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allowing him into that delectable ass, and he’d sunk into her with barely leashed abandon, amazed by the fit and feel of her. And the fact she opened herself completely to whatever he wanted for six undivided hours. No one had ever affected him that much before. Or since.
    So being in the house with her now was as dangerous as bathing in gasoline before dancing around a bonfire.
    Suddenly, she twisted on the bed. The perfect view he’d had changed as she moved her leg to the side, allowing him an unimpeded view of her taut calf and inner thigh.
    A few inches to her left and, if she’d ditched her panties, he’d see every spectacular bit of her wet flesh. Even now, his mouth watered as he remembered the addicting taste that had kept him coming back to her again and again.
    Alyssa moaned. Then thrashed again.
    Holy shit, is she — ?
    “Yes!” she cried out, then gasped to catch her breath.
    Masturbating. Hell.
    Go in the bathroom. Shut the door. Stay the fuck away . The litany of good advice ran through his head, and he sucked in a harsh breath, trying to force himself to hear it over the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing to his cock.
    “Oh, yes!”
    Her hoarse, broken whisper fried his blood in his veins. He had to see her. Had to. Yes, she was bad for him, and he didn’t want to be one of the many in her bed. But the woman was temptation personified. He’d never seen another woman more equipped to lead a man into sin.
    Just one step . . .
    Luc left his pajama pants on the bathroom counter and moved closer to Alyssa’s bedroom, wincing when his jeans chafed his erection. But one step was enough to bring only her hip into view. Lovely, but he wanted to see her self-pleasure. How she was doing it, how seriously she pursued it, how her body bowed when ecstasy hit.
    Damn, he felt like a sick bastard, but no way could he stop.
    Another step closer, then a third, until he was hovering just behind the crack in her door.
    Then he got an eyeful that lit him on fire. Alyssa wearing nothing but her red garters, sheer hose, and fuck-me shoes. She gripped her breast in one hand and, with the other, dove into her very wet folds.
    Luc staggered back, gripping the wall beside him for support. And he stared. Flames engulfed his balls, licked his cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck . . .
    Alyssa’s fingers fluttered around her clit. Moisture gushed. Her thighs tightened, her back arching. He panted, glued to the sight. Seared.
    She thrashed again, spreading her legs wider. Then she plunged her fingers inside her drenched opening and bucked, whimpering.
    Luc clutched the doorknob tighter. God, how badly he wanted to go in there and give her relief, put his mouth right over her aching clit until she came across his tongue, then plunge deep inside her pussy with unrelenting strokes. Once she’d come a half dozen times and taken the edge off his hunger, then he’d turn her over and use all her delicious lubrication to slide into her backside and linger there, thrusting slow, hard, deep.
    Her muttering suddenly broke into his thoughts. She whispered, and he couldn’t make out her words. He wanted to—desperately. Needed to know. What was she thinking while she fucked herself ? Whom did she think of ?
    Turning off the voice in his head that told him he was stupid to court danger, he shoved the door open another few inches and eased inside the shadowed corner. Her little bedside lamp spilled light across her body, illuminating golden skin, the pale blond strands of her shining hair—and her nearly bare pussy.
    Again, she muttered something, and he still couldn’t hear. The suspense was killing him. The anxiety. Would Tyler’s name fall from her lips? Someone else’s?
    “Fuck me . . .” she cried softly.
    Damn, he wanted to, so, so badly. He scrubbed a hand down his face, then fastened his gaze on Alyssa again. He couldn’t stay away. Simply impossible. She was his weakness. His drug of choice.
    Luc swallowed against the lust. He