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now he wondered if he hadn’t been right in his estimation. She was made for him. Some small certainty had expressed that opinion the first time they’d met—the voice within growing louder and more insistent with each meeting. Now it was screaming inside his head and he wouldn’t—no, he couldn’t—ignore it anymore.
    “Come for me, Nat.” He whispered his command and her body responded instantly in an explosion he was certain she felt to her toes.
    “Ah, ah, oh God,” she whispered. He knew she wanted to scream, could see it in the stiffness of her body, the tension in her face, but she was aware of the hustle and bustle of the restaurant just outside the door.
    It didn’t matter what sounds she made. She was beautiful when she came.
    “Seven days isn’t gonna be long enough. Lie back, close your eyes. I wanna see you come again.”
    “Again?” she asked.
    Ewan chuckled. “Oh, hell yeah. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look.”
    “Oh look, what do you know? The third-base coach really is waving you in,” she teased.
    He laughed at her invitation and attacked her clit, sucking the swollen nub the same way he’d taken her nipples. He devoured her like a starving man.
    She bit her lip to try to hold back her cries and he chuckled.
    “I can’t wait to hear all those noises you’re bottling up.”
    She moaned. “I’m not usually a quiet lover.”
    He looked up at her. “You just spent the whole morning practicing restraint.
    Consider this another part of the same lesson.”
    “This isn’t restraint. It’s torture.”
    He bent back down, his tongue plunging into her depths, and she squealed at the unexpected movement.
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    “Masochist,” she said through gritted teeth.
    His mouth drifted lower, rimming the outer edges of her anus.
    “Hey,” she protested breathlessly.
    “I’m warning you now, babydoll, there’s no part of you I won’t touch, won’t take.”
    She shuddered at his darkly erotic threat.
    “That’s a little farther than third.”
    He chuckled. “I’m working up to a grand slam. When I take you the first time, it’s gonna be in a bed somewhere private and we’re going to have hours to do it right. And you are definitely going to scream your head off.”
    Ewan pushed two fingers inside her pussy while sucking on her clit.
    “Dammit,” she cried.
    “No smartass reply?”
    “I’m sort of struggling to remember my name right now. Less talk, more action.”
    He laughed as he felt the beginning of her second climax build, her inner muscles clenching his fingers tightly.
    “Ewan!” His name came out with a gasp and he doubled his efforts, his fingers moving faster, deeper.
    “Come on, babydoll,” he murmured, his lips brushing her mons as he spoke.
    “Come on my fingers. Let me feel how much you want me.”
    His words triggered an immediate response and she shuddered with the effort of remaining quiet.
    “Fuck,” she muttered, shaking as Ewan continued to pump his fingers inside her.
    He stood up, caging her body against the hard surface.
    “Is that the best you can do?” His fingers never stilled, never stopped thrusting. His challenging question worked as he felt her body accept the dare.
    “Dammit, Ewan. I can’t do it again.”
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    “Yes, you can,” he commanded. His lips claimed hers as he fed her the sharp taste of her juices from his lips. She licked at him hungrily as he added a third finger to the first two, his thumb rubbing her clit mercilessly as she bucked beneath him. He’d never pushed a woman like this, never wanted her pleasure more than his own. Seeing her tremble under his touch, hearing her muffled cries, he felt as if he’d spent his whole life merely waiting for this one moment. It was too much, too fucking fantastically much.
    When he removed the third finger from her pussy, he upped the ante by inviting his pinky to the party, shoving it roughly into her ass. She jerked, lost control. She gripped the