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in a vortex, her mind drifting into a new, unexplored realm where pain and pleasure collided.
    ‘Once more,’ he demanded, fastening his lips on the yearning bud again. She bucked, shuddered, the broken shout echoing as she tumbled through that final barrier.
    She collapsed, her whole body shuddering as he released her. She felt hollowed out, exhausted, limp with a shaky sense of vulnerability.
    She watched in a daze as he smiled at her, then winked. ‘Delicious, as expected.’
    She struggled up to prop herself on her elbows, naked and trembling. Emotion rushed towards her, a huge lump swelling in her throat, and she had the sudden urge to cry. No man had ever made her come like that, with such selfless devotion, as if he knew exactly what she needed and wanted nothing more than to give it to her.
    ‘I can see why your skills are legendary. You’re exceptionally good at that,’ she said, even though it was probably the understatement of the century. He wasn’t good—the man was a maestro.
    His expression became shuttered, his eyes losing that tempting twinkle, the smile dying. ‘Thanks.’
    She crossed her arms over her breasts, the brittle response exposing her. She hadn’t meant to insult him, but somehow she had. The moment of regret and confusion was followed by the sharp stab of annoyance. Why should she care that she’d upset him, touched a nerve? This wasn’t complicated sex, it was very, very simple sex. And the only reason he’d tongued her to orgasm so selflessly was because he wanted the same in return.
    She wrapped her fingers around his thrusting erection. The best way to thank him was to give him what he wanted—and make him come until he collapsed too. Brent O’Neill might be the ultimate lover in bed, but that was all he was to her.
    She glided her thumb over the tip of his penis, eager to have him wedged inside her. ‘How about that blow job? It’s payback time.’
    He gripped her wrist to hold her off. ‘The BJ can wait. Right now I need to fuck you. I hope to hell you have condoms, because I don’t.’
    She nodded, the crude demand a relief.
    Stumbling off the sofa, she grabbed her bag and came back to find him standing, waiting for her. Tall and indomitable, the moment of regret wiped from his face. He tugged the bag from her, dumping the contents to pluck the box of condoms from the debris strewn across the sofa. She should have been outraged, but the thought that he was as desperate as she to get this encounter back on track was a balm to the ragged feeling in her soul.
    He tore off the packaging, rolled the condom on. Grasping her upper arm, he bent her over the back of the sofa, positioning her so that her naked bottom was thrust into the air.
    Large hands bracketed her hips as she pushed her palms into the sofa cushions to stop from falling forward. ‘I hope you like it rough, because I’m all out of finesse.’
    ‘Rough is good. I don’t need finesse,’ she said, and meant it, despite the surge of panic as the broad head of his penis parted her folds.
    She stifled a groan as the wide shaft surged deep, the slick juices allowing him to stretch her to the limit in one powerful thrust.
    ‘Christ, you’re so tight. Is that okay?’
    She panted, the thick intrusion overwhelming, excessive. ‘Shut up and fuck me, Brent.’
    She wanted rough, she wanted oblivion, she didn’t want to feel or think anymore. All she needed was the fast adrenaline rush of hot sweaty tub-thumping sex.
    He took her at her word. Gripping her hips, he pumped into her. Drew out, pounded back, forcing her muscles to release, to relax and let him in. All of him.
    She grunted, shocked by the depth of his penetration.
    Jesus, she hadn’t taken all of him yet?
    Her dazed mind refused to engage as each powerful thrust took him deeper, further, until it felt as if the mammoth erection reached all the way to her throat. He clutched her breasts, capturing the swollen nipples, holding her steady for the relentless