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she’d been seeing after her divorce had helped her make sense of it, but dammit—he was using it against her.
    “Leave me the hell alone.” She tried to wriggle free but he held her effortlessly. A smile was spreading across his face and she knew with certainty he was aware of her own arousal.
    “I don’t think that’s what you want. I think you want something else.”
    Just because her body was begging for his didn’t mean she had to listen. She’d pushed away her own physical needs for the better part of a decade before he’d waltzed back into her life. But he didn’t give her a chance to protest, his lips crashing down on hers.
    Claiming, dominating, his mouth gentled when she stopped struggling. His tongue rubbed and explored even as he held her immobile. Fire swept through her as honey drenched her panties. She didn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused, this needy. Her pussy ached to have him inside and she sighed under his lips when his fingers glided up her thigh, enabled by the slit in her dress.
    “That’s my good girl,” he crooned, lifting his mouth slightly before trailing kisses across her jaw to nibble on her ear. His questing fingers slid between her legs and under the elastic of her panties. “So wet for me, just the way you should be.”
    She choked as a thick digit penetrated her cunt and his thumb brushed her clit. His lips kissed and licked a path down her neck and she arched her back to give him more access, no longer able to fight the building explosion deep inside. If only one more time, she desperately needed to be with Seb again. To feel how alive she’d felt all those years ago when anything seemed possible.
    “Oh God,” she whispered hoarsely, his magic fingers torturing her as his tongue played in the valley between her breasts before dipping under the bodice and licking an already hard nipple. “Seb, please.”
    “I like it when you say please, Mandy.” His words rumbled against her skin, his breath tickling the wet flesh. At some point he’d let go of her wrists and her hands had snuck up around his neck to tangle in his silky blond hair. He must have noticed as he pulled away, his expression stamped with passion. “You know touching me without permission isn’t allowed. You know the rules.”
    Want warred with logic.
    If she had any self-respect at all she would straighten her clothes and march out of this room and away from Seb. But the fact was she’d been alone and empty too long.
    Want won and logic fled.
    She placed her hands on the vanity, her fingers gripping the edge as she fought the urge to explore his hard body. She remembered it well but yearned to reacquaint herself with it and see if he was as truly magnificent as her memories kept telling her. Surely no one could be that gorgeous.
    “That’s better.” He smiled his approval and she felt the familiar warmth of pleasing him. “Place your hands behind you and leave them there. If you move them I won’t let you come.”
    Knowing he would keep his word, she braced her hands behind her back, the marble vanity cold under her palms. His rough fingers found the hidden zipper on the side of her dress and pulled it down, the cool air hitting her overheated skin and the bodice falling away from her breasts.
    “Offer them to me, Mandy.” His deep, commanding voice made her shiver even as his hard cock pressed against the heat of her pussy. She arched her back until her breasts sat up high.
    “Please, Sir.” Her voice broke and she had to swallow hard to get the words out. He stood there motionless waiting for her to continue, his patience endless. “Please, Sir. Take me.”
    He grinned his acceptance and a fresh rush of cream flooded her pussy. This was what she’d longed for all those nights alone. It was almost surreal that it was truly happening. Maybe she’d hit her head on the stairs to the beach and this was all a dream. Perhaps it would all go away when she awoke.
    His hands cupped