Or was she just an easy conquest to him?
    While the thought rankled, she had to admit, the evidence was pretty damn convincing. She was after all splayed wide for his taking, her small breasts squeezed beneath the hem of her halter. Her nipples constricted so tightly they begged for attention.
    Like she would have to beg if she was ever going to feel the warmth of his mouth on her dripping sex.
    And how long had it taken him to convince her? Fifteen minutes? Maybe.
    He tongued the crease between her thigh and her pussy, wetting her skin. The air conditioning cooled on her open thighs. The contrast of the cool air on her crotch, and his warm hands, each cupping a bare buttock, drove her over the edge. To hell with who had control. And to hell with the last remnants of her dignity. She needed his mouth on her most intimate flesh.
    “Please,” she said, surprised by the husky timbre of her voice.
    He kissed her thigh. “I like the way you say that, but I want the words, baby,” he said, and lapped at the fabric covering her sex again.
    Her womb tightened. He wanted the coarse, nasty words—the ones that made her flinch. Saying them would strip away any pretense she might want to keep for her pride’s sake that this was anything but what it was—a physical mating, a carnal fuck.
    Pursing his lips, he blew a stream of warm air over her damp flesh.
    Her breath caught on a sob she didn’t know was coming. “Eat me, Max.”
    His lips lifted, baring his straight, white teeth. Not a smile—more an animalistic grimace of triumph. His hands slid from her ass and around the tops of her thighs. They met at her mons.
    Oh God.
    He bent his head and licked the seam of her pussy through her underwear. He rubbed his tongue over her, pressing into the silk, poking inside her opening to swirl his tongue in the shallow sheath he’d made.
    She moaned and felt her womb clench. All too soon, it wasn’t enough. Why hadn’t she taken off the goddamn panties?
    One clever hand tugged rhythmically at the strap that rode between her buttocks, drawing the elastic tightly against her anus. The other traced her slit through the crotch of her panties.
    “More, please,” she begged, looking away from the hard-faced man who was quickly ratcheting up the heat of his caresses.
    “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my fingers,” he said, his voice rough as gravel.
    Oh, yes. She pumped her hips, eager for him to hurry.
    “No, baby.” He nipped an outer lip through her panties. “Tell me.”
    She gritted her teeth. “Please, fuck me with your fingers,” she said, her voice rising. “Please fuck me, Max.”
    With his nose, he nuzzled aside the crotch of her panties, and his tongue touched her directly for the first time, delving between her labia to flutter the tip against the notch at the top of her slit.
    Pia nearly screamed, biting her lips to hold it inside.
    His gaze slammed into hers as he curved his fingers to plunge inside her.
    She wished he wouldn’t watch her so intently. She didn’t want to reveal how vulnerable she felt this near to release. Or how close she was to tears at the powerful rush of desire that swept through her.
    “Come for me, baby,” he growled, while pressing his fingers deeper. Then his lips closed over her clitoris, and he sucked— hard .
    Pia flung back her head and howled, her body shuddering as the coil unwound, pulse by pulse.
    When finally her climax waned, she clung limply to the wood, gasping for