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to make. I might have
to insist now.”
    Layla grinned. Before she could reply, Ben had swooped down
once again. Shivers rocked through her body as he stroked his tongue out over
her cheek. She shrieked as he pierced his tongue into the tiny indentation her
dimple creased in her skin.
    “Do you have any idea how seductive those dimples are when
you grin?” he asked. The question seemed rhetorical as he immediately pulled
her closer and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She melted into him, her
body inflaming with the need that seared through her. Lust burned all shreds of
tiredness from her mind, arousal rolling liquid through her blood.
    Layla wrapped an arm around Ben’s waist and pulled herself
flush against his body. The heat of his hard muscles seeped through her
clothes. She craved to feel his flesh soft beneath her fingertips, the hard
plane of his chest pressing against her breasts and the feel of his hot, slick
shaft pushing into the flatness of her belly. Arching up into him, she moaned.
Her fingers rose to the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them each in
turn as their tongues fought for dominance.
    “Mmm, you have no idea how much I want to push you back
against this wall and fuck you. Right here. Right now,” Ben moaned thickly. His
hand disappeared up her skirt, his fingers stroking her wet lips through the
incredibly thin shield of her lace panties.
    Wrapping one leg around his slim hips, Layla pulled her
skirt high enough so she could lift her aching pussy and rub it against the
thick ridge tenting Ben’s pants.
    “I’m not stopping you,” she purred. “I’m hot, wet and aching
for you right now. I can’t think of a single reason for you to restrain
yourself.”
    “It will be fast, I can’t give you the foreplay you deserve,”
he warned her. Layla chuckled, looked deeply into his dark gaze.
    “If you touch me I’m likely to come immediately. You make me
hot, Jackson. You get this look in your eyes like I’m the last available item
on the menu and you’re starved. Oh yeah, that’s the look.”
    Ben shoved her skirt up to her waist, both his hands now
pressing inside her lacy panties. He attempted to tug them down her thighs,
growling as the delicate fabric refused to stretch to his liking. With a hard
yank he tore the lace, removing the item from her body in two ragged pieces. He
sniffed them and a bolt of lightning struck Layla in the stomach.
    “You smell of sex and musk,” he said darkly. Layla licked
her suddenly dry lips. She could only gaze at him, all words and thought having
left her in an overpowering wave of lust.
    Utterly open to his every touch now, Layla shivered as Ben
stroked his fingers over her slick, swollen lips and up to stroke over her
clit. The juices he had gathered on his fingers lubricated the hard nub. He rubbed
her clit, stimulating her pleasure and driving her closer to the brink.
    “I have regular tests,” he panted, clearly restraining
himself only barely. “I’m clean, I swear I am. I want to feel you, all of you,
naked and surrounding me.”
    Layla moaned, pleased that she had always been so careful of
her personal health.
    “I have suppression shots, I won’t fall pregnant,” she
promised him. “My last series of blood tests were perfectly clean. Please, Ben,
just fuck me. I need you inside me. I’m burning up here.”
    Without waiting a moment further, he freed his shaft, tilted
her hips to the angle of his liking and stroked the length of his cock over her
swollen pussy. In seconds he was slick from her juices, fully lubricated and
both of them couldn’t catch their ragged breaths. Panting hard, Layla’s head
fell back with a small thump onto the wall as he plunged deeply into her
warmth.
    Ben withdrew with agonizing slowness, then thrust into her
in a long, hard stroke. Meshed together, they bumped against the cardboard-thin
wall. Groaning, he withdrew and stroked into her again, and again, and again.
Each time he pressed her back a