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halt.
    “What
are you doing?” he said through clenched teeth.
    “I
want to touch you,” she gasped.
    “I
say when you can touch me.”
    “But—”
    His
fingers pressed against her lips and he tsked as if scolding a young child. A wicked smile tugged at his mouth—a smile she
thought worthy of Satan when he was up to no good—and he slid the fingers
resting against her lips down between their bodies, slowly over one nipple, and
finally up her thigh. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and his thumb
settled over her clit. She sucked in a lungful of air as electricity pulsed
through every nerve ending.
    “You
are so fucking wet for me already.” He glided those clever fingers over her
panties again and again, teasing her clit with expertise.
    She
squirmed against him as wetness seeped between her thighs. Her stomach muscles
clenched, and his finger danced in circles over her clit until she thought
she’d scream or pass out. She squeaked when he tore her panties from her body
and slid one long finger inside. Her inner muscles clamped around him greedily,
pulling him deeper. Although she was inexperienced, her body’s instincts took
over.
    “I
want you to come for me, Wilhemina.”
    He
plunged deeper into her then retreated, her body drenching him with each
thrust. Once, twice, while his thumb danced a lazy circle over her clit, and
then she did what he asked, what he commanded. She came with a ferocity that
melted her bones and left her body a quivering mass.
    She
watched, mesmerized, as he brought his hand up to his mouth and slowly licked
his finger.
    “Mmm.
You taste like honey.”
    Before
she could say a word, before the screeching heat of her blush could once again
hit her cheeks, his mouth slammed down on hers. He was thorough, rough, but
didn’t hurt her. He was in complete control, and he possessed her with every
stroke of his tongue, demanding her submission with every nip, every caress. At
that point, she was more than willing to salute him as commander and let him do
with her as he pleased because they hadn’t even had sex yet, and he’d already
given her the best mind-blowing orgasm of her life. Even she, who knew her body
better than anyone, had never been able to bring herself to the apex of that
kind of pleasure.
    “Touch
me now, Wilhemina.”
    And
just like that, her hands were no longer entrapped. She voraciously ran her
fingers over his shoulders, down to his abs, and back up to his chest. He was
all hard muscle just as she’d thought, and before she could stop herself, she
reached around to give his ass a squeeze. He growled, and she felt like
shouting “glory be” from the mountain tops because she’d been so right about
his ass. She’d definitely be able to bounce a quarter off it. Hell, she could
probably bounce a half-dollar off it.
    He
reached for her hand and pushed it down to his cock.
    “Touch
me here.”
    “Oh
my.” She gasped.
    He
was massive. When she cupped him, he pushed his hips against her. She thought
he might bust out of the leather pants at any moment. So he was blessed in
every way. Gorgeous. Perfect body. Well-endowed. But the whisper of fear slid
through her mind. He was not going to fit. Before her doubts had time to take
sufficient root in her brain, he carried her to a table in the back of the
room, one she hadn’t noticed until he set her on the edge of the cool wood
surface, and promptly kneeled between her thighs.
    A
strangled cry escaped her lips when he buried his face between her legs. His
wicked tongue slid along her folds, dipped inside, then danced over her clit.
Her skin ached with need and burned with the passion he was stoking inside her.
He growled against her, the vibrations sending a jolt of fire scorching through
her.
    “I
can’t wait to fuck this pretty little tight pussy of yours,” he mumbled in
between licks.
    No
one had ever talked to her like that, and it had the complete opposite effect
on her she would have thought it would. Had