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freckles.”
    I tongued all the little dots I could find, palming her generous tits, scraping my thumbs across her nipples.
    She raked her fingers through my hair before tugging on it. “My turn to see more.”
    I stared at her breasts, frowning. “For a small woman, you sure are bossy.”
    JB cupped her tits, pinching her nipples. “Small?”
    “I take that back.”
    While her incredible tits distracted me, she tackled the rest of the buttons on my jeans. Before I knew it, I was undressed to my skin, and JB had stopped talking, stopped moving, possibly stopped breathing.
    “You’re uncut.”
    I pulled the foreskin between two fingers. There wasn’t much give. I was so hard for her my cockhead pulsed, completely unhooded.
    “I’ve never . . .”
    “Tonight’s your lucky night.” I dragged my fingertips up my length as she shivered.
    “Looks so hot.”
    I stepped toward her, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Not yet. Turn around.”
    Fuck me if I didn’t immediately comply, buck-ass naked.
    “This just gets better and better, Hunter.” Her breathy voice strung an arrow of deep need in my groin.
    I looked over my shoulder. She stared at my full backpiece. Inked in black, I was marked with a ghostly apparition rising from a misty graveyard. The words Live Another Day were tattooed in wraith-like script across the bottom.
    Her hands skimmed down my back, and her lips followed. “It’s . . . haunting.”
    “Tried to tell you, sweetheart. My life isn’t about rainbows and puppy dogs.” I hoped she wouldn’t stop touching me.
    I hoped I hadn’t scared her away.
    “I knew that the first time I saw you.” On her tiptoes, her mouth and her tongue and her husky blues singer voice brushed against my neck and then my ear. “I want all of you tonight.”
    Drifting back down my body, she caressed my thighs all the way to my swinging ballsack.
    Kneading the muscles of my ass, she murmured, “You’re tan all over.” Her lips left hot wet trails on my glutes.
    “Genes.”
    She bit my hip. “ Mmm . I like your genes.”
    Remaining on her knees, she turned me to face her. My cock swung against her face, but she ignored my shaft, scratching her nails down my abs instead.
    “You work out.”
    Strict regimen required by my work, you know, in case I have to kill with my bare hands or run from gunfire . . .
    “I take a spinning class.”
    She laughed, hitting me on the stomach.
    I captured her wrist, towing her to her feet. “My goal was to get you naked, not vice versa.”
    “Go for it. I’m easy for you.”
    “Keep it that way,” I growled.
    I helped JB out of her boots and socks first while she steadied herself on my shoulders. Her breasts brushed my face, but I only turned to suck on them once or twice. Rolling down her jeans, I took in the revealed sight of her mile-high legs, firm but soft. All woman.
    It was only when I looked up I faltered. “What the hell is that?”
    In addition to a pair of tiny see-through black bikinis that matched the long-gone bra, she wore a gold waist-chain low on her hips. A long tail dangled over her hip bone and, when I turned her to the side, an identical chain hung from the base of her spine, swinging between the plump cheeks of her ass.
    My mouth went dry at the sight. “We’re not taking this off.” I flicked the gold chain.
    She moved to shimmy the panties down her legs but I stopped her.
    “Leave ’em on for now. I think I want to savor this . . .” Understatement of the motherfucking year.
    JB had her own plans, although she left the panties and chain in place. “Get on the bed for me?”
    Did I do as she asked? Hell, yes. Hot woman in control. Sign me up.
    “Jerk off for me?”
    Hand on cock, just like that, as soon as I heard her sexy-voiced command.
    I spread my thighs wide, tugged my balls low, and set to slow work fisting the thick weight of my cock, flicking my wrist every time I reached the top.
    JB stared. Her cheeks flushed. Her nipples? So