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without dropping his pants and burying himself balls deep into her hot sheath.
    He moved his hand lower and pressed three fingers into her vagina. Her ass lifted off the table as she groaned, forcing them deeper. Or at least trying to. He could tell she was close and he didn’t want her coming yet so he removed his fingers and licked at her opening with the tip of his tongue.
    She cried out and gripped his hair, forcing his face closer. Marcus pulled back and grabbed her hand, removing her death grip on his head.
    “Don’t make me punish you again, Sinclair,” he purred.
    Sinclair’s eyes widened just a little, then she surprised him by snorting. “I think I liked that punishment. Maybe I want it again.”
    Marcus rose above her, letting his groin rest against her pussy. “Did you like being whipped, Sinclair?”
    Her hips rocked against him and he had to grit his teeth to keep from thrusting into her even with his clothes on. His cock was as hard as a damn rock.
    She nodded. He swallowed at the look of lust in her eyes at the mere mention of being whipped. He ground himself against her mound and she moaned. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he swallowed back a tortured groan of his own.
    “That’s good to know.” He pulled away and moved back to his seat.
    He watched the surprised look cross her face as he sat down in his chair. What would she do? Would she return to her seat or would she make the move?
    Her gaze turned to his and narrowed. He had a hard time fighting the smile that threatened to spread his lips, but instead, he just raised an eyebrow.
    “Something wrong?” he asked.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, obviously confused.
    “Just watching you,” he replied.
    She let her legs fall and she sat up, resting her bottom against the edge of the table. She stared at him briefly before her eyes moved to his engorged cock that had tented his pants. He lowered the material, exposing his rod to her gaze. She licked her lips and precum leaked from the tiny slit as he imagined her dragging that tongue along his tip. He’d make her do that … later. If she did it now, he’d come all over her. He was that turned on.
    How could she do that to him so damn fast?
    He smiled slightly as she lifted her chin, a determined expression pulling at her brow. What was she about to do? She came toward him and took his hand in hers. She pulled him, obviously wanting him to come to his feet. He did as she silently requested and followed her into the cabin, then into his bedroom.
    So she was going to make the move. Good for her for going after what she wanted. She positioned him so his back was to the bed and slid her hands down his chest and around his waist. She cupped his ass, giving it a squeeze before pushing his pants down his legs, where they pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them, watching her as she lowered her robe to the floor.
    He liked this aggressive Sinclair. So much so, his whole body burned to have her, to make her a part of him.
    His gaze took in her flushed skin, her firm breasts and curvy hips. She placed her palms against his chest and shoved, catching him by surprise. He fell back against the bed with a startled oomph and before he could even stop bouncing, she landed on top of him, her legs straddling his hips.
    “That’s it, baby,” he murmured as she positioned herself over his throbbing rod and sank down.
    Her walls were warm and slick and so fucking tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from losing his seed before the fun even began. He grasped her hips, lifting her so she could slide down his length again. He groaned and lifted his own hips, meeting her halfway and burying himself even deeper within her hot walls.
    She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, exposing her graceful neck and thrusting her full, firm breasts out. He reached up and cupped them, using his fingers and thumbs to pinch the rose-colored nipples. She