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her.
    And suddenly too much became just right as she lost herself to the madness.
    Unerringly his thrusts got deeper, harder and she arched her hips to meet his clever fingers. It was right there, shimmering before her, the release drawing her down, urging her on.
    She tried to hold back, to hold onto the terrible, wonderful insanity for just another moment but lost the battle as his fingers went deep, curling up to press on her G-spot.
    The pressure built unbearably and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
    One more deep, luscious pull of his wet mouth and she sucked in a ragged breath and let the orgasm take her. She burst into pieces, coming hard, her body clenching over and over as the tremors racked her.
    “Oh my—Alex!”
    He was relentless and worked her body hard, milking her climax to the very end until she lay in a quaking heap.

    As her spasms slowed, Alex squeezed his eyes closed. The image of her spread on the table like this would be a part of him forever. He tried to get a grip on his emotions, tried to slow his racing heart as he slid his fingers from her wet heat and stood.
    “Where did you learn that?” she asked, her quivery voice laced with wonder.
    He gazed down at her rosy cheeks, those trusting eyes, that beautiful body so open to him, so giving. The guilt lanced him hard. Just tell her the truth.
    “I have to tell you something.”
    “I have to tell you something too.” Her face grew serious. “This isn’t me. I’ve never done this with anyone but you. I’m breaking the rules here for you because I feel something for you that I’ve never felt before.”
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    Her words thrilled him but made his even more difficult to say and they stuck in his craw as he opened his mouth to speak.
    Holly continued. “I’m going to tell Queen Lucienne I don’t want the job. I’m going to just go back to being a Tooth Fairy.”
    At that, his stomach bottomed out. Godammit, he’d thought they were past that shit. If it wasn’t a game to her anymore, why would she still be lying to him?
    No more romanticizing, you punk. One day of great sex with a gorgeous woman. That’s all this is and don’t forget it.
    Still, her seemingly heartfelt speech grated on him, an unnecessary almost unkind twist of the knife in his back.
    “What did you want to tell me?” she asked.
    His heart felt like a hard lump in his chest, but as he stared down at her spread legs, the Great Betrayer throbbed and stiffened, still very interested in completing their transaction.
    Hot sex on the menu. When had that ever been a bad thing?
    “Not important,” he said, his voice more grim than he intended. “Now where were we?”
    He bent low, trapping a nipple between his teeth and sucking. Slipping a hand into the pocket of his track pants, he pulled out the condom he’d tucked away on the off chance his attempt at a full seduction succeeded. Never taking his mouth from her, he shoved down the waistband of his pants, tore open the package then worked the sheath over his aching cock.
    Testing her readiness, he bit back a groan as his swollen tip made contact with the soaking molten lips of her pussy.
    She may not care about him, but she wanted him. Bad.
    The power of it juiced him and he figured if he was going out, he was going out with a bang.
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    Holly Tucket would remember fucking Alex Nichlaus, even if she didn’t know his name.
    He released her nipple, then bent his knees, working his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. Her body resisted at first, the channel tight and unyielding from her orgasm, but he persisted, not stopping until he filled her. She lay motionless as he pulled back his torso and locked his gaze with hers. He paused, allowing her body to stretch and hold him comfortably then withdrew almost completely.
    He took in the image of their bodies joined, her soft white thighs against his darker ones, the tight, ginger curls of her neat little pussy, the pouty lips of her sex