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slow plunge, then rocked against her, swirling his cock inside because she was so damn hot, so wet he didn’t want it to end. “You said I should call you ma’am outside this place.”
    “When we’re in public.”
    “That mean—”
    “That I’d like to see more of you? What do you think?”
    “I think next time I want a bed, somethin’ soft under you, because I don’t want to bang you ’til you’re bruised.”
    “Maybe I’ll like that.”
    A laugh escaped him. He shook away the sweat rolling from his hairline. “Give me the word.”
    “Doughnut?” she quipped.
    “Permission, Mistress.”
    “Careful,” she purred. “I’ll fall in love with you.”
    “That be so bad?”
    She raised both eyebrows, and then fell back again. “You may come. Take me, Gus.”
    Smoothing his hands up her calves, he guided them around his neck and bent over the bench, gripping both sides. “Hold on tight.”
    Her feet crossed behind him, her belly curved, and she pulled him closer. When his head hovered over hers, he began to fuck her in earnest, pounding at her pussy, the strokes shallower but faster, his groin smacking her slick flesh.
    He watched her face, the way her cheeks reddened, the dip of her eyelids as her excitement escalated. He’d never seen a woman so beautiful, or pleasure so lush. Control held by a thread, he continued, his motions quickening, breaths ragged and deep.
    When her head tilted back and her mouth rounded, moans gusting with every hard thrust, he knew she was close. “Touch it,” he said. “Touch your clit, baby.”
    She slid a hand between them, but he didn’t pull away to watch her rub. He kept his gaze glued on her face as her brows drew together and her breath caught. He knew the moment she came because her legs jerked apart and her crotch jammed against him and held. Her body vibrated and a long, choked scream echoed in the room.
    Only then did he let go, pummeling her, his movements losing rhythm but gaining power. He hammered home, straining, darkness closing in, narrowing his vision. He exploded, giving a harsh shout, thrusting deep and holding as come erupted, filling the condom in scalding pulses. He gentled the motion of his hips, reluctant to stop, wanting to draw out the pleasure, but the moment came when he realized she lay still beneath him.
    He opened his eyes, slid from inside her and straightened. More than anything, he wanted to lie over her, wrap his arms around her and wait until both their bodies recovered.
    However, Aislinn’s eyes snapped open. She eased up from the bench, swung her legs to the side and stood. Her knees gave, and he bit back a grin as he hauled her back up. “Forget how to walk?” he murmured.
    “I remember just fine. And you forget your place.”
    “It’s okay. I won’t take it personally. I wasn’t expectin’ it either.”
    Her head swung his way. “Expecting what?”
    “To want you this much. To feel this happy.” He shrugged as she stared. “But it’s okay. I’ll wait ’til you’re ready to admit it too.”
    She cleared her throat and straightened away from him. “Someone will come to help you clean up.”
    “After care? Really?” He gave her a look that said she needed it more.
    Her chin shot up. She rolled down her skirt, bent and swiped her corset from the ground, turned it this way and that like she was trying to figure out how to put it on, then tossed it away in disgust. Head held high, she sailed out of the room.
    Gus began to follow her, but Mondo stood in the doorway an arm blocking his way and his head turning to follow Aislinn as she marched away. “Not something I’ve seen before,” Mondo drawled.
    “Like you’ve never seen her tits?”
    “Oh, I’ve seen her completely nude. But I’ve never seen her look anything less but completely in control. Dios! Leave you two alone for a few minutes and look what you do.”
    Gus grinned. “She’s somethin’.”
    Craig strolled down the hallway, hands shoved deep in his