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funny,” he rasped, wanting to glare at her, but his bloody eyes wouldn’t open.
    “No,” she whispered, sucking hard on the side of his neck as she palmed his cock. “It wouldn’t be cute trying to sell jewelry from a maimed designer.”
    My God, her mouth, her hands. He groaned as he yanked her out of her clothes. Two pulls and her shirt was gone. Her strapless bra was black and lacy and beautiful, and he told her to “take it off right now or I’ll shred it.”
    She did, shimmying free and tossing it aside.
    “If I touch you I may completely lose my shit,” he confessed, swallowing as he looked at her gently swaying breasts, her slender frame momentarily balanced on one foot as she finished undressing.
    The hair over her pussy was very short, like a shadow. He licked his lips as she walked into his arms, groaning as he squeezed her to him hard. Soon, soon, he told his cock.
    He buried his face in her neck, his hands roaming lavishly over her back and bottom as he walked her toward the bed. He landed on top of her with a soft whump, and immediately ground himself against her.
    “I want to fuck the shit out of you. I’ve gotta calm down,” he leaned away, moved as though to break their bodies apart.
    She stopped moving, and he instantly took advantage by pressing her flat into the bed.
    “You feel so good,” he whispered. “Perfect.”
    He rolled them to their sides and kissed her, moaning at her taste. It felt like forever not days since he’d had her tongue. Her flavor was complex, and he stroked deep and slow as he tried to figure it out.
    “Take your hair down,” he whispered, already longing for the long strands to tease his heated skin.
    He wanted to pull it, rub it, have it wrapped around his hands and tangled around their bodies as they tore up the bed. He pulled back to watch, his hands clenching and unclenching around her waist. She made a seductive meal out of taking down her bun, slender arms framing her lovely face. He thrust both hands in immediately. Silky curls wound themselves around his fingers the way he wanted her to wind around him.
    They slid together easily, like they had history. A soft sexy one full of lush, sweat soaked memories. She fit herself easily into the planes of his body. Legs around his hips, arms around his neck, cheek rubbing against his, breath rasping at his ear as her small, capable hands filled with his flesh and squeezed.
    He shuddered, grunting as his breath left his body in a rush. One hand grabbed the back of her neck; she looked ready. Slow-eyed, full lips parted and damp, she looked so unbearably sexy he worried when he got inside her he wouldn’t last.
    “Shit,” he whispered, anxious as he rubbed their noses.
    She laughed, and something in his belly lightened, but his ardor did not cool.
    “I don’t have anything with me.”
    She broke away, and he let her go reluctantly, watching as she crawled across the bed to the nightstand. He couldn’t resist tracing the long line from waist to ass to thigh to knee – Jesus, those legs were something – as she moved away. She pulled a condom from a box, then stopped to check the label. He grinned when she muttered a date three months in the future; she was checking the expiration date.
    “Get two.”
    She grinned over her shoulder and obligingly went back for another. She tossed them in front of him on the bed. Then, knees sprawled wide, she leaned against the headboard and waited.
    It took him perhaps a third of a second to reach her, and she squealed with laughter when he yanked her to him by the ankle. She was still chuckling when he settled between her thighs and bound her wrists in one hand above her head.
    She smiled up at him, eyes sparkling as he looked her over. Tumbled black hair, lips plump and damp from his kisses, dewy brown skin everywhere, she was stunning. He was going to fuck her until one of them passed out, and he was praying it was him.
    He made quick work of one condom and nudged her. She