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“You’re amazing.” He pressed his thumb down
relentlessly on her aching clit.

Her mouth parted on a moan. If felt so
good. She raised her hips, wanting the pressure to deepen.

When he slapped the engorged bud hard with
two fingers, Gia nearly came off the floor. Pleasure and pain twisted together
so tightly she gasped. White-hot lightning sizzled through her veins. And this
time she swore her toes curled for real.

“Marc!” His name was half-scream,
half-plea.

Gia had never felt anything so wicked and
wild. Another sharp slap against her sensitive organ and her breath caught. It
took a moment before she could breathe and when she did, all she could get were
short, ragged pants.

What was he doing to her? She writhed
beneath him.

“Me,” he said with a rumble of conviction
that brooked no debate. “I’m the one whose touch you scream for.” He jabbed his
fingers deep inside her again, skimming across the delicious spot that made her
itch for that moment when her body would shatter with ecstasy. “Because tonight
you’re
mine
.”

Gia’s pulse was throbbing in her ears, her
body in total meltdown. The man would get no fight from her, especially if he
kept turning her inside out. If he wanted her to be his—then she was his.

All. Night. Long.

Her hips rose again to meet his thrusts.
God. He fit her perfectly, filling her and bringing her closer to the release
ebbing and flowing through her channel. When her sex contracted and squeezed
him, she heard his swift intake of air.

“That’s it, baby. I like it when your pussy
sucks on my fingers, the way it did my dick earlier.”

A hard spasm sprang out of nowhere, raking
its claws throughout her. “Please, Marc.” Gia didn’t know how long she could hold
out. Each time he entered her, his thumb caressed the tender bud between her
thighs. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Not yet.” He eased back on his knees, the
movement robbing her of his caress. Immediately, a sense of emptiness and
disappointment encompassed her. “I’m not ready.”

The bulge in his jeans and the large damp
spot on his skivvies said differently.

Easing up, she placed her weight on her
elbows. She looked through heavy eyelids. A soft smile touched her lips as she
slid her tongue between them.

“Are you sure?” There was a purr to her
voice she didn’t recognize.

With a single finger, she dragged the nail
slowly up his rock-hard erection until she tugged his underwear down so the
mushroom head was revealed. Pearly drops of come glistened at the small slit.
Once again, her tongue grazed her lips, eager to taste him. Would he taste the
same as a real man—react the same? She’d never been particularly good at this,
but would he even know the difference? When she ran a fingertip through the
milky essence, the heat in his gaze blazed brighter. Oh yeah. He enjoyed that.
The elastic band snapped when she released his briefs. He flinched but never
looked away as she brought her finger to her mouth. Slowly she pushed the digit
between her lips, tasting his essence, salty and masculine—all male.

With a sleek motion, she rose to her knees.

“Son of a bitch.” Marc pushed to his feet,
staring hungrily at Gia’s mouth.

He had been in control and just like that
she tore it out of his hands. The starlet had turned out to be everything he
had dreamed of and more. He could barely get his lungs to work properly as her
silky fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans and started to pull
them down his legs, briefs and all. When they pooled at his ankles, he toed off
his shoes and kicked his pants to the side.

Thick, brownish-red tendrils of hair flowed
down her back as she tipped her face up and smiled. A soft, sensual expression
that revealed she knew exactly who held the reins now.

Bewitched, he couldn’t get over how
exquisite she was or the fact she knelt before him, naked and willing to take
as well as to give pleasure. Spearing his hands into her silky hair, he wrapped
the mass into his fists and urged her forward.

When her delicate hand circled his shaft,
his jaw snapped tight. Her gaze never left his as her lips parted and she
swiped her tongue in a long, slow curl around the bulbous head. As if he were
an ice-cream cone, she licked underneath where he was so sensitive that his
knees buckled, threatening to give way.

A twinkle glimmered in her eyes as she
swallowed him.

God help him. He threw back his head and
hissed like a snake before he returned his gaze to her mesmerizing blues.

Gia’s mouth was hot, wet and so damn tight.
The sight of her sent a rush of blood to his balls, making them so full he was
afraid they might burst. It didn’t help that she kept a slow, steady rhythm
with the bob of her head. The pressure of her lips and the sinful movement of
her tongue as he slid in and out of her precious mouth were so arousing his
hips jerked. If he lived through this night it would be a miracle.

“Fuck yeah.” He rocked his hips against
her.

Little gasping noises grabbed his
attention. She gagged. Eyes wide and watery, she didn’t pull back or try to
release him.

He eased his hold on her head and she
dragged in a shaky breath around him. “Relax your throat and breathe through
your nose.” When the muscles in her throat loosened and she began sucking him
again, he thrust forward, going deeper and further into heaven. “Oh, hell yeah.
Just like that. Suck it, baby.”

The air in his lungs burned, matching the
tiny flames licking at his scrotum. Then she swallowed, her throat squeezing
him tight. Fire shot up his cock. He ducked his head, tensing. A shiver raked
over him.

“Ohhh. Sweetheart, wait.” It took every
ounce of strength to hold back his raging orgasm. “Get on—” Another tremor
stole his words. He didn’t dare breathe or he’d lose it. “Hands. Knees. Now.”
The urgency in his raspy voice couldn’t be hidden. He needed to be inside her.

Slowly, she shifted her body so her
heart-shaped ass faced him. “Like this?” Through feathered lashes the temptress
glanced over a shoulder. She was killing him and what was worse—she knew it.

Standing behind her, he dropped to his
knees. His hips bucked against her, rubbing the hard length of him along the
curve of her ass. Smoothing a palm over the soft skin, he couldn’t help raising
his hand and bringing it down with enough force to sting.

A tight shriek and she drew her head up,
her shock obvious. But when she looked back at him there was fire in her eyes
and a smile upon her face. “You’re physical, aren’t you?”

Oh, hell yeah he was physical. What was
even better was that his woman liked to be spanked, an awareness that heated
his blood. The minute their gazes locked he knew there was restrained passion
burning deep inside her, and he planned to be the one who unleashed it.

Gently he smoothed his palm over the
handprint forming on her bottom, stirring the blood, knowing she would soon
feel the prickly sensation that would follow. When he struck her again, she
moaned, a soft cry of pleasure that shook him to the core. He couldn’t help it.
He bent low, nipping her ass, forcing another cry from her lips as his tongue
bathed the sting.

“Marc. Please.” The plea in her trembling
voice shattered what was left of his resistance.

With one hand he grabbed a handful of hair
and pulled her head back so that her slender neck arched gracefully. The other
hand he used to guide his throbbing cock to her entrance. Parting the swollen
folds, he slammed into her. Her body welcomed him, clamping down with an iron
grip.

Tight. Warm. Moist. And so fucking right he
shuddered.

Again and again, he pistoned forward. The
sounds of their bodies slapping together and her little cries were so hot he
thought he’d come apart at the seams. The room filled with their scents
mingling together. Pleasure rippled through him, raising his balls into the
shelter of his body.

He could stay buried inside her forever.

Releasing her hair, he burrowed his fingers
into her hips, guiding her back hard and fast as he plunged forward, surging
deeper each time. The head of his erection rubbing against her cervix was
driving him crazy, and then she tensed. Her silky heat closed around him,
milking him with an intensity that threatened to throw him over the edge.

She jerked, tossing her hair back. “Oh God.
Yes.” Her scream echoed in the room. Her arms quivered, shook. For a moment he
thought they might give out on her.

The grip he had on her hips firmed,
steadying her. One last time, he reared back, hips thrusting forward, then held
their bodies tightly together. Lightning ripped through him with the ferocity
of a storm that stole the air from his lungs. His skin prickled and his sight
dimmed. A gush of cum released, tearing from him a low, satisfied groan that
felt as if it came from his soul. Each powerful jerk of his cock unraveled him,
so that when the last one died he found he couldn’t move.

Gia slid forward onto her belly, stealing
the warmth of her body and exposing him to a cool breeze that whispered across
his still throbbing cock. Rolling onto her back, she stretched like a lazy
kitten and smiled up at him. “Mmmm. That was wonderful.”

Lowering himself beside her, he took her
into his embrace, held her close. “No. You were wonderful.” He pressed his lips
to her forehead.

They lay in each other’s arms on the
carpeted floor, their breathing labored as the aftermath washed over them.
Neither spoke until a sated sigh broke the silence.

Through half-shuttered eyelids, she glanced
up at him. “Ready for that shower?”

Marc was a fool giving up the opportunity
to make love to her again, but there were several things he had to take care
of. “Why don’t you go and relax. I’ll grab one in the other room.”

“Are you sure?” Her satiny palms smoothed
down his back and lower to caress his ass. “I’m getting used to having you
around.” She squeezed playfully.

The temptation to join her was almost too
much, but this might be the only time he had to slip away. Marc kissed her
tenderly on the lips before he rose to his feet and assisted her up. When they
were both standing, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
Her hands were warm against his chest. She was so beautiful. Passionate. His
mouth found hers. He could taste himself on her lips, tongue. The memory made
his body stir. No woman had ever moved him like she had.

She pushed her hand between them, folding
her fingers around his firming erection. “Are you sure you won’t join me?” The
sensuality in her voice was hard to resist and so was the teasing tug she gave
his cock.

Her skin was so soft beneath his palms
brushing up and down her arms. He pulled her to him and kissed her once more
before she stepped out of his arms and walked away. The sexy sway of her hips
mesmerized him. He would never tire of watching her. When the bathroom door
closed behind her, he padded across the room, locating his pants. Once he
pushed open the door to the adjoining room and stepped inside, he was surprised
to see his suitcases lying on the bed. “Leda.” He closed the door behind him
and strode toward his luggage. With a twist of his fingers, he snapped open a
bag, reached for his cell phone buried amongst his clothes and quickly dialed
Toil.

“M.A.C. Division, how can I help you?” the
salesman answered.

“By telling me how we’re doing.” Marc kept
his eyes glued to the door between his room and Gia’s.

“Marc? Where the hell are you?” Toil’s
voice sounded muffled as if he were cupping the receiver so no one could hear
him.

“Heaven.” A grin curled the corners of
Marc’s mouth.

“Fuck. I figured that.” Silence spread
across the phone lines. “You’re going to get us into deep shit.” Toil paused.
“Is she as good as I’ve dreamed?”

Better.
But
Marc wasn’t one of those men who bragged, so he remained silent.

“Not fair. If you’re pulling me into this
masquerade, then I deserve to hear every immoral and sordid detail.”

“Focus, Toil.” The grin on Marc’s face
grew. “How’s business?”

“We sold out by nine o’clock. Six
backorders, which means you really should get back here and get to work. Tell
you what. I’ll take your place.”

Marc chortled. “I’m sure you would. Listen
to me. No one can know about this arrangement. As far as you know I’ve already
departed for my vacation.”

“What? You’re staying? With her?”

“Yes.”

“Have you told her the truth?”

Silence stretched between them.

“This has disaster written all over it, my
friend.” When Marc once again didn’t respond, Toil added, “But what a way to
go. Be careful.”

“I will. I’ll have my cell phone with me if
anything comes up. Later.” Before Marc buried the telephone beneath his
clothes, he placed it on vibe. His gaze was drawn to the door between him and
Nirvana.

“What the hell.” With a great big smile he
headed toward her bedroom.