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I need a shower. A damn cold one. If I
    don’t get it quick, I’m liable to jump you.”
    Lacey got up from the couch, wearing only the damp thong panties, and walked over to stand directly in front of him. She stood so he was eye level with her breasts then brazenly asserted, “One good turn deserves another.” While he watched, she slowly got down on her knees in front of him, placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him backwards. He resisted.
    “You don’t have to do this. I only wanted to make you feel good. Christ, I needed to make you feel good.”
    Lordy, he was adorable. His expression was so loving and tender and sweet. Lacey’s heart swelled. “I’m not doing this because I have to, Nick. I want to touch you, to feel your hard cock in my hands. Please don’t deny me.”
    It was the truth. She did want to touch him. She wanted to bring him to climax in the same way he had her. She wanted to watch as he lost all control.
    “God, baby, I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’m afraid I won’t be gentle, and I don’t want you afraid of me.”
    Even his voice sounded ruthless, but she wasn’t letting him go to a cold shower. “Then don’t be gentle,” she whispered. “Nothing you do could ever frighten me. I trust you.”
    She leaned forward and licked his nipple, touching the curling dark hair with her tongue. She heard him groan then he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward. She licked a sensual path down his muscled chest to his flat stomach.
    “Do you like that?” she asked in a hushed tone. “Do you like my tongue on you, Nick?” She thought she heard him mumble something. She was sure it was as close to a yes as she was going to get.
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    “That’s good, because I love tasting you.” She leaned back and unzipped his already unbuttoned pants. They weren’t loose fitting, but she was able to reach inside to cup him.
    “You are so hard…so big.” She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice. “For you, baby, hard for you,” he gruffly replied.
    She pulled her hand free and started to yank his pants down, desperate to see him, to touch him without any barriers. Lacey had never felt so wild before. So anxious to stroke. To feel with her tongue. Make love with her mouth.
    It was a major turn-on. Her own desire mounted again at the thought of giving him oral pleasure. She always assumed it was only the man that benefited. How wrong. She’d been wrong about a lot of things. She also knew in her heart that it would not be the same for her. Only with Nick could she melt this way.
    “Help me take your pants off, Nick.”
    He raised his buttocks off the chair then pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He sat back again and watched her. Tracked her every movement like a jungle cat ready to pounce.
    It thrilled her to have Nick’s warm brown eyes zeroed in on her. Lacey looked at his rigid length then back up at him. She smiled naughtily. “I’m one lucky girl.”
    She wrapped her hand around the base of him and touched his dripping tip with her tongue. She tasted his male essence and salty arousal.
    His fingers dug deep into her hair, clutching her scalp. She peered up at him, and while they locked eyes, Lacey opened her mouth and sucked him deep. She watched as he threw his head back and groaned. She took him in farther then slid his hot length all the way out again. She teased the bulbous head with her tongue and heard him curse. She smiled, enjoying herself. Suddenly, his gentleness was gone and he took the lead right
    back.
    “You’re playing with fire, baby,” Nick growled then grabbed handfuls of her hair on both sides of her head, and guided her down until her mouth was stuffed full with his girth. His balls pressed against her chin, and Lacey moaned in delight. She closed her eyes, bent her head slightly and sucked him down her throat.
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    He was buried balls deep inside of her mouth now, and she knew he was all but