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hips against his leg, working her into a frenzy of need.
    “Ah Connor—we can’t, not here. Brittany…” His lips masterfully cut off the rest of her weak protest. His tongue swept into her mouth, his taste invading her and drugging her with desire so deep, she helplessly rubbed herself against his rock-hard form.
    “That’s it, sweet baby, work that clit on me. Let that sweet sugar pour out,” he coaxed when, helpless to stop herself, Gina raised her leg to wrap around his waist to get closer to him. Her hips rotated harder against him, looking to relieve the building pressure burning within her.
    She all but screamed, his mouth catching the sound, when she felt his hands run down her back to grip the globes of her ass, rocking her tighter, faster against himself. She nearly came apart when Connor massaged the soft flesh of her backside with increasing pressure. The lace cupping her heavy breasts irritated her engorged nipples, making her cry out harder against his mouth. He expertly swallowed her moans, his tongue exploring her mouth like a man devouring a feast after a long famine.
    She wanted to protest when he ended the deep kiss and his teeth raked along her jaw, his erection pushing deeper against her belly. The barrier of their clothes was becoming unbearable. Wanting nothing more than to rip off her clothes and have his cock pumping inside her, she reached for his belt, fumbling to undo it.
    Connor trapped her hand, stopping her. Without breaking contact, his lips moved back to her mouth, his tongue forcefully invading her, mirroring the rhythm he set with his hips pumping against hers.
    Unable to fight the escalating need within her, Gina threw her head back and gave into the riot of sensations running through her with the power of a lightning strike. She knew she was going to orgasm fully clothed—again, while pressed against the dressing room wall, while Connor’s need went unanswered once more.
    All it took was Connor sliding his hand under her skirt and palming her vagina. His thumb rubbed over her throbbing clit, while he pushed aside the lace edge of her panties and took her most sensitive part between his fingers with just enough pressure to make her blow her mind. One, two, three strokes and she was done.
    Her shriek of release was cut off by his hard mouth. His tongue swallowing her cries of completion. His lips softened on her moments later when her moans subsided. Blindly reaching for his waistband with quaking fingers, Gina offered breathlessly, “Connor, let me…”
    His powerful grip waylaid her intentions. “I want nothing more than to get my cock inside that hot, wet pussy. But not here. When I get inside you, it’s going to be on a bed, where I can lay you out and suck on that sweet pussy juice until you’re screaming for me.” His words rumbled from his chest, his breathing still ragged from his unfulfilled desire.
    Gina felt Connor’s arms wrap around her, holding her to him as they leaned against the wall behind her, giving her a chance to recover from her climax. Only when her breathing calmed and she came down from her high did she become aware of Connor removing the blindfold.
    He slowly stepped back and leaned against the opposite wall, his intent stare pinning her in place. She instantly felt a chill invade her at the absence of his heat.
     
    Running a weary hand through his jet-black hair, Connor knew he had to get his unfulfilled desire in check if he was going to win a hockey game tonight. Knowing he should be in the dressing room suiting up only added to his frustration. He hadn’t planned on seducing Gina into crossing off another item on her wish list tonight. But when he had seen her contemplating which player’s jersey to choose, he had been surprised at the instant fury he felt when she didn’t automatically reach for his jersey.
    What was there to think about? It sure as hell hadn’t been Matt who had given her an orgasm in the club.
    A reckless streak had