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enough pressure to make her scream out his name when he made her climax. Then he’d start all over again. Bury his cock to the hilt in her pussy until they were both so satiated they couldn’t move.
    His cock hardened, pushing against the fabric of his borrowed sweatpants. His balls tightened and he knew if he didn’t stop with the raunchy scenarios, he’d never last and, by the Gods, he wouldn’t be satisfied with a quickie.
    “You asked for me, Missy. Your exact phrasing… ‘Please, please send a Muse here, because unless I can write red-hot scenes, I’m out of a job’. And that’s me, Mr. Muse, and I plan on delivering the goods.”
    “What? How on earth did you know what I was thinking? I didn’t say it aloud.”
    “I’m a Muse and I inspire erotic poems and stories and you asked for me.”
    “Right, so no invisible potion, but you are a Muse from Greek mythology. Like that’s any easier to swallow. I prefer my mad-scientist-on-the-run idea.”
    “I’m more than up to the job of inspiring you to whatever erotic escapades you need to fulfill you.”
    “You mean my characters.”
    He smiled again at her and watched her shift restlessly on the spot. “Whatever floats your boat.”
    Jerking forward, he grabbed the bottle of beer she’d kept hold of and with the other hand, threw the lamp on the bed. Time to show Missy what he meant.
    Moving her backward until her ass hit the wall, he bought the icy bottle of almost-empty beer up to her mouth. Condensation had pooled around the outside. He rubbed it across her parted lips. Tipping the bottle up, he allowed a minute trickle of beer to run out. His eyes followed the motion of the liquid.
    Saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought of following it with his tongue. A harshly drawn breath from Missy snagged his attention again and he concentrated on moving the bottle against her satiny jaw and neck. She arched and he eased the glass to her luscious breasts. Her hard-tipped nipples jutted out from under her thin shirt and he moved the top of the bottle over her right nipple, eased around it and over the top until she moaned a sharp, breathless pant at him.
    Switching the bottle to her left nipple, he lavished the same attention on it. Soon the glass warmed and Eric needed her so badly, his hands shook and his legs wavered. The bottle fell from his hand and hit the carpet. He ignored it, more intent on watching Missy.
    Giving in to her heady temptation, he leaned forward and slowly licked her cleavage. He shuddered when her taste exploded on his tongue. Sweat, smoke and her spicy scent overwhelmed his senses. He moved his mouth to a nipple and bit gently through the cotton of her shirt.
    Her strangled cry was all the encouragement he needed. Eric suckled hard, pressing the fabric-covered tip to the roof of his mouth. She arched her body, head thrown back and breathy little mewls coming from her mouth. Eric covered her other breast with his hand, tweaking the nipple between thumb and forefinger as he continued to feast on its twin.
    Three more hard sucks had her stiffening and shaking, panting out his name. The climax caught her up and damn near dragged him along with it. The scent of female arousal in the room intensified. Musky. Earthy. Hell on his senses. He released her breasts and wrapped his arms tightly about her body. Nuzzling her throat, he jerked his hips and ground against her, his cock nestling between her thighs. He groaned, moving his hips forward and backward in a pale imitation of what he really wanted to do.
    Eric shuddered when Missy slid one hand around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. Another groan ripped from his throat as she inched her other hand down his front until her fingers trailed across his heavy erection. His cock jerked in reaction when she traced his length up one side and down the other. Then she angled her hand down and cupped the weight of his testes. She squeezed, the pressure gentle but firm, and he thought he’d