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lips, big hands rocking her hips and grinding her against him. He knew she liked that. He knew everything about her. Knew how to seduce her and make her body sing…
    “Hell yeah, you know it does,” she groused. Arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, she continued to kiss him. Soft kisses along the full curve of his lower lip until, without warning, she nipped him.
    “Fuck me!” He growled, hips jerking to press his deliciously thick cock against her even harder.
    “That’s the idea, hotshot. The bedroom’s through there.”
    She gave him a tight smile, need riding her too hard for anything else. Even though she’d left the Pole, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind. Ever. Which meant her dates had been few and far between, and usually a complete disaster which ended up with her home alone with her memories and her battery-operated boyfriend. She wasn’t going to need BOB tonight...
    He studied her expression for a moment and something in his eyes dimmed at her plain talking attitude. What did he expect? Give her a bunch of flowers and it would be all hearts and roses again? Not happening.
    “I see I have a long way to go yet.”
    She didn’t get a chance to answer, as reaching up, he claimed her lips. Rather than the soft kiss she was expecting, it was the kiss she needed. Hard, dominant, and utterly ruthless.
    The last of her resistance to him melted and she moaned in approval as he strode through into the bedroom. Neither of their hands were idle as he dropped her onto the bed, following her down. His jacket hit the floor behind them, his lips on her neck as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt. One quick yank and the buttons gave, pinging free to shower over her and onto the bedspread as she slid her hands beneath the fabric onto his skin.
    Hot, silken skin over strong muscles. She shivered, reveling in the touch as he tangled his legs with hers and kissed beneath her ear. The touch made her weak with need, but she covered the weakness by tweaking his left nipple. His gasp was low and masculine, and the thrust of his hips against hers made her eyes roll back in her head.
    Pulling her sweater up over her head, she aided him by lifting up, letting him whisk it away and leaving her exposed to his gaze. Unbidden, her nipples perked up, tightening into small, tight buds begging for his attention. The blue of his eyes darkened, heated until she thought the air between them would spontaneously combust.
    Neither of them spoke. Words weren’t needed.
    He lifted up, sitting back on his heels as he reached for the waistband of her yoga pants. Not taking her eyes from his, she lifted her hips. Strong fingers pulled her pants and panties down the length of her legs in one smooth movement.
    Only then did he take his eyes off hers, sweeping a hot blue gaze along her naked form.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured, the word constrained, as though he wanted to say more but dare not. He reached out and encircled her ankle with one large hand, pulling her leg out to the side. Silence reigned as he did the same with the other. Parting her, opening her, to his intense scrutiny.
    Breathing was hard, she could only suck in oxygen in short pants. Pants became groans when he slid between her thighs and began kissing his way up the insides of her legs. He branded her with each touch of his lips, parting her legs further around his broad shoulders as he reached her inner thighs. His hands slid around from the backs to the insides of her knees, palms down to press her legs up and out further. She bit back her whimper as her pussy was fully exposed to him, her clit aching in need.
    “So pink and soft.” His voice was quiet and so close to where she needed him that the vibrations in the air were enough to make her hips rock trying to get more of what he offered.
    “You always did taste fucking delicious.”
    She couldn’t answer as, at that moment, he bent his head and licked her. Crying out in wordless pleasure, she arched her