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kicked her way out of them. The sight of her own sex, the lips plump, her pink clitoris peeking out from between them, made her tremble.
    Alec . . .
    She spread more, letting her fingers skim through her juices, then slipped one inside. She gasped, bit her lip. She was so hot inside, her inner wal s clenching at her finger immediately. She added a second, then a third, needing to be fil ed.
    Would his cock be as large as the rest of him?
    “Oh ...”
    She moaned, using the heel of her hand to press against her clit. She rubbed in a smal circle, pumped her fingers inside herself. Imagined Alec’s piercing blue gaze staring at her through the mirror, watching her.
    With her other hand, she reached up to pinch her nipple once more. Pleasure, hot and sharp, shot through her.
    “Alec ...”
    Oh yes, his big hands on her, inside her. Rubbing, pinching.
    Pleasure like molten liquid in her veins, moving through her like silk.
    She thrust her fingers in and out, the motion moving her palm hard against her clit. And her body clenched, shook as she came, as she cal ed out his name to the empty room.
    “Alec!”
    Her legs weak, she nearly fel , but she caught herself with one hand on the edge of the dresser. She was panting, gasping for breath. Her image in the mirror was flushed: her breasts, her cheeks. Her eyes were enormous, the gray irises almost obscured by her glittering pupils.
    Her body stil buzzed with need, despite her orgasm.
    Alec . . .
    She glanced at the rattan basket next to the bed, thought of the col ection of vibrators she kept there.
    Yes, need to come again. And again.

    How had this man gotten to her? And how was she going to work him out of her system?
    She moved across the room, sat on the bed and pul ed one of her favorite toys from the basket, a heavy, turbo massager that made her scream when she came. Maybe that would be enough.
    But even as she laid back on the pil ows and switched it on, lowering the powerful instrument between her spread thighs, she knew no toy would ever be enough.
    What the hel had Alec Walker done to her?

    The alarm went off and Alec slapped at it blindly, turning onto his back. He’d slept on his stomach and come awake with a painful erection pressing into the mattress. And Dylan’s face in his mind.
    In his body.
    He’d gone to sleep hard and woken harder.
    He wil ed himself to calm, but his cock throbbed with need.
    In his mind’s eye he saw long curls shining auburn and amber in the sunlight, fal ing around her narrow shoulders. A pair of cool, gray eyes that seemed to hold some mystery, something she kept secret from him, something he wanted— needed —to know. Pale, pale skin like polished ivory. The delicate line of col arbone at the edge of her sweater, and beneath it, the curve of her breasts, perfectly formed. He’d been up late last night imagining what they would look like, feel like in his hands. The taste of her beneath his tongue. What it would be like to have her long legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her, her pussy hot and welcoming . . .
    He groaned.
    “Fuck.”
    Throwing back the blankets, the sheet, he reached down and stroked himself, his fingers gliding over his hard shaft, curling around it.
    What would her lush, red lips feel like wrapped around him, her tongue snaking over the head of his cock?
    He moaned, stroked harder, his hips pumping into his fist.
    Her mouth would be wet, warm, but not as wet as her pussy. He would part her lean thighs, thrust into her, hard, over and over.
    Dylan . . .
    Her eyes would glaze over, her lips parting, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching him, so damn tight.

    He arched into his palm, stroking, feathering his fingertips over the swol en head. He could feel the come rising in his body, his cock pulsing.
    Dylan . . .
    Yeah, just need to spank her gorgeous ass, then get inside her.
    To make her come. To fuck her.
    Dylan!
    He came, hard, pleasure racing hot in his veins, making him shudder. He