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lowered his head and licked a slow circle around the outer areola, pausing mid-orbit to nip at the fleshy mound before suckling the sting away. “Laine."
    The sound of her name on his lips, rough and desperate, pushed her beyond her senses, and all restraint broke. Clinging to his shoulders, she rocked against him, her knee skimming up the side of his thigh and hip to ease the throbbing ache in her sex. His hips pressed down, shifting with a steady pressure as he continued to feast on her body. He grazed the candy-hard tip of her nipple with his teeth.
    "Please,” she gasped, and he lowered his mouth around the erect tip and drew it in with a suction that pulled deep through her core and made her moan and beg again.
    She grabbed at his shoulders, fumbled down his back and settled against his butt. Gripping the base of muscle, she pulled him against her before following the line of his belt around to the front.
    Breath coming in steady pants, she struggled with the buckle wedged between them, while he suckled at her breast. Her mind was lost in the rhythmic pull across her body. Her core throbbed with an aching need to be filled, a desperation she didn't want to fight. She wanted this. She wanted him. And buried in a confection of pure, sexy sin, her smile spread wide as she gave herself over to seduction completely.
    "Jason."
    Releasing her nipple, Jason ran his tongue up the side of her breast, across her collarbone and through the hollow at the center of her slender neck. It was heaven to feel her writhing under him. Watching her for so long, wondering what it would be like to hold her, kiss her, taste her—nothing could have prepared him for the ecstasy of her surrender. He'd tried to resist, to maintain the context of work only between them, but every time he saw her, something new and special caught his attention. The smell of her hair, the way she walked, her devotion to her clients ... the way he sometimes found her looking at him with soft eyes that held a million questions.
    Now, as she looked up at him, her warm brown eyes still questioned, but they burned with a need he longed to satisfy. Supporting himself with one arm against the floor, he slid the other under her back to unzip her dress. She arched into him, facilitating his efforts until he knelt back and slid the saturated gown off her svelte form. She wore only panties, a simple pink swatch of silk darkened with her wet need.
    Laine propped herself up on her elbows, an impish smile playing on her lips. Biting her bottom lip, she looked down at the panties and slipped her thumbs into the tiny string waist. Beneath lowered lashes, she gazed back up at him. “These are all wet and ruined. What are you going to do about them?"
    A rough laugh escaped with his breath at the challenge he was more than ready to meet. “I've got some ideas, don't you worry.” His cock was fully erect, pressing against the front of his slacks, but it would just have to wait.
    The corner of her mouth twisted up in an anticipating smile as he backed down to kiss her knee. Lapping at the sugary sweet frosting, he worked higher up her inner thigh to the hollow aside her juncture. With one hand stroking lightly over the damp patch of fabric, he followed with his mouth, breathing warmth through the sodden strip.
    Her hips tilted up to meet the pointed tip of his tongue as he ran it through the sensitive valley of her pussy.
    The sultry moan that escaped her drove him on, pushing him to his limits. Drawing in her musky scent, he had to taste her, had to feel her pleasure against his mouth, around his cock, again and again. He didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough. His hands slipped up to the slim hem at the top of her panties, and as he pushed his tongue against her opening through the fabric, his fists twisted, snapping the band.
    She cried out, spasming against his mouth, sending waves of pulsing heat down his cock. He was never going to last.
    He pulled the fabric from between