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every thrust,
and did her one better. Her nipples peaked with nothing but the brush of his
chest against hers and his tongue in her mouth. She was breathless by the time
she eased back onto her heels.
           “No kissing,” she whispered. It wasn’t a
rule she had for the club, it was just something she didn’t do. Somehow,
kissing was more intimate than all the others things she’d done. And while she
adored sex, she wasn’t keen on total intimacy. That wasn’t what she wanted from
her visits to the club.
           His eyes were dark as he searched her face,
then dropped his gaze to her lips. “Oh yes, we’re going to kiss.”
           He took her mouth and allowed no battle for
control. He turned her knees to jelly, and she clutched his arms to steady
herself. When he pulled back, her lips felt utterly devoured.
           He was very good, and her body demanded
more. Holding onto him, she angled herself so that she could see them together
in the mirror. A flush had risen to her skin, making her glow. His dark hair
was out of place where she’d run her fingers through it. Beneath the fitted
tux, desire was written in every line of his body.
           Then he bent his head again, capturing her
with a barely there kiss, and eclipsing the sight in the mirror.
           “Take off your panties,” he murmured
against her lips.
           His words in the bar came back to her. A
proper blow job was one in which a woman so enjoyed what she was doing that she
came. Suddenly, she wanted that proper blow job more than she’d ever wanted anything. She wanted to bring Jud McCord
to his knees. Raising her dress, she slipped her panties down her legs, never
taking her eyes off him despite the mirror in the periphery of her vision.
           When she straightened, he grabbed her chin,
holding her gently. “Tell me you love knowing it was me who watched you.”
           She closed her eyes, seeing herself impaled
by her two virile young lovers. Then she visualized Jud on the other side of
the mirror, watching her every move, his whole focus on her. And God yes, the
image made her tremble. He wanted her. The knowledge seduced her completely.
           “Yes, I like it.”
           Satisfaction flickered in that dark gaze of
his, then he reached for his zipper.
           Melody’s question was answered. No boxers,
no briefs. Commando. The head of his cock already glistened with moisture.
Stacy dropped to her knees before him.
           “You’re beautiful.” The words slipped from
her with awe.
           “And you’re a thing of beauty down on your
knees. In that position, a woman holds all the power.”
           So true. She held him in the palm of her
hand, slowly wrapping her fingers around him. She took one last glance at the
sexy image in the mirror before she bent to slip him into her mouth. His
unique, salty flavor burst on her tongue. She drank, savoring the beads of
come. His musky male scent rose to cloud her mind. This was Jud. God, it was Jud . His taste and scent seduced her in
ways she’d never imagined. He cupped her face in both hands, his fingers
deliciously rough on her cheeks, and guided her to take his full length. But he
was too big. When she’d taken as much as she could, she let him glide from her
lips, sucking on him as she drew back.
           A purr welled up from her throat. He was so
delicious, and her pussy creamed for him. She ran one hand down her dress from
nipples to thighs. A pulse beat between her legs.
           “Again,” he urged.
           She took him with her lips, over and over
until he groaned and moved against her, thrusting his hips, forcing her to take
more than she ever thought she could. And she loved it. She loved that it was him .
           “I can’t get enough of watching you.”
           She slid her tongue along the slit of his
cock and felt his full-body shiver.
           “Christ, I can’t