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in the air, Kenzie crooked a finger and beckoned him toward her. He followed without thought.
    “Kenzie…”
    Sharp beads of pleasure rumbled through his veins as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
    “Lennon?”
    Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck.
    “Y-yes?” he stammered unevenly, his eyelids fighting to remain open, which became damn near impossible when she began stroking him. Was this real? Shit, was any of this real? Everything since he left the office had been on a strange, elevated plane of reality. Walking down the hall toward his apartment only to find the door ajar, catching Kenzie in the elevator, the power shutting off, and now…
    Whatever it was she intended to say remained a mystery; instead, she drew nearer, her lips parting and sucking the head of his cock inside her hot, sweet mouth. Lennon hissed and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the wall behind her.
    “Oh Jesus…”
    Kenzie squeezed the base of his erection, her tongue teasing the underside of his belled head. She was tentative at first—as though worried she’d break him by sucking too hard—but soon gained ground and developed an easy, natural rhythm. And every second was pure bliss. Lightning sparks shot through his trembling arms and sweat dampened his forehead; any time now, he would stir out of the most vivid wet dream he’d ever entertained with a raging boner. Or snap out of some anxiety-induced coma the week had placed him under. Or anything but what was actually occurring within the same bland, brown rectangle that carried him floor to floor throughout the week. He’d never again see the inside of the elevator without picturing Kenzie’s face. Without visualizing the way she looked now, pulling his dick intently into her mouth, her head bobbing, her eyes on him.
    That was what did it. Her eyes.
    “Why?” Lennon gasped at last, hips thrusting of their own volition. Every time her mouth pulled away sharp pangs of protestation riddled his nerves and he became desperate to regain it. Her mouth. Her tongue. Even the hint of teeth gracefully sliding against his skin. She pulled the foreskin over his head and squeezed, then rolled it forward and squeezed again. “Why…now?”
    She released him and threw her head back, her gaze burning as her hand pumped his cock in the absence of her mouth. “’Cause I wanted it too.”
    The words made no sense. “Wha…”
    “This. You. Me. All of it.”
    “You’re…no more games. You…”
    She nodded.
    “You…” The thought was too explosive to handle. A ragged sigh tore through his lips and his eyes rolled back as his cock slipped inside her mouth again. Her strokes became firmer, more confident, her lips applying sweet pressure to the tip with every wicked lap. And the more she gave, the more he needed. The more desperate he became. Lennon swore blindly, his hands abandoning the wall and finding her hair, wrapping those glorious brown strands around his fingers. His hips jerked and he did his best to keep from stuffing himself down her throat, but god, he needed more. He needed everything she had to give.
    Kenzie murmured around his cock, sending sweet vibrations through his skin. He felt her other hand on his balls, cradling, massaging, coaxing him closer to release. All it took, though, was one glance down. One brief look at her, her eyes, her face, her mouth wrapped firmly around his prick and pulling with enthusiasm he was certain no woman could fake, and the agonizingly wonderful pinpoints of release pushed to crescendo.
    “Kenz—”
    She cut him off before he could find words, pulling him in as far as she could muster and working her throat muscles around him, and he lost it. White-hot bolts of bliss ripped through his tired body. He spasmed, coming hard—harder than he could remember—and she drank him down. It lasted forever but was over in seconds. Sweat dripped into his eyes, cold tremors took his body, and when he looked down again, Kenzie was staring up at him. Words