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traced the V that tapered into his jeans.
    “I’m objectifying you,” she said shyly when she caught him watching her with barely concealed amusement. “I’m sorry. It’s just…your body. It’s unbelievable.”
    He chuckled low in his throat. “I’m just gonna have to get even now, aren’t I?” He reached for the hem of her dress and yanked it over her head in one forceful motion. And just like that, she was standing in front of him in her Spanx and four-inch heels.
    “Fuck,” he said, voice hoarse with lust and excitement. His eyes roamed all over her body, stopping at the tops of her breasts, plumped and pushed together by the magic of underwire. She was too mesmerized by that hungry look in his eyes to feel any shyness at being nearly naked with an unfamiliar man. With the lights on, no less. His parted lips broke into a smile and then he let loose a laugh that was so utterly male and triumphant. “That body belongs in the pages of a dirty magazine.”
    For as long as she lived, she would not forget that compliment. It was cheesy and actually rather offensive, but the way he looked at her when he said it reminded her of how he looked in the cage as his hand was raised in victory. Happy and proud, like he’d just won a prize. And when he looked at her like that, Rose felt like a prize.  
    She longed to make this as good for him as it already was for her. Swiftly, before she could second guess herself and chicken out, she dropped to her knees.  
    Nick clearly was not expecting that, but he didn’t try to stop her. He was already hard, his erection pushing against the fly of his jeans, Rose was at once pleased and scared to note. He watched wordlessly as her clumsy, shaking hands fumbled with his belt.
    When she finally lowered his jeans, she pressed her face against the hard proof of his arousal and nuzzled him through the soft cotton of his boxers. Nick swore softly and his breathing turned ragged. He tugged his waistband down and his erection sprang free.
    Rose stared, just stared at him, marvelling at his size, liking what she saw.
    “Kiss me,” he ordered, breaking through her trance.
    She touched her tongue tentatively to his tip while looking at him from beneath her lashes. His cock twitched at the contact and Nick hissed a breath. She did it again before gingerly taking his head between her lips.
    “This isn’t your first time, is it?”
    Rose froze, mortified that he could tell. Blow jobs were pretty simple, right? Take as much as you can in your mouth and suck. What else was there to it? She’d been categorically unwilling to go down on any of the guys she’d dated before and now she was regretting it. Perhaps she would’ve done well to have gotten some training. She pulled back. “First time at what? Sex? Giving head? No…yes.”
    He said nothing, and for a second Rose thought he was going to make her stop. Instead, he took both her hands that were clutching his hips and wrapped them around his thick root. He fisted her hair, twisting it around his knuckles. “Suck me.”
    She took him in her mouth again. He used his hands to steer, gentle at first but growing firmer with every bob of her head, urging her to take him deeper.
    “That’s it, that’s it,” he whispered, pumping his hips. “You feel so good.”
    The compliment delighted her and she sucked him harder, took him deeper and faster. She revelled in his taste and smell and size. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted him just as badly as she wanted to please him.
    “Suck that cock, baby,” he groaned, one hand on the back of her head now, nearly forcing her movements.
    For long minutes, Rose pleasured him, answering the dictates of his bossy hands, insistent hips, and the hot and dirty commands and affirmations that poured from his mouth in a steady stream. She barrelled through the physical discomfort of the act, wanting it to be good for him, to be the best he’d ever had.
    “Stop,” he gasped, suddenly pulling away.