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He did not answer her. On some level, she had known that he would not.
    She tried to relax, to just accept the stillness and the silence. Her chest rose and fell with her quickening breath.
    And then, finally, she felt the tip of his tongue graze her clit. It was so faint, she almost worried that she’d imagined it. But then, no, he gave her what she wanted: His tongue pressed deep inside, teasing her with the promise of how he would later penetrate her with his fingers and his cock. She moaned, reaching for his hands, pulling them to her. Maddeningly, he would not touch her except with his mouth. And then, not even that.
    Again, the silence, the stillness, and then the air on her wet pussy. She reached for him and found his stiff cock. She ran her hand up and down it, her heart pounding. His hands toyed with her hard nipples, grazing them with his fingertips until the quivering between her legs was unbearable. She slid her hands around to his buttocks and pulled him toward her. With relief, she felt the tip of his cock pierce her needy pussy.
    He pulled off her blindfold, and as he thrust inside of her, she looked right into his blue-green eyes. They were clouded with intensity. That look in his eyes, his absolute desire for her, affected her more than any touch.
    They found their rhythm, and she knew she would come first. She felt the first waves of her orgasm build, and then break, in exquisite ripples that shuddered through her.
    “My God, you feel so good,” she whispered against his shoulder.
    “I felt you come,” he said. Of course he had. They knew and felt everything about one another, big and small. That was why she was so amazed he had been able to surprise her tonight. That he had been planning something so huge, and she had been clueless. . . .
    “Turn over,” he said.
    She got on all fours. She felt his cock press against her ass as he reached around to finger her. He knew that once she came, she could reach orgasm again and again easily with his touch. Sure enough, he worked his fingers to bring her to another quick, shuddering peak. She pressed her ass against him, wanting him inside her fully. When her contractions had faded, he entered her from behind, his one hand still reaching around her so he could lightly brush her clit with his index finger.
    “I want you to come, baby,” she moaned. He didn’t answer her, but she could tell by the urgency of his thrusting that he was close. And then she felt it—that telltale tremor, the flash of lightning before the thunder.
    Alec came with a primitive yell. His hands gripped her hips so tightly it almost hurt, his thrusting so fast and rhythmic it directed her own movements with an instinctive lockstep that was as old as time. In these moments, she felt like they were one person. And then, as it sometimes did, his orgasm triggered another of her own, so quick and strong it almost made her weep.
    She collapsed onto her stomach, and he fell on top of her, kissing the back of her neck. She squirmed to roll over, and he moved off so she could snuggle against him.
    She lay tucked under his arm, her head on his chest where she could feel it rise and fall with his breath.
    “Unbelievable,” she whispered. He kissed her forehead, which was slippery with sweat. She ran her hand lightly over his chest, and he twisted her engagement ring.
    “So how long were you planning this?” she asked.
    “Since we woke up this morning and you said save it for later.”
    “No! Not the sex. The engagement.” She slapped his arm playfully.
    “Oh . . . that. I think ever since Beyonce told me—very wisely, I might add—if I like it, put a ring on it.”
    “I’m serious,” Mallory said.
    “So am I.”
    “That song is like from 2008.”
    “Exactly.”
    “You haven’t been thinking about this for that many years.”
    “I’ve known I was going to marry you since our second date,” he said. She propped herself up on one elbow so she could look at him. She knew he was