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technical name for that small nub of nerves at the top of her sex—ground zero for all those wonderful sighs and whimpers she was making. He held her bottom with his left hand, teased along her cleft with his right, entering her with two and then three fingers.
    He was fairly big and he didn’t want to hurt her, but this he’d actually researched, proof Mandy was right—computer skills weren’t all about the software.
    He wrapped his lips around her clit and tongued, then suckled that sensitive bit of flesh. Thrust deep inside her with his fingers. Her knees clamped the sides of his head, her vaginal walls clamped down on his fingers, her body arched, and she screamed.
    He’d never imagined Mandy as a screamer, but he couldn’t stop grinning as he slowly brought her down and then reached for one of the condoms on the bedside table. He had himself sheathed and back between her knees in a heartbeat. Carefully he took himself in hand and pointed his erect cock at Mandy’s center with his eyes locked on hers, on the dreamy look on her face, the sparkle of tears in her eyes.
    She wanted him, Marcus Reed. The man, not his money, not his name. Just him. He pressed forward, she lifted her hips, he pushed harder and filled her, and it was unlike any other time with any other woman. He was meant to be here, with Mandy. She was beyond unique, and she was his. He’d never wanted anything or anyone this much. Somehow, some way, he had to figure out how to keep her—and keep her safe. He leaned forward and kissed her. Put his heart and soul in his kiss, hoping like hell he didn’t screw this up. Not this, not when, for the first time in his life, he knew exactly how coming home should feel.
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    Still in shock when Marc’s lips met hers, Mandy opened to him. His lips were damp, even his chin, and she knew she tasted herself in his kiss. It was wonderful and raw, and so erotic she trembled. He filled her, so completely, so perfectly, she almost cried. Maybe she would. Later.
    She’d never once been with a man who’d gone down on her. For that matter, she’d never gone down on a guy, either, but she wanted to. With Marc, she wanted to do everything. His lips parted over hers, his tongue swept boldly across her teeth, tangled with hers before he gently ended the kiss. She arched to the stretch and burn as he thrust deep between her legs, slowly pulled out, and then tilted his hips and just as slowly filled her again.
    “More,” she said, and wondered who this woman was, asking Marc for more. “I want all of you, Marc. Harder. Faster.”
    He sucked in a breath. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mandy. I’m big. You’re tiny.” His laugh sounded beautifully strained. She liked that. A lot.
    “Not that small, and I’m a lot tougher than I look.” She raised her hips, meeting him mid thrust, felt the thick head of his cock slide across her cervix. “So good. More.”
    “Greedy, aren’t you?”
    “Only for you. I’ve waited so long.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and palmed his taut butt. The man had an exquisite body, toned and sleek, and while he’d said he wasn’t good with women, she wasn’t sure how he could get any better. “Unrequited lust isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
    “Truth,” he said, and he rolled his hips, thrust harder, faster.
    Her body was already spiraling high, finding that peak once again. Another first. She’d never come with a man during sex. It always took a little help, if not from the guy, then she’d do it herself, but tonight—with Marc—it appeared that wasn’t going to be a problem. Not at all.
    He went back on his heels, taking Mandy with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her heels pressed against his butt. He pounded into her, deeper, harder, so much deeper than before. From this angle, he managed to connect with her clit on every pass, but when he leaned close and took her nipple between his lips and teeth