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her hand down his pants, closed a fist over his cock, and squeezed. He sucked in a breath, sliding into her hot fingers, as she finished the buckle with her other hand.
    “Oh, look at you,” she cooed appreciatively when he burst free.
    Yeah, look at him. Some protector of the innocent. His gun was in an ankle holster and his dick was in her hand. “Sage—”
    “Shhh.” She kissed him quiet. “Let me. Let me.” She lowered her head; her hair was so soft and sexy between his fingers, the scent of exotic fruit making his mouth water.
    He had two choices. Blow his cover, or…She closed her mouth over him.
    “Oh, honey. ” Forget it. He had no choice now.
    Her lips enveloped him, so tight and wet and insane he damn near howled. He slid his hands under her arms to pull her up, but her skin was creamy and warm and pliant, and he had to dip into the strappy top to touch her breasts. Had to squeeze them and tweak the hard buds between his fingers.
    She moaned with pleasure and rewarded him by urging his cock deeper into her mouth. Droplets of sweat formed on his neck as blood raged through his ears with the same rhythm she sucked and stroked. His lungs seemed to burst from ragged, shallow breaths. His lower back prickled with heat, his balls throbbed, his brain went blank, and every cell in his body vibrated with the rush of pain and pleasure.
    Did she want him to come? ’Cause things were headed straight that way, fast.
    “Baby.” He tried to pull her up but succeeded only in pulling the sports bra higher. She lifted her mouth off him and he almost growled with frustration and relief, but all she was doing was pulling off her top, giving him total access to her bare breasts as she went mercilessly back to work on his pounding erection.
    She licked him once. Twice. Suckled his sac and flicked her tongue over his burning skin. He’d never…ever…last…another—
    Wait a second. Who was the trick and who was the trick turner here?
    He finally managed to draw her up, sliding her bare breasts across his shirt—which was still buttoned—lifting her so they were face-to-face.
    “Listen, hot lips,” he said, his voice as rough as her breathing. “You gotta give me a chance or I’m going to explode.”
    “You are?” Looking delighted, she cupped his balls and started to stroke him again. “Let me know when.”
    He took her hand and forcefully removed it. “When.” He softened the gruffness in his voice by bringing her fingers to his mouth for a gentle, erotic kiss. “Hey, angel, who’s doin’ who here?”
    In the shadows, alarm flashed through her. “You don’t like this?”
    He snorted softly. “Yeah, I like it. But last time I checked, the de- luxe money flowed the other way.” He eased her back on the bed, his night vision strong enough to make out the shape of her breasts. The dark targets of her nipples. The narrow waist and delicate dip of her midsection. Her stomach rose and fell with tight, strained breaths, strained from arousal.
    He ran a finger along the stretchy waistband of her low-cut running shorts. “So,” he managed with a soft, teasing laugh. “Deluxe…” He slid his hand inside, lower, down her flat belly to touch a tuft of glossy, feminine hair. “Means…” His middle finger stroked her mound. “This…” She was wet with moisture, slippery and ripe. “Is for you.” He dipped inside her, closing his eyes at the erotic sensation of her muscle grip. Hot and tight and magical, this perfect woman’s spot. “For you,” he repeated with a kiss on her mouth.
    She sucked in a breath, lifting her hips. “No,” she whispered.
    No? She wasn’t moving like no. She wasn’t breathing like no. She sure as hell wasn’t kissing like no. He moved the nub gently from side to side and entered her with two fingers this time.
    Her body quivered. He lowered his head and suckled her nipple, rolling his tongue and gently nibbling that sweet, sweet bud before moving to her throat, licking the