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thong to torture the bundle of nerves.
    ‘No, Elvis would have done it already,’ she whispered provocatively.
    Releasing the string, he slapped her arse. ‘Patience.’ The sound reverberated around the room as the sting sent a sharp sizzle of sensation across her buttocks to settle in her vulva, where the pounding ache had become all but unbearable.
    ‘Not a chance, big boy.’
    Gripping her bum, he yanked her closer, rotating her hips to grind her yearning clit against his thigh. Glorious pleasure rippled through her abdomen.
    ‘Harder,’ she panted, heat flushing through her, as she rode the ridge of muscle.
    ‘Who’s giving the orders here?’ he teased, keeping the pace steady, relentless.
    He drowned her huff of frustration with a kiss. His mouth slanting across hers, dominant and devastating. She sucked on his invading tongue.
    When he finally lifted his head, they were both breathless. Locating the zip under her arm, he tugged it down.
    He stepped back, his gaze riveted on her cleavage.
    ‘Don’t stop,’ she demanded, having finally got enough breath back to speak.
    ‘Take the dress off. I want you naked.’
    She bristled slightly at the dictatorial tone. ‘Same goes, buster.’
    ‘For a sex toy, you’ve got an awfully big mouth. Now stow the attitude...and lose the dress.’
    She would have argued. But her clitoris pulsed as his lips curved with challenge—and she decided that just this once, she’d do as she was told. Lifting the dress’s hem, she wrestled the vintage Dior over her head. The damn thing got stuck for a moment, and she wriggled, panting. She doubted her dance looked particularly sexy, but she refused to care. She’d waited two years. Style and grace would have to wait for next time.
    Free at last, she flung the dress away and stood before him in her push-up bra, lace thong and heels. ‘Your turn.’
    He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, giving her a full frontal of beautifully sculpted pecs and a lean, awe-inspiring eight-pack. Her eyes began to cross with lust. ‘Nice,’ she purred. ‘I’m going to have to give Sam a kiss for fixing me up with you.’
    Brent chuckled, the husky sound doing nothing for the dry ache in her throat and the throbbing ache in her clit. ‘Ditto.’
    Grasping her arm, he tugged her closer to slip off her bra straps, the leisurely glide of his fingers contrary to the harsh rasp of his breathing as he snapped the hook and peeled off the cups. Her swollen breasts spilled out and she heard the sharp intake of breath.
    ‘Damn, Tally, you’re gorgeous. Please tell me those are real.’
    ‘You cheeky sod.’ She laughed, both surprised by the comment and stupidly flattered. ‘What’s wrong with silicone?’
    ‘Not a damn thing, but I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy.’ Cupping her breasts, he pinched the tight nipples, making the already engorged buds swell and elongate. She arched her back, thrusting them towards him. ‘I prefer a woman’s body the way nature intended her, whatever her size.’
    Dropping his hand, he grasped her waist, then dipped his head to lick a pouting nipple. The suction was strong as he sucked the tip to the roof of his mouth. She panted, holding his head, the arrow of need darting down to her core, making the bud of her clit ache for the same attention. As if he read her mind, rough fingers delved under the thong and found her clitoris at last, circling and rubbing.
    He trapped the pulsating bundle of nerves before dragging his fingers through her wetness, then circling her bottom with his thumb. She jolted as the tight muscle stretched, the thick digit entering her.
    She grasped his forearm, barely able to speak round the shock, as she struggled to adjust to the strange sensation of having her bottom breached. ‘What are you doing?’
    ‘A little anal play should increase the pleasure,’ he murmured. ‘If you don’t love it, I’ll stop.’
    She wanted to object, to tell him to take his bloody thumb out, she