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magnificent mouth sealed
over her clit and her nipples beaded painfully.
    “Lawson,” she whispered, loving the feel of her tongue
against her teeth as she pronounced his name. “You make me feel so good.”
    She loved the ticklish delight of his stubble against her
mound. And his tufts of hair that brushed her belly. So sensitive, she felt
even the most featherweight of touches.
    In a sudden turn he ravished her clit, his fingers driving
deeper. Faster.
    He raised his head, replacing his mouth with his other
fingers, the sheen of her juices apparent in the dim light. “Let go, Montana.
Let yourself fall.”
    She nodded and rocked her body against his fingers, the felt
of the pool table soft against her back. A smile tipped his full masculine lips
and he returned them to her clit, stroking his tongue just enough to help her
reach the peak.
    Her fingers raked behind her as she cried out, falling over
the edge and allowing the black velvet sea to catch her. She floated for mere
moments before a surge of desire knocked her back to reality. And the reality
was that she wanted more.
    Montana reached forward, tugging his black briefs farther
down, and wrapped her hand around his cock.
    With force, he turned her around and leaned her over the
table. The sound of a foil wrapper followed.
    Montana stared at the green felt, seeing where she’d raked
her nails. Bigsby would flip.
    “You ready for more of a hard time?”
    She swallowed down a knot of need in her throat. “Oh god,
yes.”
    Her thighs trembled with impatience. The tip of his cock
teased her longer than she cared for. She considered slamming back into him
when he entered her, clean and fast. Filling her in length and width. He needed
only to thrust once and pleasure exploded to every fiber of her being. Breasts
heavy, her nipples scraped along the pool table, heightening all her senses.
    “You’re a tight little thing.”
    She widened her thighs and stuck her butt out to
accommodate. He drove deeper.
    Montana snuck a look over her shoulder, marveling at the
intensity in his eyes, the tensing of his jaw. He had a handsome face she could
stare at forever. She caught the dark, dangerous gleam in his eyes. Lust-filled
liquid pools that made her breath hitch.
    “Ready to take it harder?”
    Her jaw slackened at his words. She gripped the sides of the
pool table. Lawson drove into her again and again, his cock thick and hot. Legs
tense for full impact, she clung to the table. He showed no mercy. He’d
penetrate deep and withdraw long enough to elicit a sob, only to fill her
completely again. His hand moved to the juncture between her thighs and rubbed
her clit. Her body bucked against the dual stimulation. She didn’t care that
the front of her thighs would sport bruises by morning. She didn’t care that
her nipples were raw from the friction against the felt. And she didn’t care
that she was going to have a difficult time carrying trays of beer and food
with her sore arms from clenching so hard. This was the kind of scintillating,
rough-and-tumble, thigh-numbing, full-out, high-octane sex she’d pined for.
    He gripped her hips in his moist, strong hands and continued
to take her hard and fast and deep.
    Heat flooded her face as she neared the peak. She forced her
hips back into him, meeting his ever increasing pace, readying herself for the
climax. Wave after wave crashed into her and this time she let herself freefall
while he barreled into her once more. His hands clenched her hips tight, nearly
lifting her from the table, and then a deep, resonating growl erupted from his
throat.
    Her pulse throbbed to the steady beat of the music. Behind
her she heard a hiss of air and then a quiet mumble of words. Montana feared
his regret.
    He withdrew and on shaky legs she turned. She opened her
mouth to comment, when he silenced her with a kiss. She tasted herself on his
tongue and kissed him back with renewed vigor. Lawson pulled away, leaving her
lips raw and