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sheen of perspiration, tasting salt and woman. If he pleasured her, satisfied her, he wouldn’t break the unspoken code of ethics. The one that said you don’t screw your principal.
    But, son of a bitch, he sure was thinking about it.
    “No,” she murmured again. “Not me.”
    He fluttered his fingers, making her muscles spasm. “Yes, you.”
    Biting her lip, she breathed hard. “No,” she repeated, pulling his hand out of her shorts. “I…want…you. I want…you. I…”
    “I get the message.” He laughed softly, thumbing her peaked breast with quick, tiny strokes. “You want me.”
    She rose on one elbow and stared him down. “I want you in my mouth.”
    How could he argue with that? “But don’t you—”
    “Hey,” she said, tapping his chest. “The customer’s always right.”
    She had him there. Her fingers closed over him again. She had him there, too. He swelled in her hand.
    Once again, she disappeared below, covered his cock with her mouth, and vibrated it against her teeth with one long, slow moan.
    He was going to be a goner.
    He dropped back on the pillow in delicious defeat, shoving his hair off his face with two hands, inhaling deeply and getting a whiff of her tangy moisture still on his fingertips. The scent of her almost sent him over the edge.
    She licked his head, stroked his shaft, and never let go of his balls. Closing his eyes, he let the pleasure kick in, let every drop of blood slam into one place, making him harder than he’d thought possible.
    “Sage, honey. Please.” He nestled his hands into her cornsilk hair as the intensity built. Low in his back. Deep in his stomach. Down to his toes he felt the explosion bubble and threaten. Twisting, out of control, out of this world. He was done. “I’m coming, honey. I’m—”
    She released him so hard and fast, he lost his breath. “Not yet!” she insisted.
    Oh, man. He clenched his whole body, focused every brain cell on one single concept. Stop. Stop. Stop .
    It would have been easier to stop a freakin’ train. But he dug down, found the strength, found the power, found one pathetic molecule of control. He stopped. He could barely swallow, move, or breathe, but at least he wasn’t going to shoot a wad from here to the Boston Common.
    She straddled him, her breasts glistening in the dim light, wet from his mouth, high and firm and hard with excitement. She tightened her hips around his, then closed her thighs over his erection, sliding him between her legs against the slippery material of her shorts.
    He gave a low-throated growl.
    Dropping her arms on either side of his head, she lowered her breasts inches from his mouth and rode him harder.
    “I don’t know what you think I’m made of,” he ground out. “But Superfuckingman couldn’t take much more than this.”
    She smiled and sat up, stealing a beautiful nipple away as she wrapped her fist around him again and moved it up and down. “Johnny? I want something.”
    Anything. An-y-thing. He reached up to caress her breast. “Yeah?”
    “I want to talk now.” She pranced her fingers down his cock like he was the flippin’ yellow pages. “Can we talk?” She fondled his balls. “Please?”
    Okay. This was a test. A really hard, impossible, miserable endurance test. And he was seriously going to fail. “Whatever you want, doll.” Just don’t stop.
    She climbed off him but didn’t let go, didn’t stop stroking and sliding her wet hands over his rock-hard dick.
    Talk. Yeah. He could do that. He pushed himself deeper into her ruthless fingers. “What do you want to talk about?” he rasped.
    “I want to talk about…” She circled the pulsing head of his cock with her thumb. Round and round, slow and sure and maddening. The pressure built again, agony, ecstasy, necessity. “The company you work for.”
    In an instant, the tidal wave of blood shifted north and his head cleared.
    “What about it?” His voice was no longer strained, but totally guarded. The