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he
plunged his fingers into her again and collected more cream. Then
his fingers returned to her clit. He massaged frantically until she
was jolting beneath his touch.
    Pleasure burned her. Her
hands slid beneath the waistband of his jeans and she lowered them
and then his underwear over his hips. His cock was hot and heavy as
she clenched his hard flesh. She massaged his shaft, squeezed its
length, and made love to his flaring cockhead with her
hands.
    He growled his
approval.
    A hand pressed over her
clothed right breast and he squeezed and then rubbed her nipple
until it was taut and on fire. He sucked her earlobe into his hot
mouth. Spirals of shivers zapped through her.
    Bastard ! He always knew how to drive
her insane with arousal.
    She was shaking when his
hands left her and then he cupped her ass. She knew what was
coming. They’d done this so many times before. She missed it. She
missed him.
    He lifted her and settled
her ass onto her desk. Things toppled over and off the desk and
smashed onto the floor.
    For the split second that
he stared at her, his eyes glazed with a wildness she hadn’t seen
before. It frightened her. It aroused her.
    “ I’m going to
make you mine, Jax. Make it so you won’t want any other man
tonight,” he whispered in a guttural voice that whispered over her
senses like sexy tickles.
    Desire raged through her
but somewhere deep inside her mind, the idea formed that they had
no protection. She wasn’t on the pill. He didn’t have a
condom.
    She should tell him to
stop.
    She closed her eyes as
his mouth melted over hers and all thoughts of caution spiraled
away. Her hands slid over his chest again. Beneath her fingertips,
his heart pounded like crazy. Quickly she found his nipples, and
squeezed and twisted until he was shuddering.
    His demanding lips made
love to her mouth. His hands caressed her breasts and she jerked
when his cockhead pressed into her vagina.
    He thrust into her hard,
fast and to the hilt.
    A tremor shook
her.
    Mercy! Such bigness! His
cock was smooth, hot and utterly endless. Impossibly
deep.
    Her pussy muscles
clenched and struggled to accommodate his stiff shaft. Did he know
she hadn’t had sex with a guy since she’d last been with him? Did
he know that she was contemplating a ménage? Did he know that she
still loved him with all her heart?
    She cried into his mouth
when he withdrew. Gasped as he thrust into her again. Her inner
muscles coiled around him and tightened.
    He ripped his mouth from
hers, growled, and grabbed her hips. He held her tight as he
withdrew and then quickly plunged his thick penis into her again.
And again. The power of his thrusts shocked her. Aroused her and
sent more items plunging to the floor.
    Her senses overloaded and
she exploded.
    As she cried out, he rode
her hard. His strokes into her were fierce and demanding. She
twisted against each furious impalement. Cried into his mouth and
dug her nails into his shoulders as she held onto him and the
pleasure.
    It was agony. It was
beautiful.
    They both had no control.
They were like animals in heat. Him thrusting like a madman. Her
writhing and accepting.
    Their instincts overrode
everything. It was as if she understood he needed to brand her, to
make her remember how good it had been between them. It was as if
he knew she needed that reminder.
    She didn’t know when they
broke their kiss, but she was crying out shamelessly, panting and
holding him as the tremors shattered her.
    Then he went rigid, his
hard flesh locked inside her and her pussy filled with his warm
seed as he came. She held onto him for dear life. Held on tight,
because she never wanted to let go of him.
    It was over too soon. She
wanted more. Another orgasm. But he was withdrawing from her.
Physically and emotionally.
    Her heart clenched as
regret twisted his face.
    “ This
shouldn’t have happened,” he whispered. She watched him pull up his
underwear. His shaft disappeared. His jeans were zipped. He was
shaking