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stop. Give me a minute.”
    She slapped him hard on the chest. “Don’t hold back on me, goddammit. I wanna make you come.”
    “No, no. Not yet. Not yet. Damn.” He pul ed her off him and tossed her onto her back in the center of the bed. “Shit, shit, I’m going to lose it.”
    Lose what? His erection? Not bloody likely. He was as hard as granite.
    He rol ed on top of her and slid inside her again. Her eyes drifted closed. Her back arched, rubbing her bel y against his. The fingers of his left hand tapped rhythmical y against her shoulder. His strokes were different this time, a three-quarter time beat, if she wasn’t mistaken, and he was humming under his breath.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Shh. Shh. I’ve almost got it.”
    She watched him for a moment, trying to figure out the sudden change in him. “Are you hearing music in your head?”
    “Shh, sweetheart. Please.”
    She fel silent. Whatever he was doing was obviously important. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the perfect rhythm of his deep strokes. The riff he hummed in her ear was outstanding. Sensual. Even more sensual than his usual work. She’d never heard anything like it before, and she was a col ector of excel ent guitar segments.

    He paused and looked down at her. “I need something to write on.”
    Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding me, right?”
    “Baby, I haven’t written a new riff in months. You are beyond awesome.” He grinned down at her, pumping into her hard and steady. “Making love to this perfect body stimulates more than my cock.”
    “Thanks.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “I guess.”
    He reached for a pen on the side table and uncapped it. He wiped the sweat from her body with the sheet and drew a straight line across her chest. He then added a series of dots on, above, and below the line. Scribbled letters appeared here and there. E. C. C#.
    She just watched him, too surprised to protest. The line of musical notes continued across her breasts, under her breasts, several lines along her bel y.
    He paused, his eyes drifting closed. “God, you feel good, Myrna. So good.” She planted her feet on the bed, lifted her hips and gyrated. “Yeah.” He rose up on his knees slightly and thrust forward, grinding deep. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Take me. Al of me.
    Inside.” He began to pump into her again, withdrawing only slightly as if he didn’t want to move at al . “I hear you,” he whispered.
    Her brow furrowed. Her panting? Is that what she meant?
    He pul ed out unexpectedly, leaving her empty. She groaned in protest.
    “Turn over,” he demanded breathlessly.
    “What?”
    “I’m out of space and this solo you’ve inspired…” He shook his ink pen at her.
    She laughed. “You’re crazy.”
    “Al geniuses are.”
    She smiled and rol ed onto her stomach. She’d thought he’d just start writing on her back, but he eased her onto her knees and slid his cock inside her again. He thrust into her with the same rhythm as before, drawing notes across the skin of her back while she groaned. This man would be her downfal . She knew it with a certainty. She rocked back against him, loving the way his bal s slapped against her with each steady stroke.
    “Hold stil ,” he complained.
    “Then stop screwing me so wel .”
    “I need the rhythm to get the spacing of the notes right. I could cal Sticks for a tempo, if you’d like.”
    “I prefer this method.” She concentrated on holding stil for him so he could write and maintain his rhythm at the same time.
    “God, me, too. But I need to come soon. I’m about to explode. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you are?”
    He scattered line upon line of notes across her back and then tossed the pen across the room. He leaned forward to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples as he deserted his music-writing tempo for quick shal ow strokes. His moans grew louder and louder as he gave himself over to pleasure.
    With one final deep