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yet to meet the toy that could simulate cunnilingus close to realistically.
    Cole must have read her mind. Taking a step back, he snagged the waistband of her yoga pants and slid them down, taking her thong with them. Gooseflesh pricked her bared thighs.
    He squeezed her waxed pubis with his palm, and then slid his thumb along the bisecting cleft. “I’m betting you taste amazing.” A sob caught in Sarah’s throat. No director shouting “show me more pink!” No contorting her body into positions that looked sexy on camera but felt like hell. No lurking suitcase pimps looking to get their rocks off by watching their porn-actress girlfriends make out on the set. To be given all this pleasure without having to do anything other than receive seemed such delicious decadence! Giddy with the freedom, she covered her hand over Cole’s.
    He glided a finger inside her. A second and finally a third digit followed. Flexing brought her bucking hard against his hand. He could have stopped there and coaxed her to coming, only he didn’t. Instead, he dropped to his knees. The top of his dark head brushed her lower belly. Feathery hair tickled her inner thighs. Spreading her wider, he blew on her clit. A hot shiver raced through her. Her toes curled. Her pussy pulsed. Deft fingers sank inside her again, all three at once. This time a tongue’s point probed her channel, touched the hood of her clit, and swirled lavish circles around the kernel. Sarah braced herself on her palms, seeking to hold off on coming and prolong the pleasure for as long as she could.
    But all the flirting and sensual teasing, first at the diner and now here, had taken their toll. Powerless against the pull, her clit fluttered. Her skin tingled. Against the counter, her butthole twitched. Cole sucked her more fully into his mouth, and Sarah split apart. Her buttocks clenched, her inner muscles contracted. Waves of dizzying release rolled over her. She buzzed then spasmed, squirting her milk into his mouth.
    Resting back on his heels, Cole licked damp lips. “You’re my new favorite flavor.”
    Pulling herself upright on damp palms, she stared down. Perspiration molded his white shirt to broad shoulders and a beautifully muscled back. Looking forward to taking off his shirt and everything else, she said, “Okay, so maybe you get to be a little cocky.”
    He stood. “Just a little, huh?”
    Sarah let a smile stand as her answer. That he’d held himself back from fucking her spoke volumes for his cock control.
    “Where’s your bedroom?”
    Still foggy, she shook her head. “What?”
    “Your bedroom, where is it? Or do you sleep standing in the shower? Don’t laugh, I know several Manhattan realtors who’ll swear some people do.”
    “No, I have a bed.” She jerked her chin across the room to the four curved steps leading to the loft.
    “Great, then let’s get you horizontal.” Cole swept her off the counter and into his arms. Rag doll-limp, she let him carry her to the bed.

    Sarah didn’t stay limp for long. The moment they hit the mattress, she came alive, taking total charge, stripping off his shirt, unzipping his pants. Her hands were everywhere, so was her mouth—nipping at his neck, trailing biting kisses down the queue of dark hair blanketing his belly, and finally, gloriously, cinching around his cock.
    She rolled off the bed and stood. “Hey, where are you going?” Cole demanded, reaching for her. If she was one of those women who got off on being a tease, so help him, he was going to shake her.
    But instead of pleading a sudden headache or calling time out for a pee break, she grabbed hold of his wrists, urging him up. Curious to see what she had in mind, Cole followed. Sitting on the side of the bed in only his briefs, he waited.
    Holding his gaze, Sarah sank to the carpet. On her knees. At his feet.
    More than anything, it was her eyes that were killing him. Large and luminous, they left his and slowly stroked over his body. He felt