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breath.  I’ve lain awake nights dreaming of those breasts and all the things I’d like to do to them, and now here they are practically begging for me, and I can’t do a thing about it till I’ve got myself in hand.
    “Heeellooo? Luc, are you listening to me?”
    No, I…
    “Sure. I’ll move some things around and be there.”
    The food is not going down that easily, despite the hunger I’d felt earlier, and I bloody well know why. I don’t want to eat this sawdust when I have a buffet staring me in the bloody face.
    “Okay, cool. So whatcha been up to?”
    Nothing. I want to be up you.
    Jesus, keep it cool, man, before you attack your wife and ruin the shoddy control you’ve only just gained.
    I want to listen to my better self and stop whatever’s happening inside, but the sight of her nipples pressing so firmly against her sheer top is driving all thought but one form my head.
    Mine.
    “Ash—”
    “Oh, never mind, I can see you’re exhausted. Finish up and come to bed; we’re both beat.”
    And then she’s gone, skipping her cheeky arse upstairs before I can say one bloody damn word on the contrary.
    “Ash!”
    “Yeah?” she asks, yawning so widely I see the back of her throat and her lack of tonsils when she turns and gives me a lazy-eyed stare.
    When I don’t respond she shrugs nonchalantly and goes on her merry way, her full arse jiggling just the way I like, leaving me alone, hard as a brick and not at all sure what the hell I’d been thinking to assume I could resist her long enough to rebuild my defenses.
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    I wake late the next morning to the soft glide of satin over my lower stomach and morning wood that would scare the most practiced of harlots.
    The unsatisfied beast inside roars to life in under a second, ready to collect on the promising package I’d been forced to sleep beside all night while nursing a pounding erection.
    She hadn’t made it bloody easy, either with the way she’d squirmed and sighed in her sleep, giving off the occasional moan and shoving her arse closer to the beast chomping at the bit of my control.
    I’d wanted nothing more than to turn her over and fall upon her, to gorge myself and make up for the days that I’d been celibate, but her soft snores had put paid to my raging libido, forcing me to grit my teeth and breathe deep as I pulled myself together and let her sleep.
    Now, though, all bets are most definitely off as that satiny glide creeps below my hips and ghosts over me, pausing at the crease where my thigh and groin meet.
    So close I can feel the heat of her fingers seeping into my sex.
    When nothing more happens I bump my hips up and peek down, almost groaning in outrage when I see her slumbering face resting on my chest, her gentle puffs of air stirring the sensitive nub crowning my pec.
    She’s bloody fast asleep and half fondling me while I lie here aching like a sore tooth!
    “Ash, love,” I mutter quietly, twisting my hips up to slide that hand closer.
    Maybe if she feels him she’ll go on instinct.
    Her hand slides down and grazes me, making a groan rumble forth at the feel of her warm fingers and the pleasure I crave with every breath.
    Right there.
    I moan when her hand tightens around me and prepare to start thrusting when she moans and shifts, sending her digits down between my thighs to rest lightly on my balls.
    No!
    One thigh flops over my leg, bringing her heat over my hips and teasing me with the promise of the treat I really want: her beneath me as I thrust us both to screaming orgasm.
    Sweat pops out on my brow, and I groan, feeling my control snap when she starts twisting her hips, searching for the pressure and friction I’m only too happy to provide.
    If she’d just move her hand up another bloody inch!
    When the connection finally comes I almost lose my load and shove her to the bed. I want to ravish her, take her, reaffirm