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her divorce? Hell, since her marriage to Tim had gone south? Lauren wanted passion, hot and wild with no strings attached.
    This stranger was giving it to her, as if he knew her body so intimately, so perfectly.
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    “Good girl. I’ve got a reward for you…”
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    The fiery press of desire burned between her legs. His hot exhalations grazed her clit, sending her temperature spiking.
    Before she could berate and beg him in the same breath, he settled his head between her legs, wiggled those fingers still impaling her, and ran the tip of his tongue right over her clit.
    Lauren screamed with the livewire sensation. Shocking hot. Wickedly destructive.
    The sensations magnified when he sucked her clit into his mouth.
    The wet blade of his tongue stroked her sensitive nubbin, shredding her self-control.
    With a loud cry, Lauren arched to him, gripping the headboard in her fists.
    “That’s it,” he urged. “I’ve thought about doing this to you so many times…” he murmured against her slick folds.
    In an insistent pace, he kissed, nipped, suckled, thrust—and utterly possessed her. Pleasure soared. Blood engorged her flesh, making every swipe of his tongue even more sensitive than the last. Her heart roared like a wild gong in her ears. Boom, boom, boom. Tighter, tighter, the ache coiled, building into something beyond big. Huge was too small. Gigantic.
    Phenomenal. Mind-bending.
    “Oh! Oh my…” she panted.
    “Now,” he demanded, thrusting his fingers into her depths and finding just the right spot as another lash from his tongue had her ache peaking, her pleasure skyrocketing.
    With a scream, she exploded in a never-ending series of spasms and clamped down on his fingers, ecstasy saturating her.
    Lauren had barely caught her breath before the stranger wound his way up her body, covering her. Every inch of his body was rigid with
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    hunger, taut with holding back. She shivered, knowing what he’d want next.
    Feeling how much she wanted it, too.
    “Are you still on the pill?”
    Still? He knew she had been? Did he know about her irregular periods, too? “Yes.”
    “Good. Got to fuck you. Now,” he growled. “Nothing between us.”
    “Nothing?” She panicked. No condom?
    “I’m healthy. I promise.”
    “I can’t just take the word of a stranger.” Even if he sounded so damn sincere.
    “I swear, I haven’t touched a woman without a condom in twenty years. I just had a physical, and I’m clean. You’re safe. I would never endanger you in any way. Please.” His grip tightened on her. “Please.”
    Odd and crazy, but she believed him. Or maybe she was just melting from the inside out at the idea of nothing between them but more of the passion he was so adept at giving in a world-class way. Whatever it was, she did one of the most wild, impulsive things of her life and gave him a shaky nod, her chest rising, falling, aching.
    Hell, she’d just come as well as any porn star, but his intensity and determination alone were enough to renew her arousal again.
    He fitted his hands beneath her, then cupped her ass in the hot scald of his hands, and whispered, “I’m going to get inside you, so damn deep you won’t remember what it’s like without me there. I’m going to make you ache, make you beg. Make you mine.”

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    Noah took a deep breath, determination to do exactly as he said washing through him. And by the time tonight was over, she was going to feel his possession all the way down to her heart.
    Under the soft golden light beside her bed, she flushed a pretty pink once more and bit her lip, now swollen from his kisses. Her soft blondish-brown curls tumbled around her shoulders, longer strands caressing the pale column of her neck and curling toward her breasts.
    God, she was gorgeous. And he couldn’t believe that tonight—
    finally—she was his.
    A fact that wasn’t going to change—not if he