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her ear. He nipped at the fleshy lobe and goose bumps rose on her skin. “And don’t move them.”
    His arm slid from around her waist and his chest scraped along her backside as he sank to his knees behind her. A gasp escaped when his firm hands clasped her ankles and urged her feet back and out. Before she knew it she was bent forward at the waist, her hands on the window keeping her standing as his hands slid up her outer thighs, lifting her skirt.
    “Very nice,” he said when her pink velvet thong was exposed. His words caused his hot breath to whisp over her buttocks, and a tremor of pure want ran through her as he quickly got rid of the panties.
    Samair lifted her head and focused on the tableau of dancers on the other side of the one way mirror. She was afraid if she didn’t that her knees would give out too soon, and she wouldn’t get what she’d really been craving: Val’s mouth on her body.
    His hands ran up and down her legs, and then over her rounded butt, lifting and squeezing her cheeks. Hot air landed on her exposed pussy lips a split second before a firm wet tongue speared between them. A joyous cry leapt from her throat and her knees trembled.
    Val’s grip on her hips was strong, his head thrust between her thighs as he showed no mercy. This was no gentle seduction. His mouth was firm, open and hungry. His thumbs spread her wide, his tongue thrust deep, and his teeth nipped teasingly. A thrilling mix of pain and pleasure whipped through her and her head fell forward, eyes closed. Who was she kidding? Nothing could distract her from what he was doing.
    She was no innocent; men had eaten her out before. But she’d always felt too self-conscious to lie there, stretched out in such a vulnerable position, and stopped them after just a few minutes. Maybe it was standing up that made this so much better. Maybe it was facing the wall. Maybe it was Val and his blatant enjoyment of what he was doing. She didn’t really care.
    All she cared about was what she was feeling.
    A finger circled her clit and his tongue toyed with her entrance, dipping in and out. Arousal coiled low in her belly and she arched her back, giving him better access. The pressure on her clit intensified and she ground down on him, her whole body straining toward the orgasm that was so close. Her fingers curled against the glass, trying to grab hold of something solid as the sensations built to an unbearable level and pleasure exploded through her. With a victorious cry she welcomed wave after wave of sensation as it flooded her mind and body.
    Her knees buckled, but Val held her up, not stopping his attentions or giving her a chance to recover. Just when she was getting ready to beg him to stop, he shifted. His hand left her clit, a finger thrust deep inside her, and his tongue brushed lightly over her puckered rear hole. Her body jerked in response and he chuckled.
    “So sensitive. I love that in a woman,” he murmured.
    “Never . . . Nobody’s . . . ever . . . done that to me before.” She forced the words out before a moan of pleasure ripped through her. She was hypersensitive.
    “Hmmm,” he hummed, sending small vibrations through her.
    “Val . . .”
    Another hum from him, another shudder ripping through her.
    “Val . . . please.”
    She wasn’t even aware of the words leaving her mouth. All she knew was that she wanted—she needed . . . more.
    She continued to mutter, to beg and arch her back. She spread her legs farther as his hand rubbed faster, two fingers sinking deeper inside her as his tongue swirled around her back entrance until she snapped. “Val! Fuck me, damn it!”
    “All you had to do was ask, baby.”
    Cool air flowed over her heated skin when he stood back. She heard nothing but the pounding of hot blood rushing through her veins until his hands once again gripped her hips and the head of his cock slid along her cleft.
    “Yes!”
    He thrust true, filling her up. With no hesitation he pumped fast and