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she tell him she disagreed without completely ruining the evening?
    “That is.” He nipped her earlobe. “If you don’t mind letting me watch.”
    Her pulse screamed in response, pounding between her legs. The trepidation of performing for this almost-stranger mingled with the excitement—that he might get off from watching her do the same. She stepped away until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed. “Sounds like fun.”
    “Don’t move.” He vanished into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a hand towel. He spun the chair at the desk around and dropped into it, eyes never leaving her for more than a couple of seconds. Every time his gaze travelled over her, her skin grew warmer and her slick need begged louder for attention.
    Her hands shook as she undid her own jeans, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and dropped the rest of her clothes to the floor. Straightening up, she stood in front of him. Her embarrassment at being so exposed was tempered by excitement.
    He undid his pants, working himself free, gliding his hand up and down his shaft. She winced in regret. It would’ve been nice to have him pounding inside her, stretching her out. But this was wicked enough on its own. She dropped onto the edge of the bed and then hesitated. What first?
    “Play with your tits.” A controlling edge lined the suggestion.
    She cupped her breasts and pinched the swollen nubs, moaning at the contact. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she massaged the flesh, tugging harder when he grunted.
    “Lay back.” A deep husk ran through his voice. “And use one hand to spread yourself open for me.”
    The direct orders made her head swim. She gasped when her fingers brushed her swollen sex.
    “Your pussy is so gorgeous.” His breathing grew heavy. “Shove two fingers inside.”
    She did as commanded, arching her back at the penetration. She pumped against her hand, pinching her nipple hard with her other.
    “Fuck, I want to be buried inside you.” His growl filled the room.
    A need built in her chest. This was incredible. But she wasn’t going to finish like this. Not by herself.
    “Please?” Her breathless request slipped out before she could stop it.
    He chuckled. “Please what?”
    “Let me come for you?” She bit her bottom lip.
    “I like that.” His abbreviated grunts teased her senses. “Okay. Play with yourself until you come.”
    She slid her hand up, gasping when she found her swollen clit. Fingers on either side, she stroked slowly at first. She couldn’t hold out, though. Her pace increased, and from his ragged breathing, his had too. Moans tore from her throat as her climax built. Her back arched as she peaked, waves of pleasure washing over her as she continued to finger herself. A tiny part of her registered his cries mingling with hers. But she was too lost in the rush to look.
    The mattress shifted with a new weight. His hand covered hers, keeping her from pulling away from the now hypersensitive skin. She opened her eyes to find him studying her, expression still dark with lust.
    “I want you to come again.” The control was still there. He propped himself up on his elbow and lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking the raw nipple.
    He pushed her hand against her sex, prompting her to keep stroking. The contact on the swollen bits made her head swim, and she didn’t pull away.
    “I want…” His voice was broken up by frequent nips to her swollen nub. “To hear you scream again…”
    The order itself was almost enough to push her over the edge. She lost herself in the sensations, a second orgasm building quickly and rolling through her. She shuddered as the climax gripped her and then slid away.
    His rough attentions slowed, hand resting on her leg, thumb stroking the inside of her thigh. He kissed her nipple softly one more time before pressing his lips to hers.
    She pushed up on her elbows, crushing her mouth against his, tongue darting around. It was several