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as my tongue worked his magic. The effect felt good, but even without it, he tasted clean and hot. His musk ran rich up my nose.
    I loved serving him like this. Having him half-dressed from the suit made him feel powerful even beyond his body. I held his member up and ran my tongue along the bottom, feeling him buck with every pass.
    I thrust my mouth back over him and swirled my tongue more insistently. He grabbed my hair.
    “No, baby,” he said. “I’m not done with you yet.”
    His strength threatened to lift me clean off. If I just gave in, he would drag me to his room and use my hair as reins to plunge into me from behind. I moaned on him at the thought, and that made him twitch harder.
    But there were still plenty of hours left. We’d have time to work our way back up to that.
    I wanted to win the first round.
    I popped off, looked up at his heaving, gorgeous face and said, “You said you’d give yourself to me. Well, come give me yourself now.”
    I took him full in one swift stroke. It took barely a lick of the tongue before he broke. He shuddered and uttered a deep voiceless roar of satisfaction that mad me shake with excitement. His hand was pressing, not pulling now. I opened wide and received the thick bursts that shot into my mouth.
    Finally, I pulled off, gasping. He lifted me to my feet.
    Forehead to forehead, we stood, tipping into each other for one kiss after another.
    “Jesus,” he said. “You spent me and I still want to take you.”
    I ran a hand down his rippling abs. “Then you better find your strength, fighter boy.”
    He gave me a final, teeth-clacking mess of a kiss, then scooped me up in his arms. I squealed.
    “With you around,” he said. “I’ll always find the inspiration.”
    We went into the bedroom and spent the night taking care of each other completely.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    The fight was going to be held in - of all places - a high school gymnasium in Sterling Heights. The principal must have been a fan or something. I couldn’t imagine wandering past my old school some weekend and seeing a bunch of redneck pickups and gangbanger low riders piled up in the parking lot.
    Ok, maybe I was just being a preppie princess, but that’s how it felt the one time I had gone to these things. This one was being run by a pretty highly rated security firm, and it had some VIPs attending on top. It should be even safer.
    I knew all this, because I was headed there. On my own.
    Sean had no idea I’d be there. Heck, I’d had no idea I was going till I’d finished talking to him on the phone as he was on his way to the fight.
    “Thanks for being there for me last night,” he’d said. His voice came through low and soft as if he was still inside me.
    “I was ready to take care of you a lot more,” I said, sprawled out on my bed and imagining him over me. “I could have gone for hours more, but you needed to sleep. Did you get enough rest?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I slept like an angel. You must have noticed before you woke me with that kiss.”
    “You did look calm, but you always look calm. No bad dreams?”
    “No dreams at all. You wiped me out.”
    I might have giggled before I stopped myself. He just made me feel so damn good about my body. I almost knew how good I looked by now, but the constant reminders were sweet.
    “Well, I hope your other preparations went well. Did Silvio give you a second-hand high? Wait, would that hurt or help?”
    “That’d be bad, Gabi. Slow reflexes are a bad thing.”
    “Dulls the pain though, right?”
    “Handling pain was never my problem. I lost on points the last couple times.”
    The silence stretched.
    “Hey,” I said. “That’s not going to happen tonight.”
    “Oh, I know that.”
    “You do? I mean, yeah, good.”
    He chuckled. “I know it because the last person I was with was you.”
    I eased over to the side of the bed. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, I didn’t see any of the other guys. Troy’ll meet me outside the cage