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dress—even hotter than earlier now that the clingy skirt had ridden up her thighs a bit and the lace that held her breasts had gotten lowered a little in the club. Earlier, she had looked sexy and classy in it—but now the slight tugs in fabric made her look like a woman to be ravished.
    As they made their way out of the party district, crowds thinned and the night grew darker around them. Her shop and apartment were only a few blocks away, but Jordan was beginning to wonder if he could make it. He simply didn’t want to wait. He thought his poor, aching cock had been punished enough.
    Still, he kept putting one foot swiftly in front of the other, willing the distance to pass faster and get them there. He squeezed her hand in his and yearned for more sensation—him touching her, her touching him. He felt like a bottle rocket in that last moment before it shoots and explodes—wholly combustible, ready to blow.
    As they walked, he glanced down at her, at the high color in her cheeks, at the sexy stiletto heels that moved with just as much speed and purpose as his own strides. Then his gaze settled on her breasts, which bounced lightly with every fast step she took—and that was it. The last vestiges of control vanished.
    “Damn it, I can’t make it,” he growled as reckless need roared through him.
    She looked up, clearly startled. “What do you mean?”
    Turning to brace his hands on her bare shoulders, he pushed until he’d pinned her against the nearest brick wall. He knew a few people traversed the sidewalk—just across the narrow street, and up ahead of them as well—but it didn’t matter. Curling his fingers tight into her soft ass, he pressed his rampant erection to the juncture of her thighs and thrust his tongue into her mouth in a hard kiss. “Have to have you,” he heard himself mutter through clenched teeth.
    Below, he heard her shocked breath, felt her body tense. With only a few streetlights illuminating the air, he more sensed than saw the look of surprise in her beautiful eyes.
    He should have stopped, but he didn’t, couldn’t . Looking hurriedly about, he spotted an open wrought iron gate just a few yards away, between two buildings, which surely led to a courtyard around back. Locking his grip around her elbows, he took backward steps, pulling her through the gate that teemed with wild, twisting vines.
    Once within the narrow passageway, he pressed her body back against the brick with his own, then drew with both hands at the stretchy lace concealing her breasts. It came down with ease, baring the lovely mounds. He closed his hands over them in a firm massage, letting her hard, pointed nipples jut into his palms.
    He kissed her again, with rough urgency, then sank his hungry mouth to the dark pink tip of one breast. She cried out softly as he suckled, drawing her nipple deeper, as deep as he could, and savoring the hard, beaded feel of it on his tongue, trapped there against the roof of his mouth. With his free hand, he molded her other breast, then pinched the peak between thumb and forefinger.
    Next thing he knew, he’d abandoned her breasts to unzip his pants. His painful cock burst free and even just that was a relief. He shoved the lace dress up his sweet Lynda’s hips, then reached for her hot pussy. Her slit was soaking wet through tiny, filmy-feeling panties that let her moisture leak readily onto his fingers. He couldn’t resist lifting his hand to his mouth, sucking her juices off in one brisk move, before thrusting back between her legs to jerk the stretchy undies aside.
    Up to now, he’d heard her labored breath, a quiet panting sound, felt the way her fingernails clawed into his back through his jacket or down his shirt in front. But when he reached for her ass, used one hand to lift one of her thighs over his hip, and plunged his aching shaft into her silky moisture, she let out a hot sob of pleasure. “Ah, yeah ,” he groaned at finally being inside her, finally feeling