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been a joke, but all he knew was it set off a rushing in his veins that could only be calmed by one thing.
    With one quick motion, he pulled off her panties as well, leaving her completely bare, so beautiful and wet and ready for him. He could feel himself salivating; she was so close he could almost taste her. 
    “Works for me,” Bronson replied as he wrapped his arms around her legs and held them tightly against his thick neck. Then, with one quick motion, he reversed their positions, bringing her above him as he came beneath her, hips directly over his head.
    Regan’s eyes opened in shock. Then her mouth quirked in a smile as she raised a disbelieving eyebrow down at him. 
    But Bronson couldn’t wait any longer.
    He needed to see Regan come again.
    Right now.
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    R egan couldn’t believe the audacity of this man. 
    But even more, she couldn’t believe her own body’s response to the things he did. How even the lightest touch sent lightning shooting through her, calling for more and more.
    So overwhelming. So much height, so much muscle, so much…
    Regan felt Bronson’s tongue caress her clit, and everything in her head disappeared as she was overcome by intense physical pleasure coursing through her veins. 
    Bronson’s fingers were already a new degree of sensation for her. This was something else entirely, though.
    He licked again, and she felt her own body buck instinctively, both drawn to the pleasure and afraid of the intensity of it at the same time.
    As if in answer to her own hidden desires, his hands came around her legs, holding her against him as she felt the tip of his warm tongue slide over her once again. This time, there was nowhere to run from the pleasure as her body came alive in ways and in places she never had thought possible. 
    Her hands, free and looking for something, anything, to hold on to, wrapped into her hair as he licked over her again and again, each time the sensation sweeter than the last.
    Her spine arched from the sensation of it. Her skin burned with consuming need stronger than anything she’d ever felt before. Her vision blurred as she lost all concept of time and space, everything focused at the place where his head met her hips.
    And beneath her, she could see Bronson’s eyes, watching her possessively as he took what he wanted and gave her everything.
    This was perhaps the most complex man she’d ever met in her life. Nothing about him was as it seemed. And as he made love to her like this, so shameless, so selfless, she could hear the bear inside her opening up to new possibilities that she’d never considered.
    But before that thought could go anywhere else, she felt his wet, firm tongue stroke over her one last time, and every piece of her body felt like it was being burned alive, the pleasure so strong she screamed out wantonly, not knowing what to say so speaking the first words that came off her lips.
    “Bronson. Bronson. Bronson…”
    As white light continued to shoot through her, making her feel almost surreally out of body from the power of it all, she could sense Bronson there with her. 
    Watching her. 
    Holding her. 
    Wanting her.
    Needing her. 
    Finally, she caught her breath, and Regan came back to reality, her body relaxed and pleasured almost completely.
    Almost.
    Deep inside her, she could still feel a hunger, a want that was foreign and unfamiliar yet completely clear in her mind.
    “I want you inside me, Bronson,” she said, the sound of her voice surprisingly hoarse as she looked down at him.
    Bronson moved up slightly, her body now resting on his delicious, hard pecs.
    “You sure? I don’t want this to go any further than you say,” he said, a hint of caution in his voice, though it was more than obvious his desire for her matched her own.
    Taking the initiative, she moved farther down him, enjoying the sight of his perfect, bulging pecs and the long row of abs, reaching for the buckle to his expensive-looking slacks. 
    “Is this