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hands clamped on her hips and he pushed against her back, a hard wall demanding her surrender. She couldn’t retreat. Still, his body reassured her, reminding 43
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    her of his protective presence. Max wouldn’t leave her to fly alone through the disorienting emotions tensing her limbs. He buried his face in her hair, whispering how beautiful she was while Josh plundered her mouth, finding portions that Max hadn’t touched. Aside from his mouth on hers, though, Josh didn’t touch her.
    She knew how sexual he was. She’d watched him in action for years. So why didn’t he touch her? Was there something wrong with her? She locked her hands together to keep from covering herself or shoving him so she could dive away. Of course nothing was wrong with her, physically anyway. She wasn’t ready to tackle the ghosts haunting her inner psyche. If there was something lacking in her she wouldn’t be sandwiched between two wonderful men.
    Her pussy tingled as she gave her all to the kiss, ever aware of Max holding her.
    She’d run from relationship to relationship, never finding what she needed. Never trusting any union to last, especially when the guy discovered her needs—needs considered perverse by bland middle-class standards. Her need for bondage and discipline even scared the bad boys who liked to play at being tough but really weren’t.
    They didn’t understand she didn’t want to be abused. She wanted—
    Max splayed his hands on her abdomen, holding her still and exerting his control over her. He had the power. She’d given it over to him and now he was giving her exactly what she wanted. This was what she wanted. Being mastered. Losing her control…willingly.
    With Max all the crap in her past ceased to matter.
    From behind, he dragged a palm up her body until he cupped a breast. His long fingers toyed with her taut nipple, drawing tight the nerves that yanked at her womb.
    She whimpered into Josh’s mouth as her release drew closer from her lover’s touch alone.
    Max’s other hand traveled down her thigh, slipping beneath her skirt. He brushed across the top of her lace-topped, thigh-high nylons.
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    “So hot. For me?” he whispered, fingering the lace. Unable to answer, she made an affirmative sound in her throat. Heat built in her center. She wanted to scream “touch me, give me the release you denied me”. She couldn’t without releasing Josh’s mouth.
    At that moment, unless Max would immediately begin kissing her, she’d rather have stopped breathing.
    Frustration building, she waited. Her fingers curled around the cock pressed to them. Deny her, would he? Slowly, she stroked up and down his rigid length, dragging her thumb over the clearly palpable head and wishing two layers of cloth didn’t separate his flesh from her palm.
    “Oh, angel,” he murmured, thrusting into her grip. Abandoning her thigh, he snaked his hand toward her pussy. She sighed in relief, widening her stance and fisting his arousal.
    Max sucked in a breath when he encountered her uncovered curls. “You are a bad, bad girl.”
    And she hoped she’d be punished appropriately. And soon. She was so wet for him, she was sure he’d find an ocean when he finally entered her. She squeezed him, envisioning the hard length stretching her needy channel.
    Max groaned. He worked one long finger inside her slick folds. The touch alone, so long coming, triggered a wave of jagged tremors. Ana cried out, the sound absorbed by Josh’s mouth. He stabbed his tongue in and out of her mouth, simulating what she desperately needed Max to do to her sheath. Locking her knees, she endeavored to stay still and not rock against Max’s hand.
    Josh stepped back and she barely noticed it. Her sole focus was in the way Max rubbed up and down her clit. Unbearable tension circled upon itself inside her, drawing tighter and tighter until she gritted her teeth. She needed him inside her.
    “You want release?” Max growled. His