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to wonder about your best friend’s pussy? Because that’s what I was doing.”
    “Liar.”
    “God’s honest truth, Mel. I had the biggest crush on you.” I still do.
    She rolled her eyes. “When did you ever have time to have a crush on me? During five-minute breaks between banging everything with a smile and a snatch?”
    “Hey now,” he said, stroking her hair. “Why don’t you put that sassy mouth to use?”
    With one sideways glance at him, she took his wrists and moved his hands away. When her soft fingers encircled his shaft, he almost collapsed forward with pleasure. When her pillowy lips closed over the head of his cock, a strangled groan jumped out of his chest.
    “Jesus Christ,” he whispered.
    Like everything she did, Melody gave him her all. At once, she slid her mouth down as far as she could go, pushing the head of his cock into the deepest part of her throat before drawing him slowly back out. Massaging his exposed shaft with both hands, she did this again and again, pausing only to lash the underside of his cock with dozens of hot, sweet licks that set off fireworks of pleasure all throughout his body, from the bottoms of his feet to the tips of his fingers.
    “Look at me,” he said, stroking her cheeks.
    Full of silent laughter, she looked up at him with her enormous dark eyes. She blinked once, twice, then slid off his cock and went to town licking and sucking his balls, which had tightened up against his body, threatening to blow and embarrass him in front of the woman he’d been in love with for almost all of his life.
    “Stop, stop,” he hissed. “Ah, fuck.”
    He grimaced, all of his energy going to denying himself an orgasm. Hot, translucent drops of precome fell on her chest, sliding down between her breasts. He stared at the sight, transfixed, as she smirked at him like some kind of wicked wet dream.
    “You okay, MacKinnon?” she said, teasing him.
    He closed his eyes and regained control. When he opened them again, a deeper hunger took over than the one that had brought him to her bedroom in the first place. He wasn’t just in love with Melody. He was in love with who he was when he was with her—strong and potent, just like her.
    He reached forward, grasped a handful of her silky black hair, and gently but firmly pulled her head back.
    “ You okay, Santos?”
    Something shifted in her eyes. Her playfulness disappeared at once, replaced by something else. Something he knew well. Lust. Hunger.
    “Open,” he whispered.
    They stared at each other, both knowing that something had forever changed between them. When she opened her mouth, he took a moment to look at her. This woman had haunted him for so long he’d come to accept that she’d always be a ghost in his life. But here she was. So real, so beautiful and so vulnerable that touching her almost hurt.
    Still holding her hair in one hand, he grabbed the base of his cock and slid himself into her open mouth. She looked up at him, hypnotized. He drew back and slid forward, thrusting against her tongue until he was deep enough that his balls grazed her chin. The supplication in her eyes set his blood on fire, as did the eventual realization that while he fucked her mouth, Melody was stroking herself, her fingers working between her legs until he could hear the wetness of her arousal.
    His body ignited. He began to sweat. This was the fucking sexiest thing he’d seen. Ever.
    Carefully, he put his hand under her chin and pulled himself out of her mouth. He let go of her hair, bent down and kissed her, a long, hungry kiss that reflected the scorching knowledge that had just risen between them.
    She likes it dirty. Just like me. Hallelujah.
    Clark picked her up and laid her on the bed. He grabbed the condom in his jeans, ripped it open and slid it on. In a second, he was kneeling on the bed between her open legs, staring down at her, his heartbeat in his throat.
    “You ready?” he said softly.
    “I think so,” she whispered.