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it.”
    “It didn’t suit you. Sleazy.”
    “And you don’t like sleazy?”
    He laughed. “Sleazy is a turn-on sometimes, but you’re not
the sleazy type. You don’t act it and if you did, it would come out all wrong.
I’ve had all day to look at you, and I have a better idea than I did this
morning.”
    “You still want me?”
    “What do you think?” He kissed her again, and as he did so,
his rigid cock slid between the folds of her labia, over her clit. He withdrew
and did it again, making her moan into his mouth and arch up to him, pressing
her stomach against his. His muscles tensed in response.
    He kissed her deeper, pressing toward her opening, her pussy
responding with heat and wetness. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, once,
twice, more, and she dragged him as close as he could.
    His cock slipped into her, then he pushed. Slowly and
steadily he breached her body and it opened to accommodate him, then closed
snugly around him.
    Nobody had ever filled her so well before. It felt new, as
if she’d never done it before, and she allowed herself a moment of fantasy,
that this was her first time, that this was her first man. But her first time
had been uncomfortable and something she’d wanted to forget, between two
inexperienced kids, scared and excited. Never a good combination for control.
    Ten years later, she had the control and so did he. Infinite
control, it seemed, as he kept up the slow pace, not stopping until he’d
entered her completely. He finished their kiss and smiled down at her. “Now
that felt good. Fucking amazing.”
    “Yes. It did. It does.” She wriggled under him. “Now for
fuck’s sake, move.”
    He chuckled, the sound a little shaky, and did as she told
him, pulling out, pushing in, watching her face all the time. She sank down,
moved a little and he caught what she was trying to do and changed the angle of
his entry slightly. “Better?”
    Shit, yes. Biting her lip, she nodded and he moved again.
    So good. It felt so good. She moaned low in her throat, a
purr of appreciation as he moved, keeping the pace slow, making her feel every
nuance, every touch. He bent to nuzzle her breasts and the sensations linked
and heated, spreading over her entire body, all her nerve endings coming to
life. She slid her hands down to his buttocks, felt those firm buns harden
under her touch as he worked his cock in and out of her. He slowly increased
the pace, steadily building, no sudden movements. She pushed back, tensed her
back and buttocks, met his thrusts with movements of her own and clutched him,
pulling him closer so their bodies met from breast to toes.
    They stopped speaking, communication changing to their
movements, deeper than speech because their bodies couldn’t lie or cover up the
way they were opening to each other.
    Did he always fuck with such honesty? She had no idea, but
she couldn’t remember being this exposed with anyone else before. He watched
her the whole time, compelling her to meet his gaze. He had startlingly blue
eyes, with streaks of lighter blue swirled around the blackness of his pupil,
adding a commanding quality to his stare. She couldn’t look away. Didn’t want
to, because she felt him sharing himself with her.
    He was slamming his body against hers now, the sound of
flesh meeting flesh loud in the quiet of the bedroom, hypnotic in its inevitability.
She lifted her knees to urge him deeper, gripping his sides so she could have
all of him, touch as much of him as she could.
    Arching back, she cried out as the full force of an orgasm
worked for and won convulsed and conquered her. No thought, no place remained
except this room, Jace Beauchene and her.
    She didn’t realize she could scream so loudly, but she still
heard his responding cry of her name and felt the way his body suddenly jerked.
He would have jackknifed had she not held him so securely. Heat pulsed deep in
her pussy and she melted for him, aftershocks pushing her senses up yet again.
    Falling