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attention to the job at hand.
    Sitting on the tip of his penis was a precious bead of precome he’d spilled. For her. She licked it away and swallowed it down over the lump in her throat.
    The tension broke free of Alex. His muscles relaxed and he released his death grip on the chair. She suppressed her breath of relief.
    Megan ran her tongue down the length of his cock, accepting the chance he’d given her to make things right between them. She lapped up the musky salt that remained from their loving last night. Their mixed tastes mingled on her tongue, a reminder of everything she and Alex had created together. Not just the sex and the loving, but the relationship they’d built. The intimacy of their conversations, sharing thoughts and stories and their lives. Telling each other secrets no one else knew. Well, no one else except Des as far as her secrets went. Smiling at each other over wineglasses and debating world affairs over dinner. Shedding their clothes in their mutual desire to touch, and lying side by side, gasping for breath in the aftermath of their passion.
    The taste sensation exploded on her tongue and she lapped at him, ravenous for more.
    “Megan?”
    “Hmmm?”
    “Close your eyes.”
    She licked her lips. “Already shut.” She moved over his erection, guided by touch alone.
    “Keep ’em that way.”
    She nodded obediently and found his cock again.
    “Now…tell—” His voice caught as she sucked him in. “Tell me…my name.”
    “Alex.” Her answer was muffled, compliments of the erection interfering with intelligible speech, but it must have sufficed because Alex thrust his hips up, surging deeper into her mouth.
    Silence followed, punctuated only by the greedy sounds of her lips as she took him in as far as she could, relishing the thick shaft that tickled the back of her throat. She slid her lips back up his length and circled her tongue around his cockhead before sucking him in once again.
    Up and down, over and over she worked him. Her hair fell over her forehead, onto his stomach and thighs, shifting with her as she moved.
    He was too big for her, too long, and she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, pumping in time with the movements of her mouth. Long moments passed as she loved him, fed on him. His desire increased her own, and her clit throbbed, craving his touch.
    She thanked God for giving her this second chance. After what she’d said, Alex had every right to hate her. To reject her and send her away. That he allowed her access to his most private of body parts, in this most private of rituals, was a blessing of the highest level.
    Her pussy pulsed. The knowledge that he wanted her regardless of her feelings for Des aroused her more than words or actions ever could.
    “Megan?” His legs shifted beside her cheeks, the muscles stiffening, until she rested her chin on one rock-hard thigh. Her nipples brushed against the hair on his shins, abrading the sensitive surfaces.
    “Hmmm?”
    Her answer vibrated over his cock and he shuddered.
    “Your eyes still closed, baby?”
    “Mm-hm.” More precome trickled from his tip and she swallowed it, moaning with pleasure.
    His balls tightened below her hands, telling her his orgasm was close. God, she was close to coming too, and he hadn’t even touched her.
    “Who am I?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Who am I?” he demanded again.
    Loath as she was to let go of him, this was too important an opportunity to ignore. She released him with a wet slurp and tilted her chin so she faced upwards. She couldn’t see him, but she felt his gaze on her face, knew he was watching her.
    “You’re the man I love.”
    She continued to pump with her hand, refusing to free him altogether. Something told her that so long as they maintained bodily contact she wouldn’t lose him.
    His testicles flexed each time she touched them.
    “Say my name,” he said with a growl.
    “Alex.”
    His cock grew in her hands.
    “Say it again.”
    “Alex.” She