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her.
    God—more of that.
    She could hear herself. Not speaking, they weren’t words, but sounds of pleasure.
    One hand in his hair, the other flat against the cushions, she rubbed herself against his tongue. There was no gentle, toe-curling build-up. There was just need. The need to orgasm. To lose herself in this. It was a race toward the edge.
    His arms flexed, forcing her hips down onto the cushions.
    She arched her back more, seeking that spot. The perfect touch that would push her flying over the edge.
    All at once, he found it.
    Her breathing hitched and for a second she was falling—only to fly. Release was sharp, sweet, and near painful. She tightened her grip in his hair, all the muscles in her body fluttering, caught in the euphoric free-fall of bliss.
    His tongue did a thing, amping up the orgasm to a twenty. His name bubbled up her throat, though when she opened her mouth all she did was scream her release, her hips undulating against his mouth, riding out the orgasm in his arms until there was nothing left and she was boneless and weary.
    For minutes, maybe an hour, she lay on the sofa, panting for breath, her vision hazy.
    That was for sure a first.
    Screaming orgasms?
    Okay, so not just for porn.
    Good to know.
    Marco eased her legs off his shoulders, guiding them to the sofa. He was such a contradiction. A bit of an asshole, yet thoughtful. Clearly a bad boy, yet he’d been careful with her. She’d had lovers who were rougher, even a little cruel. He was none of those.
    Fiona was too boneless to do anything but watch him stand and stare at her.
    “I think you’re wet enough now.” His heavy-lidded gaze left no question what she was wet enough for.
    Fiona reached for him first, grasping the double-skull belt buckle and pulling it free. He straddled her with one foot on the floor and his knee on the sofa. She bit her lip and worked the tab through the stiff denim.
    “Easy,” he muttered when she grasped the zipper.
    “Like this?” She slid her hand into his jeans, cupping his erection and easing the zipper down. Maybe he was right. She wasn’t boring, simply uninspired by the men in her life.
    Marco pushed his jeans down enough to be out of the way, but not completely off. He braced one hand on the back of the sofa and watched her. She hooked her fingers in the elastic band and bit her lower lip. There really wasn’t any going back after this. Not that she wanted him to go anywhere for at least the next thirty minutes. After that, well, it wasn’t like they were moving in together, or looking to date. All that mattered was now. This moment.
    She pulled his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock and balls.
    He was well formed. Thick. And hard.
    Best decision ever.
    Fiona wrapped her hand around him and stroked his length.
    “Do you have a condom?” She was pretty sure she hadn’t tossed the ones she’d had, but wasn’t all that sure.
    “I got us covered.” His voice was rougher than even earlier.
    She brought his erection to her chest, held it to her sternum and stroked with her fingers, exploring his shape and size.
    Marco rocked forward, rubbing his cock through the valley of her breasts.
    There was something…taboo about her being completely naked, while he was mostly clothed. It was wild, naughty, and completely out of the norm for her life. Now, at least.
    He pumped his hips, and she pressed her breasts together.
    His cheeks were sunken in, and his focus was completely on her.
    He wasn’t forever material, but he was here now, and that was what she needed. This man. To make her feel alive.
    Marco muttered a curse and gripped her at the waist and shoulder. He forcefully flipped her so fast she was left a little light-headed and disoriented. At least until he palmed her ass. She pushed her hips up, more than ready for round two.
    As talented as his mouth was…she wanted the full experience.
    Fiona peered over her shoulder and watched Marco pull out his wallet. Ah, the emergency condom.