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ass cheeks clenching from
her instinctive attempts to hold his tongue inside her pussy.
    “Not like this,” she whispered, pulling on his hair more
roughly than she’d intended.
    He lifted his chin, setting it on her belly. When she saw
all the moisture smeared around his lips, she inhaled a shuddery breath.
“Sorry. Didn’t hear you. Head’s about to explode,” he said, his tone reverent.
    She smiled, shocked she could while she was so embarrassed
and overwhelmed. And aroused. Especially aroused. “I’d like to feel
your,” say it, dammit, “cock inside me when I…when we…”
    Luckily he rescued her from the most pathetic command ever.
“Works for me.”
    “My bedroom’s just down the hall,” she began.
    He stood and crossed the room to retrieve his plastic bag.
It was only then she noticed he’d yet to remove a stitch of clothing.
    Some lover she was. She’d thought Lon was selfish?
    “Fuck the bedroom.” He arched a brow as if he expected her
to argue. “We’re doing this right here.”
    “Is fuck your favorite verb?” Karyn asked breathlessly as he
came back to her, condom in hand.
    Make that condoms. He had a whole handful.
    “Verb, adjective, adverb.”
    She licked her lips as he shucked his sweatshirt, tossing it
aside without a care for where it landed. The thermal was next, then his jeans,
which he dispatched in about ten seconds flat. Down to just his boxers, he
hooked a finger in the waistband, grinning at her inability to look away. He
pulled them down slowly, baring his firm cock. His firm, long, thick cock.
    Even when she’d fantasized, what she’d come up with hadn’t
ever matched this reality. She’d never envisioned a sexy, borderline grouchy
guy with a glint in his eye and an erection this tempting. Surely a guy
couldn’t get that hard if he saw her as just a run-of-the-mill
schoolteacher.
    “Adverb? How can you use fuck as an adverb?”
    “Easy.” Jeff wrapped his arm around her and rubbed his foil
packets against her back in wordless promise. He nibbled her lower lip, biting
down. She cried out at the sensations that rolled through her, gathering
between her legs in a molten rush. “Hear that? Well, that’s just the start. I’m
going to make you come so fuckingly hard your neighbors are going to
hear you scream.”
    She reached up to trace the smile lines around his mouth.
“I’m really not a screamer.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Jeff,” she started, surprised by the way his nose flared
and his jaw tensed as if she’d jabbed him with a sharp stick. Maybe she had.
His pride anyway.
    “Karyn,” he countered, his expression turning intense. “God,
I love a challenge.”
    He guided her toward the window seat and pressed her face
first against the cold glass, making her throw her hands out to hold herself
back from the icy pane. She always kept the curtains tied back to let in
natural light. Nothing would hide her nudity from view if anyone happened to
walk by outside.
    She was naked with a stranger. Naked with a stranger in
front of a window . What the hell was she thinking?
    But that was the whole point. She wasn’t thinking. Much. And
God, it felt great.
    Her nipples stiffened in the sudden draft as he pushed her
closer to the window. Freezing air wafted over her blazing-hot torso and she
cried out again at the difference in temperature.
    “Get on your knees.”
    She almost started to argue before sense prevailed. Why
would she argue against something that would probably feel amazing? She trusted
him to bring her pleasure. He’d taken her further already than she’d been in
years.
    Karyn kneeled and closed her eyes, envisioning how she must
look. Nude, hands slapped against the glass. Though she’d eagerly abandoned
most rational thought, she couldn’t help imagining what elderly Mr. Nelson next
door would think if he made the mistake of looking at her house at the wrong
moment. But why would Mr. Nelson—or anyone else—be up at almost one a.m.?
    When Jeff