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suck, a small stinging bite.
    The pleasure ratcheted up, the ache clamping down deep in her sex. She clenched her hands into fists. Perspiration filmed her chest. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
    Lauren could only want.
    And when he smoothed his palm down her belly, yanked off her thong, and slid his hot finger through her aching wet slit, she cried out.
    “Oh, hell,” he panted against her breast. “You’re bare. Do you shave?”
    “Wax,” she moaned.
    “That’s so damn sexy.”
    It was merely cleaner to her, but everything he did was sexy.
    Everything he said made her feel sexy. No one had made her feel like a desirable woman in a very long time. She wanted more. Now.
    She opened her mouth to make a demand of her own when he circled his fingers around her swollen, humid opening, sensitizing her to his touch. Before she could take another breath, he plunged two fingers deep.
    Oh, God. She was dissolving. Disintegrating. Coming apart already.
    How much of her mind would she lose if he thrust his cock inside her?
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    Shelley Bradley
    “I knew you’d feel amazing,” he groaned.
    But she barely heard. Pleasure ripped a cry from her throat. He was sending her into a spiral she had never experienced, had barely imagined in her wildest fantasies. And he thought she was amazing?
    He twisted his fingers inside her and hooked them upward, reaching a sensitive spot in her slick channel that nearly had her coming off the bed. And if he kept touching her there, she’d be coming. Period.
    Lauren thrust her hips up and pleaded, “Now. Please.”
    “Soon.”
    “But—”
    As he thrust his fingers deep again, she felt him shake his head. No.
    Damn!
    Soft strands of his hair tickling her skin as he shifted down, his mouth leading the way. Pressing soft kisses on her shoulder, the side of her breast, her belly…lower, she gasped, writhed, moaned.
    “I’ve got to taste you.” The words were a harsh whisper against the bare flesh of her sex as he rubbed and pressed against the ultra-sensitive spot inside her. “Open for me, Lauren.”
    She did, probably setting a new world record as she bent her knees, raised to him in invitation. Ready, eager, for him to envelop her, fill her…fulfill her.
    “You’re damn tight,” he gritted, maneuvering his fingers into the hot depths of her sex. “How long has it been?”
    She was about to explode into a million pieces and he wanted her to answer a question? “Two years, “ she gasped. “And a few months.”
    “Then let’s make sure you’re good and wet before I fuck you. Because I’m going to tonight. Hard.”
    Tim had never talked dirty. Never been edgy or blunt. For years, sex with him had been mechanical and automatic. Silent. Her stranger
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    Naughty Little Secret
    brought an intensity to the bedroom that drove her wild. Well, that and the way he touched her. The way he noticed her flushing skin, responded to her fresh waxing, cared about her part of the experience.
    Whoever he was when he wasn’t seducing her, he must be at least a somewhat decent guy.
    If that was the case, why would he resort to sneaking into her house and cuffing her to her bed to get her attention?
    Good question. And she really ought to get an answer now. Many answers, actually. Caving in to ruthless seduction by a breaking and entering seducer? Some rational part of her brain reasserted itself and insisted she wasn’t ready to raise the white flag. Begging a stranger to claim her body and take her as he pleased? Stupid.
    “Do I know you?”
    “No questions. Not tonight.”
    “Yes, tonight. Right—”
    He glided a thumb across her clit, the sweet, hot friction robbing her ability to speak.
    “Ohmigod!”
    “More?” he taunted.
    No, get the hell out—of my body, my bed, my life ; it should be the automatic response. It wasn’t nearly as automatic as whimpering and lifting her hips to him.
    She fought to whip up her defiance. But why fight everything she’d been wanting since