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hips, he kissed her belly button and swirled his tongue around her hipbones.
    He sat up and stripped off his shirt.
    A farmer’s tan, splayed before her. And though his chest and shoulders weren’t bronzed like a Ken doll, his muscled abs were fine. Better than fine. Her mouth watered. She couldn’t resist and grazed her fingers along the ridges of his hard-working stomach muscles and chest. “I thought the shirt would just burn off. Aren’t you a devil?”
    “Mm. That’s what they say.” He grasped her thighs and pulled. With no effort, he sealed the gap between them. Only the thin inseam of her silky boxers separated her from him. She stretched her arms above her head and felt the denim of his jeans scratch her bare bottom. The friction set off little sparks in her core. “Who?”
    “No one.” He slipped his hands under her dress tangled around her hips and waist, and then the boxers. Kneading her behind, he spread her thighs apart. Gazing down at her, he glided his finger slowly between her legs. His fingers brushed against her most tender folds of flesh. Her pulse quickened and reflexively her knees jolted up, then fell back down around his waist. “Hang on, Sadie.”
    He swept his fingers back and forth across her inner thighs and she quivered. His featherlike caresses began to build pressure within her. Her clit throbbed. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Waves of heat whisked through and melted her.
    She stroked his arms and shoulders, tried to caress him, but his fingers kept playing. They built up a flame inside her that grew hot, fast. She wanted to thrash, and he’d barely touched her. She greedily wanted more and couldn’t grasp onto what he wanted.
    He tickled her breast with his tongue and slid a finger gently between her folds. Then another finger. As his fingers glided along and explored her satiny ridges, Sadie’s breath caught in her throat. She sat up to mold her chest to his. Her senses came undone; she needed to hold onto him before she fell off the bench.
    She hugged him and held tight.
    With one arm he lifted her snuggly onto his lap. His fingers slid devilishly inside her, suddenly he pulled them out. She held her breath. One of his fingers found her clit and he rolled the rough pad of his fingertip across, while his thumb pushed and gently pressed her mound. His rhythmic caresses lulled her and she tucked her head into his neck and shoulder. Her breath was so shallow she couldn’t help but gasp. “I don’t think you’re a greedy asshole.”
    “You probably should.”
    Lacing her fingers in his hair, she kissed his cheek and ran her tongue along his shadowed jaw line. Just when her lips were about to meet his, he thrust his fingers deep inside her. The crash of pure heat distracted her, he turned his face and they didn’t kiss.
    Quinn controlled her body. Every movement she made came from his touch. She bobbed in his lap as his fingers played and diddled with her clit.
    Perspiration beaded up and dripped down her neck and between her breasts. Her stomach was slick. She felt like putty. And they hadn’t even undressed or kissed yet. At this rate, Quinn would be giving her an orgasm without even coming near her. She grabbed the waist of his jeans.
     
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    Quinn let out a sigh when Sadie popped open his fly and unzipped. His cock, so damn hard, he thought it would break. Sadie stroked his tip. He could barely breathe.
    If she didn’t already come, it would be soon. He would make sure she was more than ready. He wanted her to come first.
    With her legs wrapped around him, and his hard cock pressed against Sadie’s slick flat stomach, he stood and rose off the bench. He laid her down on the soft cork flooring in the kitchen, kneeling beside her. How had they gotten here? Oh yeah…the cookies.
    With his hard-on bulging out of his jeans, he kissed her breasts and methodically rolled the black dress off her body and shoved it away on the floor like a heap of black tar.