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bent and kissed her knee.
    “Smart-ass,” she hissed.
    “You weren’t very explicit.”
    She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes gleaming. “I want your mouth sucking between my legs until I come.”
    He stared at her and grinned. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
    “And I want it right now.”
    He hooked his fingers inside her red lace panties, dragging them down her long legs and carelessly tossed them over his shoulder. “You asked for it. Remember that when you’re begging me to let you come.”

Chapter Five
    “I can take it,” Eden said boldly, even when the sparkle in his eye sent shivers to her core.
    Billy gently nudged her and she lowered her back flat, staring at the ivory ceiling. Perched on the end of the weight bench, he placed his hands on her knees. “Wider. Show me what I’ve won. Show me what’s mine tonight.”
    A wave of desire washed over her. She stretched her legs, letting her heels rest on the metal rungs of the bench. Her eyes closed when his hot flesh moved into the space she’d created between her thighs.
    His finger slid through the wetness of her pussy, stopping to trace the triangle of curls. “So pretty. So pink.” One hand stroked her thigh. His mouth came into play, kissing her hipbones, the sensitive line of skin below her navel. A warm tongue skated across each rib as he made a thorough journey up her body.
    His thumb flicked across that pouting bundle of nerves at her center, gliding down to rest in her slick opening. He repeated the path up and down her wet slit, gradually increasing the rhythm so it was a constant stroking.
    Eden began to thrash. Even the fake leather bench seat was too much stimulus on her skin. She wanted his mouth everywhere—on her lips, on her breasts, on her aching sex. Finally that wayward mouth reached her nipples, using the tiniest amount of tongue on tips. “Please, Billy.”
    As he latched onto her nipple with his teeth, he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy.
    The sensation of his hungry mouth suckling her breast, his long fingers pumping in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit, sent her careening into space. She pressed up to meet his demanding fingers, clutching his strong shoulders, shudders racking her from scalp to toes as he milked even the tiniest spasm.
    After her sex quit pulsing, Eden opened her eyes, mortified by being so quick on the trigger.
    But Billy’s intense gaze indicated he hadn’t minded her speedy trip to climax. His hand slid from between her thighs, smoothed a wet line up her belly, which he followed with this tongue. “Beautiful,” he growled against her flushed skin.
    Eden dove her hands into his thick hair. Her impatient palms tracked the iron contours of his broad shoulders, down his powerfully muscled back. She tugged at the wool fabric of his suit pants. “I want you,” she murmured against his mouth.
    “No.” Billy pressed into a push-up position, using the bar above her head as leverage. “I want to look in your eyes when I make you come this time.” With that declaration, he stepped back, circled her ankles and planted her feet on his shoulders.
    She struggled to sit up. “What are you doing?”
    “Putting my mouth on you.” His tongue swirled a path up the inside of her thigh. “Stay like that,” he warned, “watch me taste you.”
    “B-but, it’s too soon, I-I can’t possibly—”
    “You can,” he said, licking a wide swath over the center of her, “you will.” His thumbs spread her folds apart, dragging his mouth up and down the dripping furrow. In a breathless second, he jammed his hot, wiggling tongue inside her pussy as high as it would reach.
    “Oh. My. God.” The muscles below her belly button rippled as his mouth worked magic. Soft hair brushed the inside of her thighs making them tremble anew.
    “Jesus, you taste like some dark exotic fruit,” he groaned, lapping at the moisture pouring from her sex. Billy’s head lifted, his mouth glistened with