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being up for this or something else ridiculous?”
    “Maybe. But it might have been ‘put your sweet mouth on my cock’.”
    She grinned and licked her lips. “That’s better.”
    “Sara.” His voice was thick.
    “Yeah?”
    “Put your sweet mouth on my cock.”
    There was her Mac. The hot, sexy, demanding but sweet man who made her love him more every day and who could get her hot and wet—in or out of the shower—in three point two seconds.
    She leaned in and did as he’d said. She sucked the tip into her mouth, sliding slowly down as far as she could, then applying her tongue as she dragged back up the length. She swirled her tongue around the tip before lifting her head, then doing it all again. Her hand grasped the root of his shaft, pumping slowly as she sucked.
    His finger tightened in her hair, but he didn’t move her head, or his hips. And she knew he was holding back. Mac always tried to let her take the lead, tried to lie back and give her some control, but it never lasted long. It was his nature to be in charge and she didn’t mind a bit.
    And she loved making him lose the little bit of control he did try to have.
    She picked up the rhythm, sucking and stronger harder and faster.
    His fingers tightened further and she felt him move slightly, the smallest thrust, but she grinned to herself.
    She looked up into his eyes—knowing he loved that—and took him deeper, then released him to lick down the length of his cock. His eyes were riveted on her and she took the opportunity to lift a hand to her breast, circling then tugging on the nipple.
    His nostrils flared and he thrust again, seemingly unable to control the urge.
    “Put me up against the wall,” she said. “Please. I need you.”
    “You’re messing with me,” he accused, but his words were a bit breathless.
    She stroked up. “What do you mean?”
    “I was worried about you. I needed to take care of you, make sure you’re okay, but you’re getting your way. You know just how to play me.”
    She nodded. “I know what you really needed. You need to feel me being okay, Mac. You need to know that I am so good that I can go down on you in the shower.”
    “You’re so good, huh?”
    “ So good.”
    “Up for anything? Ready for it all?”
    She shivered in anticipation. She occasionally got cocky with him to push him to the point where all he wanted was to make her beg, then scream with pleasure. When Mac got that tone in his voice it meant he was going to test her bravado. And that was always fun. “Anything you’ve got,” she told him.
    “Get up and turn around.”
    She did, slowly.
    “Let’s go, Princess Sara. Our thirty minutes is almost up.”
    Ah, Princess Sara. That was different than the times he just called her princess. It was a role playing thing that had started one night spontaneously. But it was rooted in some reality.
    She’d always been considered a princess by her family and friends. Everyone looked out for her, everyone considered her softer and sweeter than her sister Jessica, but she was also spoiled and had been able to get away with almost anything. And Mac had been the worst. He’d constantly been there to watch over and indulge her.
    In their role playing, she was the princess, used to everyone waiting on her, jumping at the snap of her fingers, and he was the servant who had nothing to offer but the best sex of her life—and it was so good that she was willing to give up her riches, her power, everything, just to have him touching her.
    Mac gave her so much more than that, but there was something that really got him going when they pretended that he could so overwhelm her sexually that nothing else mattered.
    “Hands on the wall and bend over, your Highness.”
    She grinned and complied, wiggling her ass as she did it. “Like this?”
    “Now say please. Really nice and sincere.” His hand slipped around to her belly. He rubbed over the curve before sliding down to cup her where the familiar, delicious