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skin all the way down. Her eyes followed his every movement. Then he settled between her legs, his broad chest holding her thighs wide and tucked under his arm pits. She couldn’t move. He had her held totally immobile and open, and at his mercy. He tore the lace of her panties, yanking them off with one strong tug, and she yelped.
    His eyes, dark and hungry, lifted to hers just before he settled his mouth down over her. The flat of his tongue stroked over her with long slow swipes. She bit her lip, her head falling back. She felt his mouth leave her a moment before she felt a sharp nip on her thigh.
    Her head came up as he ordered, “Keep your eyes on me.”
    She looked down her body at him.
    “Do you understand?” he pressed.
    She nodded and watched as his mouth settled over her again. His laving tongue stroked over her again and again until he had her worked into a frenzy, twisting with need for more. Her body began to undulate, revealing the need she fought so hard to control. He lifted his head, shifting and a moment later she felt him slide two fingers inside her, gliding up and rubbing until he found her G-spot. Her head fell back again when he found it, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as her control unraveled.
    “Bingo,” she heard him whisper as he began stroking it, first slow, and then fast, and then slow again. She writhed, and then his thumb stretched up to massage her clit. Her hips lifted in a dance as old as time, straining to meet his every stroke. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across her body as she struggled with the need he was driving higher and higher with every touch.
    When he had her balancing on the edge of orgasm, he backed off and she twisted, lifting her hips, straining to get back his touch. “No, please.”
    He tormented her with his tongue. Soft swipes that only brought her gently back down, and then he began with his fingers again, bringing her right back up to the edge again. This time he pressed his palm down on her lower belly, increasing the pressure of his fingers as they massaged the G-spot deep inside her.
    “Tell me his name,” he demanded as he continued his assault.
    She thrashed. “I can’t. I can’t.”
    He backed off again, and she thrashed all the more.
    “Please,” she begged.
    “You can stop it all with a name, sweetheart. Give him up, and all the torment stops.”
    Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”
    “Can’t or won’t?”
    “Can’t. Won’t.”
    “You can and you will, Miss Devereux.”
    He began again. This time when she would have rocked against him, he held her immobile, completely vulnerable to whatever he chose to do to her. Keeping steady strokes on her clit with his thumb, he ramped up the torment until her body trembled, and her breath came in desperate little pants. Oh, God, she didn’t know how much longer she could take it without breaking.
    This time when he backed off, she could tell their play was getting to him just as much as it was her. But she also knew he liked to drag this out as long as she could bear it.
    “How far do I have to take this? Hmm? How much more can you take, pretty lady? I can keep at it all night.”
    They stared at one another, neither budging.
    “Tell me his name,” he ordered.
    “Shane,” she taunted him with a name she knew would piss him off.
    His teeth came down on her inner thigh again, and she yelped as she heard him growl, “Not funny, Crystal.”
    She must have really gotten to him if he broke the game to use her first name.
    “Tell me his name,” he growled again in a sharp tone.
    “Never. I’ll never tell you a thing.”
    “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Miss Devereux.”
    He slid from between her legs to stand at the foot of the bed. Her eyes watched every move he made as he kicked off his boots and jeans. He wanted her all right. His cock was rock hard. He grabbed it, giving it a long slow stroke.
    “You want