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every corner and
crevasse.
    His hands
slid down her back, his strong fingers dug into the curved out halves of her
ass and he lifted her up and forward, tilting her pelvis so that her groin was
parallel to his. He ran his hard cock against her, relishing in the sweet sound
of her surrender. Her moan was low and soft and he stepped back, his eyes
glowing with desire.
    She stood
there, her lips bruised and pulped, her senses whirling and her head spinning
in exquisite torture. She could not seem to make sense of her thoughts or
emotions. His hands went to her breasts and once again his cock was burying
itself inside of her, riding her furiously, his teeth nipping at the sensitive
flesh of her breasts, tugging at her nipples, as he lifted her against him, forcing
his swollen shaft into her wet mound.
    “Gage…” she
begged, digging her nails into his shoulders as she held on tight. “Please…please,
don’t stop.” She let out a cry when he bit down on her earlobe, and then
screamed his name when another orgasm crashed through her quivering body,
filling her with a powerful buzzing bliss that spread through her body and she
wondered how she had ever went so many years without him.
    He was out of
her before she’d finished, pushing her down so that her knees met the hard
floor. His fingers fisted her hair as he pressed the head of his cock against
her lips. “Take it,” he demanded.
    Still swept
up in the moment, she opened her mouth willingly and took his entire length
into her cheeks. The salty taste of pre-cum lingered on her tongue along with a
unique flavor she recognized as her own and she lapped and stroked the shaft
and base with everything she had. Wanting to make him ache for her, she cupped
his balls with one hand as she encircled the base of his shaft with the other,
massaging him as she deep throated him, inch by inch. His groans of
encouragement spurred her on, making her wet and hungry for him all over again,
and she felt little shocks of pleasure dart through her body as she claimed his
seed in her mouth, making sure he never forgot just how much she wanted him.
    Finally he
stiffened, growling her name as he came, his eyes wide with unblinking desire,
rocking his hips to meet her mouth as streams of hot semen exploded into her
throat. She swallowed every last drop of him, smiling in satisfaction as his
body shook with the force of his orgasm. Gasping, he reached out to brace
himself against the wall, his chest heaving, his heartbeat slowing as the
sensation fizzled until there was nothing left but honesty.
    And in that
moment, as he stood propping himself against the elevator wall, the woman of
his past kneeling in front of him, willing to do whatever made him happy, he realized
that he was right all along…he was totally and completely wrong for her.
     
    * * *
     
    Walking,
breathlessly, into the huge penthouse suite that had been reserved for them,
Gage opened the door and then stepped aside to allow Kate to enter first. 
Still reeling from his orgasm he felt confused, shameful even, and when she
made her way into the bathroom he was relieved that he had a private minute to
gather his thoughts.
    What exactly
was bothering him so much?
    It wasn’t
like he was using her. The attraction for her was real, and she wanted him just
as much as he wanted her. After all, they were two consenting adults and
whatever they agreed to do, whether it was his idea or not, was something she
could freely choose or disregard.  So why was he feeling a heavy pang of
guilt bearing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe?
    Within
minutes she walked back into the room, and he could think of nothing more than
the fact that he wished he could take her into his arms again, force her body
flush against his and ease her into his touch until she was begging for him to
take her.  What was it about Kate Preston that could reduce him to a
pathetic, heated, shell of a man, never satisfied with her for long before