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you, Kon. I need you now.”
    “If I weren’t in such a hurry, you’d get my belt.” Smack. Smack. “Next time,” he promised, and finished up with a volley of stinging slaps between her legs.
    Darla’s back bowed as if to offer a clearer target. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her orgasm so close, so close...
    Without warning, Kon’s cock replaced his hand. He drove into her with a guttural cry, and Darla came instantly. Her body jerked like a marionette, each ecstatic contraction a little explosion within her. Kon’s fingers slid under her to caress her and prolong her orgasm.
    He withdrew from her limp body, lifted her and sat her in the club chair. He crossed to the buffet table, his erection bobbing against his belly, and popped the cork from the bottle of champagne. “Thirsty?”
    “How did you guess?”
    Greedily she accepted the frosty bottle of hundred-dollar bubbly. He hadn’t bothered with a glass, and she wasn’t about to complain. The champagne slid down her throat like carbonated silk. A little spilled on her breasts. “Oops.”
    “Oh no,” Kon said dryly. He knelt in front of the chair. “Whatever are we going to do about that?”
    “Do I get a vote?”
    “This is a benign dictatorship.” He pulled her closer. “No vote for you.”
    The first touch of Kon’s hot tongue on her champagne-chilled nipple wrung a moan of delight from Darla. He licked and laved and sucked. Getting clean had never felt so outrageously dirty.
    “Wait.” She tipped the bottle, drizzling champagne between her legs, gasping as the cold liquid bathed her inflamed flesh. “I think you missed a spot.”
    “How careless of me.” Kon threw her legs over his shoulders and bent his head to his task. Every whimper and moan from her seemed to spur him on. He flicked the tip of his tongue in rapid-fire bursts over her clit, giving her little respite between assaults, until she was writhing and half sobbing beneath him.
    Finally he reared up and pushed into her. She was more than ready, eagerly clinging to him, rising to meet his hammering thrusts. Without breaking stride, he rose from the hard floor to kneel on the massive club chair, angling her body for an even deeper fucking.
    They came in the same instant. He shouted and bucked against her as her orgasm detonated. They slumped together in a sweaty tangle of limbs.
    When Darla could find her voice, she asked, “Will it always be this good?”
    “No. It’ll keep getting better.” The devilish brows wagged. “But only if we practice, practice, practice.”

About the Author

    Pam McKenna has been an avid storyteller since she was old enough to put pencil to paper. Her number-one passion is the written word, though if you read her stories, you might conclude that her true passions lie elsewhere. And you’d be right. Pam loves erotic fiction and has never been shy about pulling out the stops and treating her readers to five-alarm fantasies. Pam McKenna is the pen name of a best-selling, multi-published romance author. She invites you to visit her web site at www.PamMcKenna.com .

Other electronic books
 by Pam McKenna

    Faking It
    Britt Munro faces seven days of sexual servitude at a swanky Hamptons beach house, being shared by the hottest two men she’s ever met. It’s either that or prison after she tries to sell millionaire art collector Garrett Harvey a fake nineteenth-century masterpiece she painted herself. Garrett’s art-expert buddy Jack turns her weeklong punishment into a ménage à trois—his reward for spotting the forgery.
     Both men are inventive, energetic lovers, but only one touches her heart. Only one makes her yearn for something... real, even after she discovers she’s not the only one keeping secrets. When the week is up, she’ll never see him again. Months later, Britt’s past returns with a vengeance, testing both her courage and the depth of her ex-lover’s feelings.
    Binding Agreement
    A chance encounter on a moonlit beach draws