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reached behind her to untie her smock, drawing the fabric
away from her body before she fully noticed what he was doing. When the
material crumpled at her feet and he roamed his hands up her rib cage to cup
her breasts, she had no trouble following his moves. Her nipples hardened more,
drawn toward his fingers as if by magnets. She gasped when he tugged them both
simultaneously, arousing a flush of heat that encompassed her from head to toe.
    “Perfect size.” Then he showed her just what they were
perfect for.
    He closed his lips around one taut tip, his teeth providing
a welcome hint of pain. He repeated the action on her other breast. Never
before had her flesh been so thoroughly examined, so completely consumed.
Adrift, she rocked against his muscular thigh, seeking something to quell the
growing ache.
    “Feels good?”
    “Incredible.” She knew she was panting and didn’t care. “So
hot.”
    “You definitely fucking are,” he said with his mouth full of
her breast.
    His words scorched her skin, adding to her inner inferno.
She dampened further, the fabric between her legs soaking through
embarrassingly fast. As if on cue, he reached between their bodies and rubbed a
finger against her, groaning as he discovered what she already knew.
    Her leggings were toast.
    “Not a screamer, huh? Gonna prove you wrong.”
    She startled as he jerked his mouth back to hers. He didn’t
bother with niceties, just thrust his tongue deep while he yanked down her
pants.
    Even prepared—well, she thought she was prepared—she
moaned at his first seeking touch. It was winter. She shouldn’t be burning up
like this. But already she craved what he intended to do next. Whatever that
happened to be.
    Jeff kneeled before her and skated his lips down her torso
to her navel. He swirled his tongue in and out, bathing her in streaks of wet
sensation. But he didn’t head straight for the goal. Instead he eased back and
blew lightly, stirring her thatch of wet curls. She shivered, bracing her hands
on his shoulders. He drew her pussy lips apart, spreading them while he traced
the tip of his tongue around her swollen clit.
    Another glancing blow. The man excelled at them. Any more
and she’d be coming more quickly than… ever .
    “Wish you could see this,” he muttered.
    She looked down in alarm. “What?”
    “All this.” He blotted up the moisture along her slit,
lifting his glistening fingers for her inspection. She stared, unsure what she
should do. Her being wet was a good thing, right? But he seemed to be waiting.
For what, she had no clue.
    He swore under his breath and clasped her painfully distended
nipple, working the sensitive flesh until it gleamed like a wet black cherry.
The sight aroused her, especially when he rose up and sucked it between his
teeth before resuming his original task.
    She pressed the indents around her nipple, shocked by the
zings of heat that arrowed through her. They streaked straight to her clit, the
place currently occupying her lover’s attention.
    Her lover. God. How long had it been since she’d known the
simple joy of having one of those?
    Too long. Even if that reminded her she shouldn’t have lovers because she happened to be married—in name only—it didn’t diminish the
fluttering in her chest. This wasn’t hurting anyone who hadn’t already hurt her
and then walked away.
    Jeff gripped her thigh and anchored her leg on his shoulder
while he licked from her mound all the way down to near her ass. She held on
tight and wiggled at the continuing bursts of warmth, her hips flexing
uselessly with the need to be filled.
    “That’s it. Fuck my mouth.”
    She tentatively stroked the curling hair at his nape, her
explorations turning more daring as he latched on to her clit and drew hard
enough to make her vision spark. The flower on the canvas beside her seemed to
pop with color, the oranges and yellows bleeding together and pulsing with life.
But no, she was pulsing, inside and out, her