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want to come?’
    His hands were spanning the tops of my thighs and I felt my sex release another rush of fluid. A wet surrender flag waved for him so he would put me out of my misery. I felt a blush rise up my cheeks. ‘No.’
    ‘And now you’re thinking dirty things aren’t you, Tuesday?’
    How did we get here? How did we go from my back deck to a dinner invitation to me shaking and wet and might-as-well-be-naked on his faded rag rug?
    ‘Yes,’ I blurted.
    ‘Do you want me to touch you?’
    ‘I’ll be late,’ I said as if that would save me from myself.
    ‘You won’t be late. Now answer the question.’ His eyes were so fucking dark. His body so goddamn big. He had a presence – it was the only way to describe it. You could not be near Shepherd Moore and not be 100 per cent aware of it. At least, I couldn’t.
    ‘Yes,’ I said.
    ‘Too bad. I don’t want to touch you,’ he said, looking up at me and grinning.
    I thought my cheeks had been hot before, but now they blazed like small furnaces were hidden under my skin.
    ‘Say please,’ he said. ‘Because there is something I want to do.’
    I shook my head, anger and embarrassment and wariness warring in my chest. I gnawed my lip and realised that I could feel his hot breath on the front of my cold wet panties and instinctively, I clenched my thighs … damn it.
    ‘Say it.’
    ‘Please,’ I said. I said it fast, like ripping off a band aid. Like swallowing a pill. Like jumping into cold water. I did it fast and tried not to pay attention to the fact that I was doing it at all.

Chapter Five
    Shepherd put his hands on my hips and his grip was so strong I had no trouble believing he’d been an ultimate cage fighter. I expected smoke to rise off my skin where he touched me but promptly lost the image when the velvet humidity of his mouth clamped down over my sodden panties and I felt the heated nudge of his tongue to my clit.
    So I was right. My clitoris was so engorged that it pressed to the pale cotton underpants. I had thought it was just my imagination but he went straight to it his tongue a heat-seeking missile that slammed me with a rush of pleasure so intense my knees sagged.
    He covered my knees then with the span of his large hands and squeezed as if to tell me that if they did unhinge and threaten to dump me on my ass, he’d hold me up.
    I made a sound I didn’t recognise. It wasn’t a word, it wasn’t a cry. It was an utterance that could only come from surprise mixed with bliss.
    He sucked the cotton and me into his scorching mouth, pressing that tongue of his to that hard nub of flesh until I squeezed my eyes shut so all of my awareness was focused solely on that point in my body. I moved to grip his shoulders and he said in a gentle but brusque voice, ‘Hands down.’
    I pushed my fingers restlessly to my own thighs and his hands came up to clamp my ass. He pulled me roughly forward, pressing his mouth to the maddening cotton that kept him from actually touching me.
    ‘Shouldn’t we–’
    ‘Hush.’ He squeezed my ass just hard enough for a jolt of pain that quickly bled into pleasure to startle me.
    He licked and nudged and sucked in alternating rhythms with different pressures until I was sure the floor was tilting under me. I had to focus on holding my hands down and when he pulled back and looked at me, I was muzzy headed and confused. My pussy throbbed with my racing heart and I felt so swollen I wanted to weep.
    ‘Does that feel good, Tuesday?’
    I could only nod.
    But Shepherd wasn’t satisfied and as I was starting to piece together, he liked to be satisfied. ‘Say it.’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Do you want to come?’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘Are you uncomfortable?
    ‘Some.’ I put my eyes down, looking away from his probing gaze.
    ‘Look at me.’
    I forced my gaze back and swallowed hard. I was on the verge of begging him. Begging! Asking him to finish me off. Pull me down, climb on top, put it in me. Anything. Missionary, doggy