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while he slowly slid the other
down her stomach. He stopped at the waistband of her jeans, unsure how far she
wanted him to go.
    She answered his unasked question by
pushing his hand between her thighs. “Here. Touch me here.”
    The heat of her pussy through her jeans
made Rye groan. He rubbed his fingers along the seam, using a firmer pressure
on her clit. Alaina dug her fingernails into his thighs and spread her legs
wider apart.
    “That feels so good.”
    It certainly did, but it wasn’t enough. He
needed to touch her without anything between his fingers and her silky flesh.
    Unfastening her jeans, he tugged them and
her panties past her hips. He slid his hand between her thighs again, and
groaned once more at the feel of her creamy folds.
    “Damn, you’re wet.”
    He circled her clit with the tip of his
finger. Alaina moaned and gripped his thighs tighter. “Mmm, yes.”
    Rye gathered her cream on his fingertips
and spread it over her clit. He circled it again, then rubbed back and forth.
She began to move her hips in time to his caresses.
    “That’s the way.” He nipped her earlobe
again, nibbled on the side of her neck. “Take what you need.”
    “I-I can’t.”
    Her words made him hesitate a moment before
he continued the intimate caress. “I want to feel you come.”
    “Rye, I…” Her voice trailed off.
    “You what?” He pushed two fingers into her
channel and pressed upward. She gasped. He could feel the strain in her legs as
she tried to widen her stance. Rye wished he’d taken the time to completely
remove her jeans and panties before he touched her. He couldn’t stop now, not
when she was so aroused.
    She didn’t answer him. He moved his fingers
over the sensitive spot inside her, pressing, caressing. Little sounds of
pleasure came from her throat. “Do you need more, Alaina? Do you need my
tongue?”
    “Oh God!”
    The walls of her pussy contracted around his
fingers. Her head fell forward and she trembled in his arms.
    Rye waited until her body stilled before he
pulled his fingers from her body. She lifted her head in time to see him lick
her cream from them.
    “I knew you’d be delicious.”
    Fire flashed in her eyes again. “You are a
very sexy man, Rye Coleman.”
    She turned, wrapped her arms around his
neck and kissed him.
    That full lower lip had tempted him ever
since she’d walked into his office. He tugged it between his teeth, soothed the
bite with his tongue. He tickled each corner of her mouth with the tip of his
tongue before he thrust it into her mouth. She pulled it even farther into her
mouth and sucked on it.
    He had to get inside her.
    With his lips still pressed to hers, Rye
grasped Alaina’s ass and lifted her feet from the floor. He took the few steps
necessary until her back touched the wall. One more deep kiss and he dropped to
his knees in front of her. Her shoes landed on the dusty floor. Jeans, panties,
and socks soon added to the pile.
    Rye pulled his wallet from his back pocket
as he stood again. Alaina watched him, her eyelids heavy, her chest rising and
falling from her rapid breathing. Her gaze dropped to his hands when he
unfastened his jeans and pulled his hard rod from his briefs.
    He sheathed his cock with a condom.
Slipping his arms beneath her thighs, he lifted her and thrust inside.
    Tight.
    Hot.
    Wet.
    Rye buried his face against her neck. He
wanted to pump. His hormones screamed at him to pump. But first, he simply
absorbed the feel of Alaina in his arms.
    He lifted his head and looked into her
eyes. Despite her recent orgasm, he could see the desire in the brown depths.
He thrust once and was rewarded with her breathless moan.
    “More,” she whispered.
    Rye kissed her as he thrust again. She
clutched handfuls of his hair. He gave her complete control over their
kisses—tilting his head when her hands guided it, parting his lips when she
drove her tongue into his mouth. She fucked his mouth with her tongue the way
he fucked her pussy with his