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wanted the intense
pleasure that lay between her legs. Hunt hadn’t resumed licking her there
again. When he stopped moving his fingers within her, she finally chanced a
look.
    He was already watching her, wearing
that same pleased expression she’d seen before. Heat prickled her chest, throat
and cheeks.
    As though he enjoyed her surprise—or
was it embarrassment?—he winked.
    Not expecting it, she smiled, then moaned lewdly as he resumed licking her.
     
    She tasted so good, Hunt had to curb
his desire, fearful he’d hurt her. She smelled better than he’d first thought.
Even the finest perfume couldn’t compete. There was a
delicateness to her scent along with a vibrant, earthy quality that kept
him off guard. The same as he’d done to her by winking.
    He’d seen her surprise at his
playful intimacy. He treasured her smile. Her unguarded joy was for him alone,
not because of anything Tim and David were also doing.
    Eager to reward her, Hunt eased his
fingers deeper into her cunt, spreading them and stretching her so she’d know
what was coming next. Him inside of her, buried so fully neither of them could
get away. He didn’t care who was on top, as long as he was within. He was going
to have her vaginally, orally and anally before the night was through.
    Thinking of that, he moved his free
hand to the furrow between her cheeks and stroked her tight pink ring.
    She shot to her toes again, then came down hard, her heels clacking on the floor.
    David cut off her appreciative grunt
with another kiss. Tim growled, then resumed sucking
her nipples. They were rosy and tight from his attention, the tips glinting
from his wet kisses.
    Hunt knew Tim wouldn’t be content
with foreplay much longer and couldn’t blame him. He also wanted more.
    He demanded to have her first.
    Measuring the strokes of his tongue,
he again drove Magique close to the edge, only to
pause as he had earlier. She squirmed and bent her knees in an attempt to get
closer to him, to force him to continue.
    Tim slid his hand down her torso,
heading for her clit.
    No fucking way. Hunt latched onto
her nub, his tongue flicking it as fast as possible, his nose pressed to her
delicate curls. He filled himself with her fragrance, enjoying her musk the
most.
    She came without pause, her legs
tensing, her arms yanking his tie.
    That’s it, baby, fight as much as you want. It didn’t matter—no way was he going
to let her go. At least not yet.
    While she continued to pant, Hunt
stood, shouldering David and Tim away.
    “What the fuck,” Tim complained.
    “Yeah,” David chimed in.
    “Shut up,” Hunt said. He cupped her
buttocks in his hands and lifted Magique up and into
him.
    She needed no further guidance,
wrapping her legs around his hips, using the tie’s slack to rest her upper arms
on his shoulders, her forearms cradling his head.
    He slanted his mouth over hers,
kissing her deeply so she couldn’t object to what he wanted and had to do. He
couldn’t wait any longer, sensing she couldn’t either. It was in the way she
snuggled into him, trying to get closer, coaxing his tongue deeper into her
mouth. As she moaned in what sounded like expectation, he lifted his cock and
positioned it, entering her in one hard thrust.
    Aw, damn. She was tight, hot, his. Hunt’s ears buzzed. His body felt
heavy and weak at such pleasure, and it hadn’t even begun.
    Magique must have sensed his reaction to finally being inside her.
She tightened her legs around his hips for added support.
    With one arm around her waist and
the other beneath her ass, Hunt held her close, letting her know she wasn’t
getting away…nor would he allow her to fall…he wouldn’t hurt her.
    She responded to his increasingly
tender caress, softening even more. Funny thing, her trust in him made Hunt
harder than hell, not to mention demanding. He pumped once, twice, vaguely
aware of Tim and David in the background, both of them bitching up a storm.
    Didn’t
matter. Nothing short of