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destroying every shred of resistance in its path. So intense that she felt she was going to pass out. She couldn’t control herself any longer. She bit down. The taste of sweet-sour wolfberry flooded her mouth. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
    'Oh god, oh Flynn,' she wailed. They could probably hear her back at the camp, but she didn’t care.
    As the last shockwave of pleasure ebbed away, Flynn turned his attention to her clit. 'Please don’t.' she whimpered. 'It’s too soon. I can’t.'
    Flynn ignored her protest, tasting her with long slow licks. His mouth fastened over her sensitized clit, and she cried out when he took the tender nub between his teeth and nibbled lightly. With impossible speed another orgasm built into a sensual overload. Summer screamed out his name, mindless with pleasure as her body shuddered helplessly.
    'Poor baby,' he murmured as he cut the bandages from her and released her leg, rubbing her flesh, sending her into further tiny shocks that she couldn’t seem to stop.
    He cut the tourniquet from her wrists and rubbed them briskly.
    She couldn’t help him. She could barely move a muscle; she was a helpless creature with jelly for bones. Intermittent shudders passed through her for long minutes and Summer drifted sleepily with the sound of the tide. When she opened her eyes again, Flynn was staring at her. The brooding heat in his eyes told her that she was in trouble.
    'I do believe it’s my turn.'
     
     
    Flynn devoured her with his eyes. Every time he tried to talk himself out of getting involved with Summer, something like this happened. Now, with her sprawled out in front of him, all luscious inviting femininity, something snapped. He could not resist her. He could play at giving her a taste of life on the wild side, pretend he was indulging her taste for kink. But the truth was that he was caught in her web. God help him, he knew it was going to end badly, but he could not help it. He could no more resist Summer O’Sullivan than a child could resist chocolate. He was about to indulge, and knew he would pay the price.
    'I believe I owe you a punishment,' he told her, allowing a hint of menace to harden his voice.
    Summer blinked at him, startled. 'You mean that wasn’t—' She gestured at the rumpled sleeping bag.
    'Oh no, that was a warm-up, to get you good and receptive for your punishment. What do you think a girl who runs into a battle field deserves?'
    There was a sparkle of interest in her eyes. 'Um, a good tongue-lashing?'
    He fought not to laugh. God, she was irrepressible. No matter how mad she drove him, he loved her company. But he wasn’t letting her know that. 'No,' he said sternly. 'I was thinking of something with a bit more sting in the tail.'
    'You’re going to spank me? Aw, that’s not fair.' She looked around. 'Besides, there’s nowhere to do it.' She shot him a challenging glance, daring him to back down.
    'All operatives are trained to be inventive,' he told her.
    Flynn lifted her off the sleeping bag, tossed it over the beached tree trunk, then flipped Summer over and put her over it, arse up.
    'You’re a brute.' She glared at him over her shoulder, but made no move to get away.
    'And you’re a Victorian maiden?' He stood for a moment admiring the view. She had a world-class arse and this position showed it to perfection.
    He came up behind her and ran hand over her bottom, enjoying the feel of the silky skin. That olive oil did its job well. His first spank was no more than a tap, but she jumped and giggled. He did it again.
    He warmed her up gradually, taking his time before he increased the intensity of the spanks. She giggled her way through the first few, then began to curse, but settled every time he stopped to caress the pink skin. It was getting warmer and the contrast of the hot skin on her arse and the cool skin of her back was enticing. He could not resist dipping his head to string a line of kisses down her spine.
    'Mmmm,' she purred. It was the