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take a little time out, re-gain control of the situation. But somehow she had turned the tables on him, and he found himself caught up in the pull of her, like a leaf in a whirlpool, speeding out of control as it approached the core. Griff allowed her to yank his shirt off, shrugging out of the sleeves, and this time when her fingers found his zipper he didn’t have the wherewithal to protest. Instead he found the waist of her skirt and gave a tug, and she wiggled her hips and slid the gauzy fabric down.
    Griff paused. Nearly choked.
    “Where…” he began, then stopped. Junior looked up at him expectantly, lips parted slightly.
    “Where are…your panties?”
    “Oh, that.” Junior laughed. “Didn’t wear any.”
    Griff shook his head. He couldn’t have heard right.
    “You didn’t—”
    “Well, because, I knew what all we had planned tonight,” Junior went on. “And you just can never tell where you’re going to end up with something like this. Besides…”
    Her eyes narrowed, and a distinctly feline shrewdness lit her expression.
    “…I thought you might like it.”
    Like it! Griff was nearly going to lose it, like a teenager, with his pants around his knees.
    “Yeah, I like it,” he growled. “God damn, Junior, have you got any idea what you’re doing to me? Of course you don’t, but that almost doesn’t seem like a good enough excuse.”
    Junior smiled sweetly and pressed herself against him. She rocked gently, and he felt how hot and wet she was and nearly moaned in pain.
    “So, are we gonna do it, or what?” she purred.
    And he didn’t exactly dive into her so much as just give in to her wiggling, and the fit was wonderful. As he eased into her she made some very appreciative murmurs that quickly grew in volume.
    “Am I hurting you?” Griff said anxiously, using all of his power of concentration to hold himself still.
    Then she arched against him and shook her head and pulled on his neck to take him in the deepest, hottest kiss he’d had yet, and there was no more holding back.
    He went deeper, deeper, and still she bucked against him and demanded more. She broke the kiss only to moan against his shoulder, her teeth against his skin igniting fresh currents of pleasure.
    “Junior. I want you to…” He wanted her to come, wanted to feel her explode around him. But it was her first time.
    “Sweetheart,” he whispered, trying again, trying to slow down his pace and stave off the inevitable. The way she writhed against him, it took all his concentration not to just let himself go. “I can—if you just maybe slow down a little—oh Jeez…”
    He was momentarily derailed as Junior shifted under him and tangled her long legs around his. But she didn’t stop, oh no, she didn’t stop rocking and demanding and wiggling.
    “If you let me maybe, let’s roll over, Junior, and I can, can—” Can stop reciting the Hail Mary just to make sure I don’t go out of my mind right this second.
    “Nope.” Junior smiled at him, a little crookedly, and arched against him again, running her tongue slowly along her lower lip. “I mean, no offense or anything, but I just don’t think it’s going to happen for me tonight. It’s not you, it’s me, really,” she said, giggling as though she found herself very funny. “I mean, it’s that damn champagne. But you go ahead, now.”
    Griff’s head was spinning, from the concentration of trying to hold back in the face of a fresh onslaught of sensation. Somehow Junior had managed to work her slim fingers between their bodies and was caressing him in time with the rhythm of her thrusting, finding the incredibly sensitive place at the base of his shaft and—
    “Unnnngh,” Griff moaned. “You don’t—but this was supposed to be—I mean I wanted—”
    “Shhhhh,” Junior whispered, her lips at his ear. “Honey, don’t give it a thought. I know exactly what you want.”
    And, as it turned out, she did.
     
     

 
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Griff