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    He broke their kiss. “I want you naked, Lucy. Strip. Now.”
    She stood on shaking legs and kicked off her ballet flats, shimmied out of her jeans then shrugged off her blouse so that she was clad only in her lacy, champagne-coloured, underwear.
    He growled in appreciation and cupped her between her thighs. “Someone’s very wet and in need of some release.”
    She moaned and rocked her hips forward.
    “Now take off that sexy bra and panties.”
    She quickly did as he had asked so that she was standing naked before him. He spun her around then settled her on his lap, her back to his chest.
    A mirror opposite them reflected her image, perched provocatively across Rhett’s lap. Had he orchestrated their position so perfectly? As if hearing her thoughts, he dropped his head to her ear. “I want you to watch.”
    He grasped her behind her knees, widened his thighs and draped her legs over his so that she was totally open and exposed.
    She shivered in anticipation and watched in the mirror as her nipples pebbled and strained. She could see how wet she was, her pussy lips glistening and dripping with moisture. There was something totally erotic about being bare and exposed before him when he remained totally dressed. It shifted the power and gave Rhett the dominant edge.
    He splayed his palm across her throat and swept her head to the side so that he could nibble and suck on her neck. She moaned deep in her throat and wriggled her backside against his groin, desperate for relief.
    She gripped the armrests and pressed into his lap. He snaked his other hand across her lower abdomen and up to her right breast where he palmed her nipple before tweaking it painfully.
    Fuck, she could go off just like this, just watching and waiting. The anticipation was so intense that she thought one touch from him could have her shooting into orbit.
    She watched him run his right hand along her side, across her abdomen then down to nestle it between her thighs. Her eyes met his in the mirror as he inserted a finger into her slick channel.
    She gasped and arched her body at the contact. His erection, hot and hard, throbbed at the small of her back.
    “So wet,” he murmured, inserting another finger, then pushing his two fingers in and out of her in long, drawn-out strokes.
    He sucked her earlobe into his mouth he bit down, sending a jolt of pleasurable pain to her core to mingle inexorably with the sensation of his pumping digits.
    She jerked on his lap. “Please, Rhett,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper.
    “Tell me what you want, Lucy,” he demanded huskily. He was watching his thrusting fingers in the mirror. Her arousal coated them, making his strokes glide slickly and easily.
    “I want you inside me—now.”
    He dug into the pocket of his jeans. “Lift that sweet arse of yours.”
    Using the armrests, Lucy braced herself and raised her hips. She could see him between her legs as he unzipped, reached into his jeans and liberated his pulsating cock. Withdrawing a foil packet, he tore it open and rolled a condom down his thick length.
    She was almost salivating when he grasped her around the waist with both hands and lifted her until she was hovering above him. Then quickly, and with force, he pulled her down until she sheathed his penis completely.
    He filled her to capacity and she groaned. This position felt deeper and his hardness swelled to fill her lower belly.
    “Oh fuck,” he moaned in her ear. His breathing was ragged and disjointed. “You feel so fucking good.”
    She braced her hands on the armrests and lifted her backside, then slid back down his length slowly. They were both watching their connection in the mirror—the sight of her lifting and then sinking onto his engorged cock was mesmerising. It looked so unbelievably erotic.
    Rhett’s hands tightened on her hips and his fingers dug into her flesh almost painfully while he manoeuvred her body up and down his shaft. He brought one hand up to her right