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like that, at my most… I dunno, it did something to me.” She paused. “I wondered…what would happen if it got lost.”
    Lennon hooked his fingers under her crotch line and pushed the cotton aside, baring her wet pussy to his hungry eyes.
    “Did you?”
    “If someone else found it.”
    “And watched you.”
    “But I didn’t want that,” she insisted, her voice strained. “I really didn’t.”
    “I know,” he replied honestly. And he did. The sexual thrill of being watched versus the reality of being watched were two different things, especially when the person watching was one’s former boss. Lennon wasn’t one to pick apart semantics. One of his former girlfriends used to get off reading ménage erotic romances, but whenever he jokingly suggested bringing someone else into bed with them, she would spiel out a lecture that would do any law professor proud.
    Fantasy and reality lived in two different worlds. Right now, for Lennon, those worlds had merged. He wasn’t stupid enough to think it would last.
    Kenzie gasped, arching when the pad of his thumb settled over her swollen clit. Seeing her up close was something out of another person’s life. He felt he knew her every crevice. The birthmark on her inner thigh, the indention of her belly, the familiar way her body shook—it was like stepping into a movie and discovering details he hadn’t known to miss. The warm scent of her excitement tickled his nostrils, and his tongue was eager to delve into her flesh, lap her up from the inside out and feel its way around her clitoris.
    “Yes,” she answered at last, and it took him a moment to remember what he’d last said. “The…idea of someone…watching me, and…”
    “Getting hot?”
    She nodded feverishly.
    Lennon grinned and, unable to tease her or himself a moment longer, leaned in and dragged his tongue from slit to clit. Kenzie moaned, her eyes squeezing shut and her hands flailing about the floor as though searching for something to grab. Her liquid heat exploded in his mouth, and he knew then one taste would never be enough.
    “You know how hot it got me,” he said, nuzzling her wet flesh. “I showed you.”
    Kenzie nodded again. “Oh yes.”
    “When you found the tape, before you got angry, what did you think?”
    A ghost of a frown danced across her face. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean.” Lennon sucked two fingers inside his mouth. He held her gaze and slowly dragged them out, nice and lubricated, then pushed them to her opening.
    “I mean,” he said again, “did you think of me, watching you and masturbating?”
    Kenzie’s eyes widened and she settled back again. “Yes.”
    “How’d that make you feel?”
    “Pissed.”
    “Besides that.”
    “Horny as fuck,” she said. “Do you have any idea how hard it is breaking the law while turned on beyond belief?”
    Lennon shuddered and rewarded her honesty by licking her clit again, his fingers slipping into her cunt. She enveloped him like warm velvet, soaked and fiery hot, her body drawing him in, and in he followed. Kenzie gasped again, fisting a handful of his hair and thrusting herself wantonly against his mouth. Yet, despite his innate desire to consume her fully, drown in her juices until her taste had branded itself permanently on his tongue, he wanted the payout to be good. He wanted to drag it out as much as possible.
    If this was all he had, he wanted to make the most of it.
    Lennon dropped a kiss across the birthmark on her inner thigh, admiring the way her fleshy, womanly folds fit around his fingers.
    “So,” he said.
    Kenzie looked up again, frustration marring her face. “So?”
    “You had a crush on me.”
    She stared at him for a moment before snorting with laughter. “You really wanna talk about that now?”
    “I do.”
    “You’re an ass.”
    “I’ve been called worse.”
    Lennon slid his fingers out of her, pulled them to his mouth and licked them clean. She scowled at him the whole time.
    “I just