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the moment, she could only imagine that he was looking at her.
    Looking at her pussy.
    And as she imagined that, she became so painfully aware of how wet she was that hot color flooded her cheeks.
    He still wasn’t touching her. How did she look to him? What was he thinking?
    The women he was usually with probably did the whole Brazilian wax thing. She went for regular bikini waxes, not because she expected a man to be spending any time down there but because swimming was her exercise and spent three days a week in a bathing suit, even in the winter. So she was neat and trimmed but not…exotic.
    He still wasn’t touching her. Oh God, oh God, oh God. She was so much less sophisticated than the women he was used to. She’d been around women like that all her life, even if she’d been too crippled by her social anxiety disorder to be one of those women herself, and she’d always felt rough and unfinished next to their polished perfection.
    She felt that way now. Rough and unfinished and exposed—literally.
    And then, finally, Keith said something.
    “Why, Sarah. I’m shocked.”
    His voice was low and husky, and the sound shivered along her nerve endings.
    “You kept saying no, and all that time you were wet for me.”
    He trailed his finger over her again, but this time there was nothing between his skin and hers.
    And then the most mortifying thing of all happened. His touch felt so good that she opened for him. The folds of her body parted with a little rush of honeyed moisture, and Keith’s hand went still.
    “Fuck,” he whispered.
    Every inch of her skin seemed to burn. She tried to squirm away from him, but he gripped her hip with one hand and covered her pussy with the other. “I don’t think so,” he said with a low chuckle. His big palm pressed against her, and when she squirmed again he pressed harder. And then, suddenly, she found herself digging her heels into the bed so she could bring her body closer to that insistent warmth.
    “That’s what I thought,” he said, and she felt his body settling between her legs. “I’m going to taste you now, Sarah.”
    She froze. “Keith—no.” It was the first time she’d used his name tonight. “I’ve never done that. I don’t want to do that.”
    He used his hands to frame her, his index fingers on either side of her mound and his thumbs stroking softly over her tender skin.
    “I’m going to do whatever I want to you. For as long as I want.”
    His thumbs pressed into her flesh as he parted her, and then his tongue stroked her inner folds in a slow, erotic slide.
    Her body jerked as though she’d been shocked.
    “Stay still,” he ordered her.
    “I...I can’t.”
    One of his hands slid underneath her, and her whole body tensed when she felt the tip of his finger at her anus.
    “Which would you rather have? My finger in your ass or my tongue on your pussy?”
    Shit. “Your tongue!” she gasped.
    “Where?”
    She swallowed. “On...on my pussy.”
    His finger brushed lightly over her anus. “If you fight me, I’ll fuck you here—with my finger if you’re lucky and my cock if you’re not. So I’d suggest staying very still while I eat you out.”
    Her heart thumped in heavy beats against her ribs. Keith put his hands on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and caressed her softly from hip to knee, over and over, until the seductive gentleness of his touch became almost hypnotic.
    No matter what happened, she would stay still. She could handle anything if it meant not having Keith’s finger—or any other part of him—in her ass.
    “Good girl,” he said softly, and then his hands gripped her hips and his tongue was on her again.
    Her cuffed hands fisted as she took a long, shuddering breath.
    She’d fantasized about oral sex, of course. She’d fantasized about a lot of things she didn’t do in real life. But her imagination hadn’t prepared her for this.
    His tongue was so soft. Like wet velvet. He was in no hurry at all, just