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earlier, he’d skipped underwear. She had a new appreciation for going commando.
    Leaning forward, she inhaled his musky, male scent. Darting her tongue out before she could chicken out, she licked him from sac to head, swirling her tongue over the slit that wept there. He moaned. A long low sound that made her core tingle and her pussy cream.
    She fought back a squeal of triumph. Why hadn’t she ever tried this before? The still functioning part of her brain whispered that it was the bond, but she shoved it away. She’d deal with that later. Right now she only wanted to enjoy this newfound feeling of sex appeal.
    Wrapping her hand around the base, she eased her lips over the head of his penis. His hips jerked once, but he held himself still. Her estimation of him rose, and she set about exploring his contours. Sucking on the head like a lollipop, she let her hand slide up and down his length. Her grip grew harder and faster as she discovered a comfortable rhythm. He growled low in his throat, and she released the suction, afraid it was too much. Did she hurt him? Peeking up at him, she decided not. His eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched. Pulling his cock farther into her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down its length. He stretched her mouth, and she was afraid she would reach her own limits before he came. Abruptly the decision was out of her control. He pulled away, making a popping sound as he exited her mouth, and then jerked her to her feet.
    The woman was going to kill him. The last thing he expected from Summer Lambert today was a blowjob, but there was she was on her knees, mouth wrapped around him, and about to rock his world.
    As much as Jackson welcomed her enthusiasm, he had to make sure she understood this was a reciprocal relationship. Even if it did, in fact, kill him.
    So he forced himself to pull away from her and got her on her feet. Now what, genius? He grunted. Like he didn’t know what to do with a willing woman? Picking her up, he set her on the edge of his desk and went to work on the buttons of his old shirt. Fingers shaking, it was slow work. The hell with this . Taking the bottom edges in each hand, he ripped upward. The buttons popped, flying through the air, and her husky laugh teased his senses. His wolf howled for release; it wanted the woman now.
    Dropping his gaze, he took in her pose. Sitting on the desk, knees spread wide with the shirt hanging open and exposing her hard nipples, hands braced flat behind her, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He leaned forward. With one hand splayed across her back, the other found her pussy warm and wet. Sighing with relief, he stepped forward and guided his cock to her entrance. With one sure stroke, she was wrapped around him, hot and pulsing.
    He gritted his teeth and forced himself to be still. He wouldn’t last long. Reaching between them, he found her clit and circled over it with his thumb. It swelled under his gentle touch, and he increased the pressure. Gasping, she moved against him and dropped her head back. He sucked in a breath at the scene. Her spine was arched, pushing her breasts up. Looking down, he watched his dick slide in and out of her, his thumb moving across her clitoris. Leaning forward, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked, adding a not so gentle bite. And then she cried out, and her cunt tightened and loosened in steady rhythm around him, pulsing with her orgasm.
    Driven by the primitive needs of his species, he rammed through her shudders, determined to take her as only he could. He could force her to the peak of orgasm over and over again, as any good mate should. He could hold her there or release her. He could test both their limits in unimaginable ways.
    He was driven to do so.
    Slowing his thrusts, he released her breast and trailed a line of kisses up her chest, along the line of her collarbone and back to the hollow between her shoulder and neck. He sucked the delicate skin there between