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them wide
apart, burying your face in my…” She gathered a handful of his hair and let it
run through her fingers.
    Jericho’s erection swelled and he was grateful to be wearing
dress slacks and not tight denim. “Say it, baby. I want to hear you talk
dirty.” He raked his teeth over one pink bud in encouragement.
    “You were licking my…pussy.” Her voice grew softer with each
word.
    “Is that what you want me to do to you right now?” He worked
a thumb over the juncture of her thighs.
    “Yes but…there are people right outside.”
    “That’s an easy fix. Stay right there.” Jericho pushed off
with his feet so the chair rolled backward. At the wall, he tapped the light
switch and the room went black. He rolled back. “Good?”
    “Yes, except now I can’t see you either.”
    He lifted her off the desk and she stood.
    “Close your eyes and hit rewind.” Groping her butt a couple
of times first, he felt his way down her legs and slid off her boots. On the
way back up, he pinched the curve of each cheek.
    She squeaked and hopped from one foot to the other. He
steadied her, took a moment to find her erect nipples for another taste and
then undid her jeans. As he tugged them off, the scent of her arousal enveloped
him.
    “Something tells me you’re very turned-on right now.”
    He rested his hands lightly on her waist as she shrugged out
of her blouse and jacket.
    “You could say that.” She levered herself back on top of the
desk. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here naked, where anyone can peer into
the window and see me.”
    A faint pearlescent sheen from the fog and streetlights
seeped into the studio, reflecting off her pale limbs. The artist in him wanted
to capture the moment on film or paper but the primal male won out.
    He propped her heels on the back of the chair, happily
trapped between her legs. “My, my but you are a wicked, wanton woman.” He
murmured each word between gentle kisses that progressed from the inside of her
knees to the apex of her thighs.
    He exhaled slowly, letting his breath warm her already-hot
center. Her muscles clenched.
    “Relax. I want you to enjoy this. In my fantasy, you’re tied
to my bed. Spread-eagle. At high noon. I can see everything. I can touch
everything. And I take all afternoon to do just that before licking you until
you come.” He stroked the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her cleft to
the top.
    With a long, low moan, Amanda melted.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Sweaty from yet another marathon sex session at the tattoo
studio, Jericho groaned as Amanda pulled herself off his still-erect shaft.
    “This is getting to be a habit,” he said.
    Leaving him sprawled in his desk chair, she flopped down on
a nearby sofa. “Are you complaining?” She grabbed a towel to wipe her face and
neck but then made an “ugh” noise. “We already used that one.” She threw the
towel to the floor then pulled a clean one from the stack he had taken to
keeping on hand since the start of their affair—she refused to call it a
relationship—three weeks and five days ago.
    “The accommodations are better at my place,” he said. “A
king-size bed. Hot and cold running water in a shower stall big enough for two.
With a detachable showerhead. And if that doesn’t tempt you, how about dirty
movies on my high-def, fifty-five-inch TV?”
    “I assume you have surround sound?” She fought to keep the
banter going, desperate to deflect the serious conversation Jericho wanted to
initiate.
    “Of course.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. Usually
he let her distract him, but this time it seemed he wasn’t letting her off the
hook. “I have everything you need, Amanda.”
    Except you won’t let me give it to you. She heard
those words as clearly as if he’d spoken them out loud. Bone-numbing
apprehension replaced the languid afterglow that had been warming limbs
trembling with exhaustion from their passionate…lovemaking. There was no other
word for it. She