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came willingly.
    His lips touched hers and he fell into the kiss. And the woman could kiss. Each time their mouths met, he felt as if he was falling beneath her spell. Her lips were amazingly soft. Her caress was hungry to match his own. She wasn’t afraid to take control or surrender. Tonight she surrendered, allowing him to guide the intensity of the kiss as he ravished her mouth.
    When Devon’s fingertips danced down her spine, she arched her back, pressing her firm breasts into his chest, the soft flesh of her belly cradling his aching cock. She was so responsive. He couldn’t wait to find her trigger points. Continuing to kiss her, he backed her up until her legs struck the bed. Lifting her off her feet, he gently laid her down. She didn’t speak, only watched him as he disappeared into his closet. A grin touched his lips when he discovered the cord of cotton rope he’d purchased just the other day, setting next to his toolbox. It only took a moment to cut four long lengths. Exiting the closet, he concealed the rope behind his back. When he exposed them Sahara smiled and his heart thumped.
    Hot damn. The woman was magnificent.
    Devon couldn’t wait to see her bound to his bed. His hands trembled as he tied a butterfly knot in one end and laced the other end of the rope through it. Then he created a larger knot, which he connected to one of the bedposts. He did the same with the other three pieces of rope.
    Her nostrils flared as he reached for a hand and placed a loop around her wrist. “You still okay with this?”
    Again, she nodded. He secured her other hand and ankles until she was stretched out before him. The sight was nearly his undoing. Her strawberry-blonde hair lay feathered across his pillow. Her slender body was laid out for him to do anything he wanted and he wanted to taste her so badly a throb began in his scrotum and pre-come beaded from the slit of his dick. When she glanced at his engorged cock she slid her tongue between her lips.
    Was she thinking the same thing? Did she want a taste of him? Just the thought of her soft lips on his skin made his shaft twitch.
    Devon eased between her legs. The pink, moist folds of her pussy called to him. “You’re wet.” He ran a knuckle over her slit and her hips rose. “Does this excite you?”
    “What do you think?”
    Her response came out in a snarl that made him chuckle. Her feisty attitude was only one thing he found attractive. There were many more. Her confidence. Her intelligence. And then there was her beautiful body. She was perfection personified. Way too good for him and he’d be best to remember it, but tonight she was his.
    Devon cupped her breasts in his hands and leaned in to swirl his tongue around one taut nipple and then the other. With a slow seductive breath, he blew on the wet tips and watched them tighten and the skin of her areolas prickle.
    “Devon?”
    He nipped at a nipple. “What?”
    “Please.”
    Raising his head, he stared into her eyes. “Please, what?”
    “I need you inside me.”
    Her sweet plea tightened his groin to an almost painful point. But he wasn’t ready for the night to be over. Trailing his lips down her neck, over the valley between her breasts, he worked his way to the adorable landing strip he’d seen in the moonlight earlier tonight. The reddish-blonde curls didn’t hide her from his sight, nor did they cover her engorged clit that begged for attention. When he dragged his tongue across the tender flesh, her hips bucked beneath him.
    “Oh my God!” She squirmed. “Devon, please.”
    As he captured the bud between his lips, he slipped a finger inside her. Pumping the digit in and out, he licked, sucked and drank of her sweet essence. She was honey on his tongue and he wanted more—so much more. Sliding his tongue into her warmth, he moaned when the walls of her pussy tightened, relaxed and squeezed again. When she pulled against her restraints, he nibbled on her precious bundle of nerves.
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