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gripped both sides of her shirt. He ripped it open in one fast movement. The sound of buttons bouncing on the floor and the rending of material filled the air, drowned out their harsh breathing.
    “God, Jon.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched her struggle to catch her breath. Her large, porcelain breasts were perfectly framed by a lacy bra.
    “Jesus.” He stepped back as he got his first real look at the luscious body she kept hidden beneath her conservative work clothing.
    She blushed under his intense study and attempted to cover herself with the remains of her blouse, but his strong hands on her wrists stilled her motions. Holding her hands away from her body, he continued to worship her with his gaze. She had the kind of tits a man could suck on for a lifetime and never get his fill.
    “What did you expect?” Her voice shook with nervous laughter as she once again mistook his silence. “I’m nearly forty.”
    She was trying to cover up her anxiety with humor, but he simply couldn’t let her escape this moment in that way. “You’re only thirty-two and a goddess.”
    She snorted with disbelief. Heat rose in Jon’s cheeks. He was surprised she didn’t hear the final nail being driven into her coffin.
    “That does it.” His anger returned full force. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra, pulling it and her torn blouse from her body before she realized his intentions.
    For the first time in a lifetime, he felt like the Jon he used to be. The master lover resurfaced and threatened to overtake him. For years, he’d kept the beast at bay, burying his dominant desires deep inside. He hadn’t been a monk, but he hadn’t been his true self either. When he’d needed, he and Night found willing bed partners but the sex was always light—merely a means to an end. When they couldn’t find a willing partner, they’d bought one, but even then he’d refused to let the demons out.
    Now his control was shattered. He stood in front of Carly—his friend, his fantasy, his future—and her denial drove him over the edge. It was his last finger hold on sanity that finally prompted him to speak.
    “Carly.” His voice was thick with his lust. “Say no now. I won’t ask again.”
    “I-I…” He watched the gravity of his words sink in.
    “Now, Carly. Say it now.” He leaned closer, his hands running through her lovely chestnut-brown hair. If she asked him to leave, somehow he would, but she needed to ask right now. Another minute in her presence and he couldn’t make the same guarantee.
    “Jon, please…I want you.” His inner beast felt like howling as she reached out to him.
    He forced the words “trust me” out before pulling her into his embrace. No longer willing to hold anything back, he touched her everywhere, exploring, roaming, learning her secrets. Bending down, he took her rose-colored nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before biting the tip. At her gasp of pain, he soothed her with a gentle rasp of his tongue. He moved to her other breast, repeating his motions. This time when he bit down, she moaned.
    “Beautiful.”
    She tugged roughly at his hair, obviously torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. After several moments worshipping her breasts, his hands moved to the button of her jeans. She shuddered, leaving Jon to wonder if it was due to fear or excitement. As he looked up at her face, he decided perhaps a little of both. He’d never shown her this side of himself. To her, he was sweet, affable, easygoing Jon. This man and the intensity he’d kept hidden for so many years had her reeling, struggling to adjust and keep up.
    Smiling to himself, he refused to make it easy on her. She’d driven him crazy tonight and he was ready to get back some of his own. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Carly.” He grasped the zipper tab to her jeans and pulled it down. “I think it’s time for another lesson.”
    She was gasping as she gripped his wrists. “Wait, Jon. Too