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was hiding anything.
    He pushed a finger into her and she was so hot and wet there was no resistance.
    “So wet,” he growled, removing the finger and circling her ass. “Hold on,” he warned and a moment later he’d driven himself into her.
    Jenna’s pussy clenched around him, pulling his hard cock deeper.
    “Fuck me,” she demanded. Hardly a night went by when she wasn’t in Alec’s bed. She’d stayed away last night in hopes it would give him a little perspective. It seemed to have worked given their very professional meeting earlier in the day, but she hadn’t slept a wink. She’d grown accustomed to the warmth of his body, so her bed had seemed incredibly cold and empty.
    He gripped her hips and leaned back to get a better angle. She watched his reflection in the mirror, his gaze locked on where he pounded into her. Jenna wanted more of him, wanted the full body contact, but she understood his need to possess her, to claim her body. She suspected he’d even punish her for spending a night away from him. Jenna was looking forward to it.
    Her orgasm tingled to life with each thrust. Each time he withdrew, she wanted to cry for the loss, but then he was filling her again, the heat of him like a fire burning her from the inside.
    “You make me insane,” he said again, this time with a little less anger but just as much heat. He pressed her against the mirror, his body finally making full contact with hers. The glass was cold against her skin, her nipples hard enough to cut the mirror into very precise pieces. It felt like ice sliding across her mound, teasing her aching clit and making her desperate for Alec’s body heat to seep all the way through her and ease the building need. With his chest press against her shoulders, she stretched to reach around to grip his firm ass, pulling him even tighter against her skin.
    “No,” he barked, withdrawing and backing away, leaving Jenna feeling empty and needy. “I’m not ready for you to come.”
    Jenna turned around, leaning against the cold glass as she played with her tight nipples. “Alec,” she pleaded.
    “On your knees.”
    Biting down on her bottom lip to keep from smiling, Jenna followed Alec’s command with only the slightest hesitation. She wasn’t surprised he didn’t let her come, and she wasn’t at all disappointed that she would have the opportunity to bring him to the brink and push him over the edge.
    He held the base of his cock as he moved toward her. Jenna licked her lips, anticipating the heat of his thick shaft in her mouth. “Lick your juices off me, Jenna. I want you to taste yourself on my cock.”
    Maybe it made her a sexual deviant, but Jenna liked the idea of tasting herself on him. Alec tended to be jealous and needed to stake his claim and mark his territory, but Jenna didn’t fall prey to those insecurities. She did, however, like being possessed and claimed by Alec and now, as she ran her tongue along his shaft, the bitter flavor of her sex slick against his velvet skin, she somehow felt empowered, as though she was staking some sort of claim of her own.
    Taking her time, she lapped at him, base to tip and back, until the bitter taste of her sex was replaced with the salty taste of his arousal. She took him all the way in, the tip of his cock reaching the back of her throat before she sucked while moving her head back. Tonguing the groove underneath the head of his cock caused Alec to groan and Jenna ran her tongue all the way around the tip before sucking him hard into her mouth. Alec’s hands wove into her hair, tugging as he angled her head. She relaxed her throat, knowing what was coming.
    Without warning - or surprise because she knew him so well - Alec started thrusting mercilessly into her mouth, going so far back she nearly gagged before pulling back and thrusting in again. Jenna gripped his ass, her long fingernails scraping against his skin and pulling him to her.
    Jenna’s nipples tightened as he fucked her