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inhabiting this room, not pain.
    He snagged a wrist, captured and suckled her fingers and
sipped the hints of her sweet cream from the fingertips. As he coiled his
tongue and savored, he plied steady, short thrusts to her slit, dragging more
evidence of her desire from the snug channel with each withdrawal. Her choppy
breaths and the suck and release of her wet flesh filled his ears.
    “Mmm…” he hummed, pulling her fingers free of his mouth.
“Can you do something for me, baby?” He waited for her nod. “Touch yourself.
Play with your clit.”
    “I-I can’t,” she stammered, eyes widening.
    “Yes, you can.” The cadence of his strokes slowed until they
stilled. “Show me how you make yourself come in the darkest part of night. Show
me how Gwen, the woman, likes to be touched when Gwendolyn, the community
center director, disappears.” He bent his head and nuzzled her curls, inhaled
her scent and trapped the tangy aroma in his lungs. “I want to learn what pleases
you.”
    She lowered her long lashes at his words and the dark fringe
veiled her gaze.
    “Look at me, baby,” he said. When she complied, he placed a
kiss to her fingertips and lowered them between her thighs. “It’s just you and
me. No one else. Anything goes in this bed. No shame. No embarrassment.”
    For a heartbeat of silence, she stared at him. Then she slid
a hesitant caress over the swollen button. Then another. And one more. This
time when her eyes closed, he didn’t demand she reopen them. Pleasure tightened
her delicate features, painted a lovely flush on her cheekbones.
    “That’s it, baby,” he praised, breathing harsh. “Good girl.”
He shuddered and his ass tightened as he dry-humped the mattress, seeking a bit
of relief for his throbbing cock. “Good girl,” he rasped.
    She circled the hard nub, the motions no longer tentative.
Her hips followed the pace set by her touch and her other hand plucked at her
taut nipple. Labored puffs of air escaped her parted lips and Xavier couldn’t
believe how sensual—beautiful—she appeared.
    “My turn,” he whispered and picked up her erotic rhythm,
finger-fucking her silken sheath with long, slow plunges. They worked in
tandem, each slow thrust stoking the fire in his veins higher and hotter. With
one hand plying her sex, he lifted the other to her neglected breast and
pinched the tight peak. Once more her cries broke over him as her body twisted
and rolled.
    “Oh God,” she screamed, face contorted into a mask of lust
and need. “Finish me. Oh God, finish me.”
    With a low raw moan, he deserted her breast to grip her hip.
He lowered his head over her fingers, nudged them aside and closed his lips
over her clit. And sucked—hard.
    She came apart.
    Spasms quaked through her body. Her pussy clamped down,
imprisoning his fingers in the tight channel even as she bathed his hand in hot
cream. Sharp nails bit into his scalp and he didn’t bother to evade them. Even
as she undulated beneath him, he continued to lap at her flesh. Her sobs
gradually quieted to whimpers, and then pants. At length, she loosened her
clasp on his head and her arms slumped to her sides.
    Yet he couldn’t resist sampling her one last time.
    “Enough…please,” she pleaded on the tail end of a moan and
made a halfhearted attempt to push his head away.
    He chuckled and offered her a small smile. “Not fucking
likely.”
    Her juice coated his lips and her pussy quivered around his
fingers, inflaming a hunger that incinerated his control. If he didn’t get his
cock inside her… Hell, he needed to get his cock inside her.
    He jackknifed off the bed and strode to the bedside table
and lamp. With a twist of his wrist, the room was plunged into darkness,
alleviated only by the small amount of moonlight peeking through the gaps in
the drawn drapes.
    “Xavier?”
    He ignored the question and surprise in her voice and
whipped his sweater over his head. Once she touched him, she would figure out
why