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taste of his precum and the fullness of him inside my mouth, which sent a fresh surge of heat through my body. Sensation gathered in my nipples, between my legs.
    My lips were on sensory overload, everything centered there. I relaxed my mouth a bit to slide over him, take him deeper, start the slow, regular rhythm that echoed sex. I clutched his buttocks in my hands and savored his groan as I took him in completely for just a moment before retreat. He had a beautiful, delicious cock.
    I picked up my pace. I was past my own desire. All I wanted was to give him pleasure, to bring him to orgasm inside my mouth, to feel the triumph of taking him in that way, of swallowing a part of him. His hands threaded through my hair, clutching at my scalp, and I reveled in the feel of his restrained strength. Some wild part of me wanted him to take over, hold me tight and use me, but his firm touch was gentle, letting me have control.
    I lost any sense of time in the motion, in the focus on tensing my lips just the right amount around him, on doing everything I could to please him. I slid one hand between his legs and stroked the warm sacs there, finding the places that seemed most sensitive.
    He jerked against me, his grip tightening as he clutched me to him, emptying himself in my mouth, down my throat. I savored his strength, savored that moment of feeling powerless against his pleasure.
    I slid back slightly, swallowing, before moving forward again and sucking his now-softer length inside. I licked him slowly, loving the tremors of his body, until he pulled me up.
    He kissed me hot and openmouthed, and my lips were slack against his but ready for the onslaught. As he ravished my mouth, his hands roamed down over my body, lifting my breasts, then one hand lower, fingers thrusting almost roughly into me. I gasped, spreading my legs wider.
    “That’s it,” he urged softly against my mouth. “Open up for me.”
    Open for him. I’d take all of him, everything he had. I wanted him to fuck me and fill me up, but there was no way he’d be ready for that again so soon.
    I barely registered the squeak of the plumbing as he turned off the shower, but I did feel the sudden breeze of air breaking through the steam. Then his hot mouth moving down my body, to my neck, my clavicle, my breasts. As he came lower, the thrusts of his fingers grew shallower, teasing me, until he was kneeling in front of me, thumbs spreading me open before him, stroking.
    I was shivering uncontrollably, from his touch, from the chill, from the anticipation of knowing in just a moment more—
    His mouth closed on me, hot and perfect. I could have died then and there from the exquisite pleasure of that touch. He knew how to use his lips and his tongue. He knew what to do to me. Then his fingers were back, three of them filling me where I was wet and hungry. I clutched at his shoulders, my knees weak.
    I looked down at him, at his head buried in the junction of my legs, mouth on my sex. Sebastian.
    The sensation kept rising, rising, until I bucked against him, waves overtaking me. I shook in his arms as explosions rocked through my body, and inside I pulsed around his fingers. Still, he sucked on me, his tongue lapping at my inner folds, lingeringly, soothingly.
    Finally, he lifted his head away, and I slid down. He pulled me to him, until we were both lying in the tub, side by side, legs entangled.
    I shuddered again with a final release and was still, head against his chest.
    “I need to work,” I said after a long silence, although my body felt boneless and I didn’t want to move. But it was important to get going. I’d indulged a little bit more, but this was, for all intents and purposes, a one-night stand. Lingering had no purpose.
    “Mmm.” He lifted his hand to my breast and ran a finger around the nipple. Even sated as I was, I wanted more of that touch. “Can you work from here?” he asked, as if there were no question that his plan, so boldly stated,