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furious under her skirt. Mike drank in every sound, every jerk her body made as she shuddered and moaned through her climax. It was amazing, ratcheting up his excitement like nothing he’d ever seen.
    When she was finished she opened her eyes and looked at him, pulled her hands out of her skirt and licked her lips, blowing out a deep breath.
    “Wow,” she whispered, then sat on the couch and dipped her chin to her chest. She was still panting.
    He was still hard. Aching, painfully hard.
    And in awe of a woman who could make him feel things he hadn’t felt in far too long. He moved out of his chair and next to her, lifting her hand and bringing it to his lips. The scent of her pussy was all over her. Sweet, musky, driving into his senses and wrapping around his brain.
    He kissed her hand, licked her fingertips. Sweet, salty flavor on his tongue as he sucked each digit into his mouth. She didn’t take her gaze from his lips as he licked her clean, her violet eyes going dark as she watched him.
    “You were incredible,” he finally said. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
    Her gaze drifted to his lap, where the outline of his swollen cock was more than evident against his jeans. He was big. Really big. It wasn’t like he could hide it. He’d been teased about the Nottingham Monster ever since he hit puberty. After a while the teasing became admiration from women, jealousy from other guys.
    Her eyes widened before moving back up to his face.
    “I’ve never done that for a man before.”
    He arched a brow. “Seriously?”
    “I don’t lie, Mike. Especially about sex.”
    “Then, thank you. Because I really enjoyed it. I’ve never seen anything so hot.”
    She tilted her head, her expression skeptical. “With your kind of experience? I find that hard to believe.”
    He still had hold of her hand and placed it over his throbbing shaft. “Experience has nothing to do with turn-ons, Grace. Experience has nothing to do with finding something new and exciting that gives you a rush. You’ve been around the block a few times. You should know that.
    “What you did just now made me so goddamn hot I almost came without touching myself. I’m so hard right now it hurts. Feel me. I’m hot, I’m aching and I need you. And I’m not lying about that.”

FOUR
    Grace hadn’t intended to put on that show of masturbation . She hadn’t planned for any of this to happen, but it had. And now that it had, she wanted more.
    She laid her palm over the rigid length of Mike’s sizeable cock, feeling the sweet slide of wetness between her legs in response. Masturbating for him had been an incredible experience and brought about an orgasm so intense she could barely remain standing through it. She hadn’t come that hard in far too long.
    But it had been all her. Mike’s restraint amazed her. He hadn’t leaped out of the chair to join in. He didn’t even unzip his pants to jack off. He’d just watched. And that was the biggest turn-on of all. She got off on his hot eyes, the way he followed the movements of her hand. He wasn’t out for himself—he was invested in her pleasure, in her orgasm. She’d never enjoyed teasing a man so much, had never become so aroused pleasuring herself—both for her own benefit and for someone else’s.
    And now that she had, she could well imagine his patience had worn thin. His cock was steel beneath the denim of his jeans, pulsing and rigid and hot. He was ready for a good fuck. Hard and deep and fast. Probably right here on the couch and right now.
    She couldn’t really blame him, since she’d teased him so badly.
    “I know what you’re thinking,” he said.
    Her gaze swept from his shaft to his eyes. “You do?”
    He nodded. “Yeah.”
    “Okay. Tell me what I’m thinking.”
    “I’d wager the men you meet want to fuck you long and hard. When they get a chance with you, they want to assure you they’re the best the fuck you’ve ever had.”
    She resisted the laugh