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he pushed a second finger into her, stretching her, her toes curled against the wood floor. Her feet responded to the tightening sensation in her sex by pushing up onto her toes, away from him, although her fingers had grabbed his shoulders for purchase.
    “You’ll let me know if I’m hurting you?” he asked, and it barely registered to her, until he asked a second time.
    “Megan?” His hand at her sex stilled, and the thumb that had been making deliriously gentle circles around her clit paused, pressing the little button in.
    A whimper formed at the back of Meg’s throat and she forced her feet flat to the floor. She moaned when she landed on his knuckles. “Yes. Yes, I’ll tell you. Can we please just…” With her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, she wrapped the fingers of both of her hands around his wrist and pulled his slick fingers free of her.
    “Did I do something wrong?”
    “No, just…” She put her hands on his shoulders, tentatively, and gave him a little nudge backward.
    Statue that he was, he didn’t move.
    Use your words, Meg . Wasn’t that her frequent admonishment to Toby when he wanted something? Candor was definitely called for in the situation at hand.
    She swallowed and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms. “Can you lie on your back?”
    When she pulled her hands away, he had both eyebrows cocked up.
    “Please.” What she wanted to add was, “Let’s skip the foreplay,” but that would have been excessive and maybe a little mean. She knew her reputation, but for once in her life, maybe she should be at least pretend to be pleasant, especially given this man was discreetly doing her a huge favor few people would have. Sure, there were probably a lot of men willing to marry her and fuck her, but to be quiet about it?
    He eased back to the center of the bed so his head met the pillow, and she climbed onto the bed and straddled him in short order.
    Once more, she grabbed his wrist, this time relocating his hand so it was behind his head, then repeated the action with the other one.
    “You don’t want me to touch you?” His voice didn’t exactly sound hurt, but there was a tinge of annoyance there. She couldn’t blame him, but…
    “I’m sorry, I just need some control.” She clamped her lips before, “Don’t take it personally,” seeped out.
    If they were only going to do this once, she wanted an orgasm out of it, and experience had taught her that would only happen in controlled circumstances. Her on top, setting the pace.
    “Just lay there and look pretty.”
    That earned her a grin.
    She squeezed her knees against his thighs, pushing his legs flush to relieve the ache in her hips, and eased back. She settled down onto his fat, hard cock with a murmured, “Glory alleluia.”
    Thankfully, he didn’t move, didn’t thrust into her while her body stretched to accommodate his girth. He just watched her with parted lips, his eyes slightly hooded.
    With her palms pressed against his chest, she angled her torso flat against his and tucked her feet beneath his calves. Now she wedged her arms beneath his torso, like a hug, and laid her cheek against one pec. Eyes closed, she whispered while clenching her muscles around his erection, “Just hold very still until I find it.”
    “Find what?”
    She pressed down onto his shaft and then slipped him out almost all the way before taking him back into her nearly to her end. There she paused, a gasp escaping her lips.
    “That, Seth. Find that.”
    This wasn’t going to take long. Pity.
    She pushed up to her elbows, careful to not lose the ground she made, and rode him gently—small movements instead of the wild, manic ones she’d grown to expect.
    Maybe sometimes, they were unnecessary.
    She pushed up a bit more, letting his cock head probe harder against her G-spot, and put her head back.
    The sting of teeth against her left nipple forced her gaze down again to watch him laving her stinging tip with his tongue.
    She’d