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hadn’t agreed to this, but he cupped her with his other hand and began to stroke again in that devastating rhythm. Shocking pleasure gripped her, the fullness in her bottom intensifying the sensation.
    ‘Good?’ he asked.
    ‘Yes,’ she moaned, surrendering as he worked her clit with focussed efficiency.
    Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth, nipped at the tip, and arrows of pleasure shot down to her core. Sensation exploded and she forced her bum out, instinctively impaling herself more as she rode the crest.
    ‘Argh.’ The guttural shout wrenched from her as her body shuddered, battered by the tumultuous waves.
    She went limp, dazed and exhausted, the sting as he withdrew nothing compared to the heat blasting into her cheeks as he lifted her into his arms.
    Holy shit, had she just had the most stunning orgasm of her life with a thumb stuck up her bum?
    Her head spun with the indignity of that, and the ease with which he’d worked her over the edge, as he laid her gently onto the suite’s large sofa. Slipping off her heels, he dropped them on the floor, then hooked his fingers into her thong and worked it down her legs. Self-consciousness struck as his gaze landed on her neatly trimmed thatch of curls. Did he prefer his women bare down there? Given he was such a connoisseur of giving head?
    The flush blasted up to her hairline.
    Who cares what he prefers?
This isn’t about pleasing him
,
it’s about pleasing yourself.
    But as he stood to kick off his own shoes, she noted the flare of his nostrils and the heat in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her, and couldn’t deny the tremble of gratitude at the evidence that he liked what he saw.
    He dropped his trousers. ‘You ready for round two?’
    The black cotton of his boxers stretched obscenely over what looked like a freakishly large erection. How big
was
that thing? And exactly where was he planning to put it?
    She gulped. If only she had as much moisture in her mouth as was flooding between her thighs.
    ‘That depends.’ She sent a pointed glance to the gigantic bulge. ‘While I liked what you did...’ She paused. ‘With your thumb, I mean...’
    His lips quirked as if he were trying to hold back a smile, but then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and took them off.
    ‘Bloody hell.’ The heady combination of shock and dismay hit as his erection sprang free from the thatch of dark curls at his groin. Her breathing sped up along with the pulse beating between her thighs—like a ticking bomb.
    His dick was enormous, thick and long enough to make Sam’s boast about his size seem like a considerable understatement. When she’d asked for hung like a horse, she hadn’t expected her matchmaker to take her quite so literally.
    ‘You okay, Tally?’
    ‘Yes.’ Her eyes darted to his to find him watching her, his gaze suddenly guarded. ‘As long as round two doesn’t consist of you putting that anywhere unexpected.’
    He laughed, the sound rich with what sounded like relief. He settled on the sofa beside her, then combed her hair back behind her ear, his thumb trailing across her collar-bone to touch the frantic pulse in her neck. She stiffened, the affection in the gesture disturbing her.
    ‘I prefer straight talk when it comes to sex.’ The gruff tone scraped across her already overstimulated nerve endings like sandpaper. ‘But who the hell knew it could be such a turn-on?’
    He cradled her cheek and she jerked her head back, not liking the approval in his gaze any more than she appreciated the tender stroke of his fingertips.
    ‘I’m serious,’ she said, trying to disguise the hitch in her breathing and not get distracted as his fingers trailed down to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. ‘I don’t do anal.’ Or at least she hadn’t yet, and while she might be open to the prospect now, she didn’t plan to do a training run tonight with something that gargantuan.
    The moron who had said size didn’t matter