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A hot red flush burned across his chest. The room felt a million degrees and then some. Blood pounded in his ears. His vision swam as he looked up at the ceiling where the north wall met the south wall in a triangle. Dizzy with desire, he looked down the length of his body at Flash and watched her mouth moving up and down his cock with a look of bliss on her face. Mistake. Big mistake.

“Stop,” Ian said.

Immediately Flash stopped and sat back. Slowly Ian sat straight up again and breathed a few times to clear his cloudy head. His throat was dry from breathing so hard.

“You almost made me come,” he said.

“Oh, no,” she said. “How awful.”

“It is awful, and I don’t think you’re nearly as sorry as you should be.”

“It was very naughty of me,” she said, her eyes briefly meeting his before she lowered her gaze again. “You told me not to make you come, and I kept going even though I knew you were close. But it felt too good, having you in my mouth again. I’m sorry.”

“Forgiven.” He brushed a stray lock of red hair off her forehead. Her hair was only about four inches long and soft as silk on his fingers. Some days she’d put gel in it and style it like a punk star. Today it was free of product and swept back off her face, making her look far more innocent than a woman who could suck cock like Flash should look. He would never, ever tell anyone Flash had this submissive side to her, that she got off on being used sexually by a dominant man. And she would never tell anybody he got off on it as much as she did. It was between him and her. Their dirty, sexy little secret.

“What should I do with you now?” he asked as he laid his hands on each side of her neck and pressed his thumbs into the hollow of her throat. He didn’t do it hard, certainly not hard enough to hurt, but only hard enough so she felt him touch her in her most vulnerable spots. Her head fell back a little, her eyelashes fluttered again. She was never more beautiful to him than when he had her on her knees before him, making her his sexual property, if only for a night.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“I had a feeling that’s what you’d say. One little problem—you have your clothes on.”

“I can solve that problem.”

“Solve it, then. I’d love to see your solution.”

“Am I allowed to stand up?” she asked.

“You are right now. You’ll be on your knees again before the night’s over, though.”

“I’ll consider myself warned.”

She stood up and pulled her T-shirt off, dropping it on the floor at his feet. She wore a black lace bra under her white shirt, another thing she did that drove him wild. The bra came off in a second and landed at his feet to join her shirt. Her nipples were hard already, dark with desire. He caught one in his mouth when she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself while kicking off her shoes. Once he had his mouth on her nipple she froze, letting him suck her as hard as she’d sucked him. He held her by the hips as he ran his tongue in circles around her aureole before catching her nipple between his lips again and drawing it into his mouth. She sighed blissfully and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to him. He took both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, lightly at first and then harder. Her back arched into his palms. A warm scent of arousal and baby oil rose off her body, a unique mix that had him burying his face in the valley between her breasts and inhaling deep.

She kissed the top of his head.

He felt it, soft as a butterfly landing and taking off again an instant later, but it could have been a brick for how hard the tenderness of it hit him.

“You aren’t like this with anyone else, are you?” she asked so softly someone standing in the corner of the room might not have heard her.

“Only you,” he said. “I didn’t even know I wanted it like this until you. Until you told me how you liked it.”

“You knew. You just didn’t want to know.”

“It scares me a little,” he confessed, a hard thing for a man to say to any woman, especially to the one woman whose good opinion mattered more than anything to him. She brought out an animal side of him he’d never let out of its cage before, and since that night, he hadn’t been able to put it back.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “I’ll protect you.”

Their eyes met and she caressed his left cheek with her knuckles. The expression on her face was one of utter adoration. If he hadn’t known better, he might have thought it was love.

He latched on to her nipple again, sucking hard while he roughly pushed her jeans and panties down her thighs. She stepped back, kicked them off her ankles, and he ran his hands hard up and down her back, scoring her smooth skin with his fingernails. Her back arched into his mouth and her fingers clutched at his shirt. Without warning her first, he stopped and stood up. He moved behind her and pushed her forward, bending her over the bed. With his knees he nudged her legs apart and made her stand there, spread out for him, on display.

“Are you wet?” he asked as he laid his hand on her hip and rubbed her naked thigh and perfect ass.

“I can answer that question with a question.”

“What question?”

“Are you in the room with me?”


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