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clock hanging on the wall above his head, he flipped the pad closed and slipped it behind him on the chair. The grin he gave her was full of the mischief she loved about him…one of the hundreds of things she loved about him, anyway.
    “Nope,” he said, standing without taking his eyes off her.
    She frowned and moved to get up. “No?”
    “No. Don’t move.”
    Now those were some sweet words. Swallowing, she fell back in her former position. As his hands went to his belt and began to unfasten it while he stared at her like a starving man about to fall on a buffet, she licked her lips in a feeble attempt to replenish the moisture. Oh. God. Yes. She rubbed her thighs together wantonly in front of him, feeling the slickness between them, encouraging her body’s perpetual response to him. She let her fingers slide down over her quivering belly muscles, closer and closer, then opened her legs so he could see her wet folds.
    “ Sonofabitch,” he muttered, fingers seeming to fumble a bit as he worked his fly.
    She giggled with the heady intoxication of knowing she held this power over him and let her hand slip lower without taking her eyes from his face. Pushing him. “See anything you like?”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    The first brush of her fingertips over her clit caused her to suck in a breath and then sigh his name as if he were the one touching her. She wanted to rub herself to a frantic orgasm, but that was his job tonight. His eyes flared and she quickly moved her hand away, silently letting him know she would push that particular button of his right now.
    A few quick adjustments on his part and he was naked, his cock in his hand. Long, thick, beautiful, hard and ready with the silver beads on the top and bottom of the glans—those little beads in just the right place could have her coming within seconds if she was turned on enough. Now definitely qualified. Her own fingers when she dipped them shallowly into her pussy were no comparison to what he could give her. None.
    “Then come get it,” she said.
    She thought he might bust the coffee table to pieces in an effort to get to her; in the end he practically climbed over it. Reaching her, he crushed his mouth to hers, burying her under his weight on the couch, and she loved it, loved being pinned down and helpless under him. The heaviness of his erection rested on her thigh and she tried to wriggle her legs apart to give him space—
    Strong hands grasped her wrists and held them down; he pulled back and shook his head at her. “Uh-uh. You asked me to go down first. I’m just following orders.”
    All the curves he’d stared at while drawing her he touched now, every move swift and impatient, as if he couldn’t feel all of her fast enough. And then he was tasting her, his mouth hot on her neck, her breasts, her nipples, oh God yes, sucking the rings into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue until she writhed in desperation.
    Just as he drove her to the point of begging, he changed tactics, gained control of himself, slowed down. Threw her off balance in the way he loved to do. Even as she wanted to claw at him and tell him to hurry up and get her off, she managed to bring her own ragged emotions into check. The only thing better than Brian fucking her senseless was Brian making love to her.
    He barely left any part of her unkissed as he made his way down the length of her body. Without the burden of his weight on her, she opened her legs, giving him room. He slid his knees down onto the floor and grabbed her hips, pulling her until the backs of her thighs rested on his shoulders.
    For a long moment, he simply looked, and the heat in her face roared to an inferno. It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen her this way ; whenever the most secret part of her was laid bare in front of him, she could scarcely deal with the intimacy. Her hands trembled as she reached for his hair, itching to sink her fingers deep into the silk of it. Mess it up a bit more. His