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and parting my bare legs where I sat at the edge. ‘I didn’t expect that, but I hoped. I hate playing when there’s no grass on the field, you know?’
    ‘I know that’s a terrible phrase nobody should utter,’ I told him, helping him put the dam in place.
    Liam was serious about the task before him from the moment he lowered his head. I’ve had my share of cunnilingus, both giving and receiving, and it was clear to me that Liam Lucifer is one of those people who truly loves eating out a woman.
    He used his fingers, lips, teeth, tongue, nose; nuzzling up and down my inner lips as they plumped with heat and parted, moist and slick under their thin latex sheet. He teased my clit with the very tips of his fingers, light enough and slow enough that after a while of this attention my thighs began to shake and my hips began to buck, aching for more and firmer contact.
    ‘Fuck, fuck, harder, yes,’ I groaned out through clenched teeth, arching my back. I could feel my orgasm, fluttering like a huge winged creature, just beyond my grasp. ‘Fuck, your mouth is so fucking good.’
    Liam lapped and sucked at me with an urgency of his own now, one of his hands wrapped around his cock and stroking at a rapid, sloppy pace. He was moaning against me, the vibrations pulsing through every one of my nerve-endings and dragging my climax out of me with a choked cry. Liam followed with a peak of his own just a few seconds later, panting hotly against my thigh, mouth slack with desire and well used with pressure against my flesh.
    He grinned up at me, a happy, well-fucked rock star. ‘Satisfactory beginning?’ he asked.
    I nodded, motioning for him to clean himself off and join me on the bed. ‘What else would you like to do, once we’ve caught our breath?’
    He grabbed a bottle of water from the minibar, taking a few big swallows, sweat gleaming on his throat as he tipped his head back.
    ‘You do pegging? he checked. I nodded again. ‘Then pegging, thanks. Maybe a handjob or a blowjob just beforehand, to get me relaxed. A little flogging after, when I’m high enough on sex to want the pain. Your tits are fucking amazing, so I might fuck them later if I have any spunk left in me by then.’ He laughed lightly. ‘And some good old missionary with you on top to finish. How’s that sound?’
    ‘An excellent selection. I like a man who knows what he wants.’
    ‘And I like a woman who can provide it,’ Liam countered. ‘Mitchell wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get you. I’m very glad he did.’
    ‘I wasn’t certain at first,’ I confessed. ‘I don’t do this all that often any more. You’re an exception.’
    ‘What made you decide to agree?’
    I gave him my most mysterious smile. ‘I’m sure Mitchell told you that my best talent is for keeping secrets, Mr Lucifer. Some things, a lady never tells.’

Personal Trainer
by K D Grace
    The only people named Hawk are either on the pages of sleazy romance novels or in testosterone-crazed shoot-’em-up films. Hawk Sturgis looks like he could fit the bill in either case. His blond hair is a military buzz cut. His trousers are army surplus camouflage tucked into boots that look like they weigh several kilos each. The Rambo look is pulled together with a khaki muscle shirt that, for all I know, could be painted across hard pecs and washboard abs. I look him up and down thinking he’s good looking in a strange GI Joe sort of way. And he looks me up and down like a drill sergeant with a new recruit, one he’s not particularly pleased with.
    Because he has insisted we meet at five in the morning, and it’s still dark outside, I’m already mentally asking myself if I really want to do this. Then he barks. ‘Davis, Penelope.’
    In spite of myself, I snap to attention. My friend, Alison, warned me Hawk’s methods are unorthodox. I think about Alison, all sleek and slender and glowing in her miniscule new swimsuit, and I grit my teeth. Getting up in the middle of the night