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her legs, combined with the heat of him pressing into her back was bad enough. But then he forced her legs to spread and used the dowel. Rolling a glassy end up, from the inside of her one knee to her upper thigh, before he switched sides and did the same on the other limb. Going so slow and coming so close to her center on each upward draw that she trembled and ached with anticipation of that touch arriving higher. Over and over he stroked in an unhurried pace, melting her insides as she burned. And when his mouth opened again and he tasted her skin and his teeth softly bit into her…‌she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. All she could do was sink deeper. Fall faster toward the craving of wanting, no needing more.
    Her pulse raced and her heart beat just as furiously against her rib cage. A flutter that turned more to an ache rolled up from her toes, to her knees, landing in a crash of mind-blowing euphoria deep inside her. Deep, but low in her belly, where it spread and stroked until she let go of every thought, every care, and rode the swelling wave upward as it pushed her higher and higher.
    “Oh, God…”
    “Breathe, honey. Don’t forget to breathe.”
    His husky whisper sounded like a dream. The words penetrated her consciousness, making her shiver and then, when she did comply and drew in a rush of air, her whole world opened up. Light came into her from all sides warming her. Until a swell of raw lust crested, causing her breasts to tingle almost as if they were being stroked by his hands. The flesh between her legs ached and wept, wanting‌—‌dying for his touch.
    “That’s right.”
    He used his hand, the flat of his palm against her bottom, and pushed in a motion that mimicked a pump or a flex. Whatever it was, it was enough. Too much. On the third press, her tightly wound muscles were ready to unravel. They convulsed once, twice and then let go.
    “Ahhh…” It felt good to give in. To breathe. To let nothing in but the light and the pleasurable sensations as her whole body shook. And when she came, it was hard. Hot. And very, very wet against the satin of her panties.
    She didn’t want the floating sensation to disappear as she drifted back to earth, so she kept her eyes closed and continued to relax. Enjoying the ebbing tide of adrenaline as parts of her sputtered and sparked with need of wanting more. Those lonely parts of her still ached to touch and be touched by him, despite the release he’d just given her. And she was so caught up examining those things she barely noticed he’d unwound her hands and taken away the hook until her arms slid down the cool wood. Until her fingers laced together, and she tucked them under her cheek as cushion.
    With the computer clamps and clothes pegs gone, she sank fully against the door. Sighing with a mixture of relief and despair as the steady vibrations suddenly ended. She didn’t even protest from the zip of the tape being removed. She was too caught up in amazement. She’d just had an orgasm with a man‌—‌a staggering enough occurrence, because she had difficulty bringing herself to orgasm‌—‌but more stunning was the fact that Ramsey had gotten her off in less than five minutes. Probably closer to three.
    “Are you all right?”
    Her eyes snapped open, and the one word that came to her was no. Because now that she knew it was possible, she wanted more.

Chapter Six
    Aries forced himself to turn away. He had to put his stuff back in the trunk. Fast. And when he did, he noticed how steadily his hands shook. The urge to get them back on her was nearly killing him. None of this was supposed to have happened. Not him staying. Not him pushing and certainly not her allowing him to push her. She submitted and so beautifully too. Just like in his dream.
    But this wasn’t a dream and if he weren’t careful it could turn out to be a nightmare. Right. Deep breath and deal with this the way you should have from the beginning.
    He turned,