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he finally loomed low over her slit. Sticking out his tongue, he started in earnest, lapping at her delicate rosebud. The strokes of his tongue were gentle at first, slow and sweet, and she ground against him, hoping he’d understand how much more she’d require.
    He thrust his tongue a few times deeply inside of her.
    The sheikh pulled back long enough to smirk back at her. “There is no sweeter nectar on Earth than the juices of a beautiful woman. Have no doubt that you’re beyond appetizing, kitten.”
    He dove back to her then, and this time his tongue was flicking fast and furiously against her pleasure button, even as he eased his thick thumb inside of her. She screamed loudly, and it felt like all of Boston would have heard the sounds escaping from her throat. Addison wasn’t sure she cared. The pleasure was building from his ministrations.
    He added a second finger in with his thumb and began to suckle from her rosebud. It was no longer even just waves of pleasure washing over her. No, that final combination of his finger and thumb deep inside of her and his mouth sucking at her sent her far over the edge. It was if a tsunami hit her full force, every edge of pleasure sweeping her under.
    She cried out again and came, her body shaking from the joy of it all.
    Even as she went boneless, panting beneath his efforts, Addison felt him continue to scour her, his tongue lapping up all of her juices eagerly.
    He was serious about the nectar thing .
    Her cheeks flushed at that thought. She’d dated in college and even a bit in high school and had a few lovers. Until now, she’d never had a man who wanted to reciprocate pleasure. Most of the guys she dated loved oral sex…if it were for them. The one or two she’d been able to coax into going down on her always treated it like an odious chore. The sheikh clearly was reveling in it, and that made her pleasure even that much more exquisite.
    It had been a very long time, if ever, since she’d felt like she could truly be pleasing to a man. After all, she always felt just a bit too curvy. She always agreed that her hair was too unruly and curly and her skin was too pale.
    As the sheikh finally finished and shifted on the roof to lay beside her, his hands stroking her hair again, Addison actually believed for a bit that she was beautiful.
    “Well, kitten, I know that can’t solve any of your problems, but do you feel a bit more relaxed for the night?”
    She giggled and stroked his chin. Part of her definitely wished now that she hadn’t made the stupid rules, that she’d been daring enough to have them do all of this without the masks. To think he was the best lover she’d ever had and she’d never know his name or the image of his face unmasked was bizarre and a little maudlin.
    “If I were any more relaxed, my sheikh, then I’d be a puddle on the roof that you’d have to mop up.”
    “Good,” he said, kissing her throat and trailing his tongue over the pulse point there. “Because I’d hate to think I’d failed you.”
    “Never,” she said, even as her head started to ache from all she’d drunk. “You’d don’t have to worry about that.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    She really wanted the license plate number of the bus that had run her over.
    Grumbling, Addison sat up in her bed and rubbed at her throbbing temples. Yesterday was coming back to her slowly. She must have gotten home somehow, though she wasn’t sure how she’d still been standing at the end of the night. Maybe her brother had helped bring her back. She just couldn’t remember everything that had happened. She only remembered feeling upset and out of place, then going up to the roof of the building to be alone and admire the view. The rest was there, somewhat, but right now she needed to get some Advil and a lot of water into her.
    Jesus, it felt like an entire flamenco dance number was happening inside her skull.
    Groaning as the pain consumed her, Addison struggled out of the bed