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her belly and slid them with agonizing slowness over her ribcage until he cupped her breasts in his palms.
    “Ren!”
    He laughed, the sound all low and rumbly, as his thumbs went to work on her puckered nipples. Over and over, he circled the flesh, pinching lightly before soothing them with his fingertips. Sadie’s head lolled back to rest on his upper chest. The thud of his heart pounded against her back. Oh, yeah, he was turned on, too. His breath rushed over her cheek, hot and fast. “Have I told you how pretty your breasts are? You have the sweetest, pinkest nipples I’ve ever tasted.”
    Sadie moaned low.
    “Shh. Don’t want those men down there to hear you, do you?”
    “Killin’ me, Ren.”
    “I haven’t even started.”
    “Uh oh.”
    Again, he laughed, but all humor died when he abandoned her breasts to reach for the hem of her skirt. Up, up, up it went until he had it gathered in a bunch at her waist. Warm air caressed her exposed thighs, and sensation curled low in her belly, pulsed in her pussy. Wet. Beneath the lacy panties she wore, her flesh was drenched. Ren inserted a leg between hers to prod her legs apart. “Open up for me. I want to touch you.”
    His fingers pushed beneath the elastic of her panties, and she felt momentarily embarrassed by the flood of juices that rained from her body. “Bend over the rail. Just a little bit.”
    Sadie did as he asked, lost in the command in his voice, the touch of his hands on her body. He plunged two fingers deep, and she cried out.
    “Shh,” he whispered. “Not a sound. Don’t want those men down there to know we’re up here on the balcony about to fuck, do you? Open your eyes and look at them, Sadie.”
    “O-okay. Ren, my God! Please.”
    Ren fingerfucked her slowly, pausing every other stroke to brush and circle her clit with his thumb. Savage pleasure, dark and sinful, danced over her skin. She was hot and not just from the temps outside on this warm Florida day. She burned from the inside out, and only the man standing behind her so skillfully manipulating her flesh could put out the flame. Again and again, he touched her, finally crooking a finger to rub the sensitive pad of nerves behind her pubic bone. Her G-spot. A wild trembling set up in her thighs, and she stretched out her arms to grip the railing. “Ren. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
    “Not yet. Not without me.”
    “Hurry.”
    Sadie fought the urge to cry out her misery the instant his hands left her. She heard the rasping of a zipper, the faint tearing of plastic, and knew he covered himself with a rubber. Hurry, hurry, hurry. The words whipped through her mind, and then he was there perfectly positioned to take her on the wildest ride of her life. The thick head breached her opening, and Ren pushed inside so slowly she thought she’d scream from frustration.
    The tender, slow fucking was beyond delicious and better than any sex she’d ever had before, but she needed more and wanted it now. Tension whipped through her system until she was drawn so finely she thought she might break. Tighter and tighter the pleasure wound. Ren gripped the front of her thighs, pushing harder, faster, higher, deeper.
    “I’m coming, Ren. I’m coming.”
    “Yeah. That’s it. Do it, honey, because I don’t think I want to wait a second longer for you to come apart. I love fucking you like this.”
    Inner walls milked the thick stalk in little spasmodic pulses. Sadie wanted to scream her damn head off, but the sight of all those workers down below made her hold her breath. When Ren found her clit and squeezed it hard between his thumb and forefinger while continuing to plunge deep, she whimpered, gasped, then groaned low as her body shook with her climax.
    “God, you’re sweet,” he said, his words dark and more seductive than any she’d ever heard. Seconds later, he made a raw, savage sound against the side of her neck as he blasted his pleasure into that thin barrier of latex.
    He trembled,