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dried in her throat as Sam stripped out of his shirt. She’d seen him bare-chested before. It made absolutely no sense why her nipples should still tingle at the close-up view of the sleek, sculpted contours of his muscular torso and chiseled six-pack. Swallowing with great difficulty, she watched his hand trail in a lazy fashion down his washboard abs, following the thin peppering of silky hair that arrowed toward the waistband of his jeans. He released the buckle on his belt and withdrew the leather strap from the loops. His motions deliberate and slightly menacing, he anchored the belt around the top rail of the daybed.
    Catching her wary look, he offered a smile that’d make a crocodile nervous. “Might need it later.”
    What the hell have I agreed to? She gulped, her mind scrambling to produce a way out of her predicament. Right now would probably be an excellent time to work on that holding spell she’d considered earlier. Being strapped half naked to a bed while trying to perform it wasn’t usual protocol, but sometimes a gal just had to make do.
    Without warning, Sam’s thumb flicked her nipple, and she jolted. “Oh goddess.”
    “Not exactly, sweet Bella.” A carnal gleam glinting in his eyes, Sam lowered his head and sucked the distended nub into his mouth. The wet heat and luscious friction of his tongue were enough to send every sane, rational thought in her head packing.
    She moaned and unconsciously bowed her back. Sam released her nipple with a succulent pop and concentrated his efforts on its mate. In less time than she cared to dwell on, he worked her into a panting, quivering wreck.
    He abandoned her breasts and slid down the valley of her abdomen, his lips, teeth and tongue a maddening torment. By the time he settled between her thighs, her chest was heaving and embarrassing mewling noises escaped her throat. His mouth closed over her pussy, the tip of his tongue teasing her clit through her G-string’s soaked mesh. Her hips jerked, her body trembling. She frantically tried to concentrate on anything besides his incredibly tantalizing mouth, but that seemed as likely as remembering to breathe—a feat she was definitely having trouble with at the moment.
    When he tipped his gaze toward hers again, it positively smoldered. His fingers danced along the outer seam of her G-string. “Were these expensive?” Not waiting for her answer, he tucked his thumbs into the elastic and with a simple snap, ripped the fabric in two.
    She gaped at him, speechless. Holding her stare, he slid his palms beneath her butt and lifted her until his mouth hovered inches from her pussy. His warm breath caressed her, a prelude to the slick, bold stroking of his tongue along her sensitive flesh. The sensation was like nothing she could have imagined. She writhed, gasping. “Oh, Sam .”
    “You taste fucking sweet, Bella. Like honey.” He hummed against her clit, and stars exploded behind her eyelids. When he sucked the slippery nubbin between his lips and caressed it with his tongue, her body pulled tight, a lush warning wave cresting within her. She’d never had an orgasm by any means other than her own hand.
    Well, that was all about to change. No amount of fighting it would stop the oncoming tide of her climax. It crashed into her, springing a cry from her as her body convulsed under wave after earth-shattering wave of pleasure.
    Ceaseless quakes continued to tremble through her minutes later as Sam lowered her to the mattress. Weak and brain fried, she lolled her head to the side and closed her eyes, attempting to chase down her breath. That same breath lodged in her throat when Sam’s cock nudged into her. Awareness returned with alarming clarity.
    There was no freaking way this should be happening. The curse—
    Sam settled more heavily between her legs and thrust deeper. He didn’t get very far inside her, but it was enough to trigger the panic bells into three-alarm mode. She stared up at him, her heart