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shoulder.
    When her brain came back on line, she began nibbling at his shoulder and throat, unable to resist the lure of his skin. The gentle hand on the back of her head became an insistent grip on her hair, forcing her face away from his chest, tilting it up so Drake could kiss her. A mysterious rainbow flickered behind her eyelids and any reality other than Drake’s mouth, Drake’s hands, Drake’s body slipped away. She moved to straddle his lap, her wet pussy pressed against the rough fly of his jeans, moving against him as they kissed. She wanted to unzip him, slip his hard cock inside her, but she guessed Drake was as perverse as he was perverted, and taking the initiative before he was ready might get her the opposite of what she craved. So she lost herself in the kiss, and when he began kissing down her neck to her collarbone, she arched back to allow him access to her breasts if he wanted.
    He wanted.
    “Hands behind your back,” he whispered, and even though she didn’t want to let go of him, she obeyed. She had a feeling whatever he had planned was going to feel great even if it was something she hadn’t thought to desire yet. She clasped her hands loosely behind her back, and one of Drake’s hands captured her wrists. Hardly surprising, considering what happened earlier, but still searing. She sighed, leaned back farther as he gave a gentle tug. His mouth moved farther down, back to nipples still sensitized from before.
    Only this time he wasn’t just nibbling and nipping. He was biting and suckling hard, a fierceness that paralleled the spanking. She saw crimson and purple, gasped at the strong, terrible, wonderful intensity of the sensation. “You’re going to leave marks,” she managed to say, picturing the marks as she said it.
    Drake paused long enough to ask, “Is that okay?”
    She thought, as best she could, briefly. “Yes.” Then, thinking about the pleasure of seeing black-and-blue bite marks and bruises in the mirror tomorrow, something to help her remember this crazy encounter, “Please. Please. Mark me.”
    Drake gave a hard, suckling bite to the side of her breast. The room, her world, turned into a swirling mass of nameless colors, hot glass not yet resolved into a form. She shuddered and bucked. It wasn’t pain and it wasn’t another orgasm, but it had elements of both hurt and fierce, frantic arousal. It was a sense of rightness, of coming home, like she’d wanted to be claimed in this way, by this man, for a very long time.
    Which was ridiculous. They hardly knew each other.
    Didn’t make it any less real in this moment, though.
    Drake released her hands. Rolling them both onto their sides, he scooped her close, pulling her against him, stroking her until her trembling subsided.
    She sighed, “That was…” Then she stopped, at a loss for the right word.
    “Intense?” he asked. “Insane?”
    “Yes and yes. It was a lot, but it feels like it was even more than it was. Does that make sense?”
    Drake kissed the top of her head, and it was another one of those of “a lot more” moments, weighted in a way Jen didn’t understand. “Yes, as much as any of this does. I can’t explain it…can’t explain any of this.”
    She caught an undertone. “And that bothers you, doesn’t it? It’s not an equation you can solve for X.”
    He sighed and pulled her even closer. “Got it in one. And by the same token, I bet you like knowing there’s something going on you can’t quite put a finger on.”
    “The unknown is where you find art. This is going to be quite the adventure.”
    He kissed her forehead again. “I thought today would be a little fooling around to get it out of our systems before we started worrying about whether it was more. Didn’t mean for it to go this far, let alone in this direction.”
    “The best adventures start when you don’t expect them. That’s why they’re adventures.”
    “Do I seem like a man who likes adventures?”
    She rolled up onto