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“I expect to.” She moaned as he skimmed his lips back up her
thighs to her bush and her bellybutton. “I haven’t had enough of you. Don’t
know if I ever will.”

“We’ve got time, honey,” he whispered as he sank two fingers
in her pussy, drew out some of her juice and sucked on his fingers.

Her gaze was hooked on his mouth. “Two weeks and only two
more rubbers.”

“Never worry.” He caught her against him and looked down at
her breasts crushed against his chest. “We’ll get more.”

“Lots and lots more,” she insisted, tilting her mound
against his pelvic bone.

“Promise.” He dropped a quick kiss to her cheek. “Now be a
good girl, and turn around.”

“You’ve practiced this before, have you?” God, she hoped
not. But he seemed so clever, so inventive about all this love play. He kissed
her nape and her scapula. Trailed one hand own her spine to delve a finger into
her asshole and massage her slit in long, languid strokes. She was panting, her
heart racing. She widened her stance, eager, begging him to touch her more. But
he crouched, defining her thighs, her calves, tickling her toes and then coming
back up to spread her ass cheeks and kiss her just above her tiny hole. The
touch of his mouth was like feeling heaven. She whimpered, wild to know if she
was the only one he’d ever had so often, so voraciously. “Tell me. Have you
done this a lot?”

“I’ve done my share.” He whirled her back around to face
him, then kissed her until her breath stalled. “But never like this, never with
anyone as giving as you. And it’s going to be as good as the first time.”

“Wow. Promise?” she teased him, catching a glimpse of his
mouth, full and sensual with lust.

Growling, he shoved her under the shower. “Bet on it.”

“What do I get…?” She sputtered and coughed, water in her
throat and eyes and nose. “What do I get if you’re not as good as the first
time?”

Grinning, he wiped water from her face with his two big
hands and brought her flush to him. “You get to have me over and over until you
are totally satisfied.”

She beamed at him as he turned off the water. “A guarantee
of customer service.”

He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel from the rack
and helped her walk out to face him. “I aim to please.”

“Afterward, do I get a customer survey?” she whispered as he
reverently patted her dry and smiled down at her.

“Absolutely.” Drying himself off, he dropped the towel to
the floor and led her back to bed. “Before you complete the form, come sample
more of the goods.”

Chapter Four

How lucky could one girl get?

She scrambled up on the rumpled bed, her skin damp, her
breasts afire from his mouth and his hands, her cunt so flowing with juice she
felt delectable and very racy. Her eyes went wide as he crawled over her,
cupped her nape and kissed her as if he’d been starving for decades.

Then he pushed her to the mattress and began to lick her
earlobe. His tongue was delicate, flicking her there, then darting beneath to
trace the long path down her throat. God. He really was going to sample every
inch of her. She gulped, her cunt swelling and throbbing, making her squirm
with impatience.

He must have intuited what she wanted, two of his fingers
sliding up inside her pussy and stroking her G-spot. She lifted her hips as his
mouth wended its way down her cleavage, then sucked on one of her nipples, high
and hard.

She arched into him, his mouth and his fingers teasing her,
pleasing her, making her crazy as she pulsed in appreciative response.

She clutched at his shoulders and rode out the glorious
rippling orgasm.

But he sank down to put his mouth to her seam. “Got to give
me another chance to lick you all over, honey. Seems my determination doesn’t
last too long with you. Your pretty body drives me nuts. I love the way you
smell, the way you taste. Open this pussy for me and show me how you like to be
touched.”

“You mean“— Her eyes widened. She’d never shown any man how
she served herself. No man had ever asked. She had never offered or even
thought she might entertain a man that way. But with Rex, she’d be—she gulped
in laughter—informing him. Educating him. So why withhold on the basis of
girlish modesty? He’d just tasted nearly every bit of her. Why not show him
what her fingers had accomplished for her before he had come along?

“Why wait?” he echoed her words. “Isn’t that our motto
today? Especially when I’ve seen and felt almost every wonderful thing God gave
you, hmm?”

She swallowed hard. Her imagination zoomed away. If she
showed him how she liked to be stroked deep inside her labia, she would love
it. She hummed with the expectation.

“Aw, honey,” he insisted, thinking she delayed out of
shyness, “come on and give this man a chance to make good marks on that
customer survey.”

She chuckled.

He winked at her. “Okay. A little persuasion.” With two
fingers, he opened her labia, found her clit with his tender lips and kissed
her. Then he pulled away, rested on his elbow and repeated his demand. His
fingers combed her pussy hair, then tugged. “I need to see you pleasure
yourself.”

Courage rushed through her bloodstream.

Lost to his charm, she reached down to open her lips. The
sound of liquid parting made her shiver. He smiled. Thrilled at his response,
she sank her index finger far inside and stroke herself ever so delicately. She
moaned and so did he. Biting her lips, she found her tiny nub, now large, hard
and slick with cream. In a daze, she circled it with the tip of her finger,
then thrust two fingers of one hand inside herself while the other caressed her
clit. She was drenched, plush, molten and so entranced by the rapturous look on
his face. His lust was almost too bright, too fierce to watch. She’d burn up,
go to ashes, never feel him inside her again. “Rex, honey,” she murmured as she
tapped her clit over and over, her whole body crying out with need of him.

He shifted on the bed, removed her fingers and replaced them
with his own.

In a minute, she was bucking, rising off the bed, his
fingers fucking her while his mouth nibbled on her clit and made her keen.

Her insides pounding so violently she shook, she grabbed him
to her and let him rock her in his arms. His hands stroking her hair, he told
her how wonderful she was.

“I’m impressed. How many times can you come?” he asked after
a minute or so.

She shrugged. “By myself? Twice. With you, clearly, more
than that and more quickly too.”

His eyes went half lidded with desire. “And with other men?
How often?”

“Not like this. Not like now.”

“Are you telling me no man has ever explored this lush bod
more than twice in a night?”

She chuckled. “You have a great opinion of the male gender!
Try no more than once.”

“They were stupid.”

“Or incapable!”

He chuckled. “I’m honored.”

“That you are creative? Rex Martinez, sir. I’m the one
who’s—”

“About to come again.” His blue eyes turned wicked as he
massaged her clit. “We’ll set a record for you.”

Her pussy welcomed his fingers with fresh cream. Her legs
clamped together to intensify his caress. “I want you inside me this time,” she
declared, bit her lower lip and stretched to reach for the bedside table and
another condom.

“Not yet, darlin’.”

“But—”

“We’ve got only two more of those. Got to make ’em last.”

“No,” she objected and knew she was nearly wailing. “
Now.
We’ll buy more. Have to.”

He kissed her as if his life depended on it, hard and stern
and desperate. “The way I want you, there aren’t enough of these little guys in
the world to keep me happy. So we need to be inventive. And I’m not done
tasting you. So, flat on your back, baby, and let me swing around so you have a
good taste of me.”

With his beautiful big cock near her lips like this, she
wiggled in frenzied delight. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her open.
Her cunt filled with more lube and she knew she’d gone to paradise. Taking his
balls in one hand, she stroked him slowly as she encouraged him to lower his
hips so that she could take all of him into her mouth.

The minute she swallowed his crest, he took possession of
her pussy. With two fingers probing the depths of her channel, he sucked her
clit into his mouth and laved her with his big rough tongue.

“Honey,” he whispered to her between lavish licks of her
labia, “I want to make you scream for me.”

She captured her breath, vowing to make him come in her
mouth and make him the first one to cry out. His cock was thick, soft as down
and hard as steel beneath. His shaft was red, heavily veined, his helmet purple
fragrant. His slit giving her savory drops of his cum that she licked up with a
reverent thirst. And though he nipped and sucked on her pussy with a dexterity
that made her sizzle and steam, he paused now and again to gasp at her
ministrations.

Inside, she thrilled that she was capable of making him happy.
So happy, that she had only two or three good tastes of him before he yanked
away. She followed, her body arching over him to give him more of her. Despite
the fact that he had stopped eating her, she was ready to burst with an orgasm
and yet ravenous to make him come She wanted to have everything he had to give,
every drop of his being.

He gasped for air, his hands covering his cock and balls.
“Honey, stop, wait! Damn, who taught you how to do this to a man?”

From the sound of his voice, she knew he loved it all and
nudged his hands away. “No one. Ever,” she said between long luscious pulls on
his shaft. “I want to make you come.”

He cursed, but in two more strokes, he was growling, his
hips bucking as he gave himself up to her. His cum was thick and salty, and
when he was drained, he lay there, an arm over his face. “Hell, what a ride,”
he finally commended her. Reversing himself, he grabbed her and rolled her
under him. “You are so talented, I may never leave this bed.”

She giggled. “Just my idea of a good time, Ranger, sir.”

His fingers brushed down her tummy to tangle in her bush.
“Your pussy is so wet and swollen, it would be a crime to let all this go to
waste.”

She widened her eyes at him. “What did you have in mind?”

“A nice long fuck.”

She gulped. “Better be with your cock inside me.”

“No other way.”

She glanced at his shaft, resting on his thigh. “When? Soon?
I hope, I hope.”

He chuckled. “Let me taste this pussy again and I’ll give
you an ETA.”

She shifted in the bed so quickly, they both laughed.
“Predictability is part of great customer service.”

“Let me prepare the way.” He leaned over, broke the seal on
a foil wrapper from the bedside table and plunked it on top. Agile as an
athlete, he rolled back over and pulled her close. Flush to his supple flesh,
she felt his strength impart a sense of peace she hadn’t felt since this
nightmare of being stalked by the gang began two months ago.

“I really liked what you just did,” he told her, his fingers
combing her hair.

She knew what he was really asking, and she supposed that
the time was right to discuss her past affairs. “What I just did was nothing
I’ve ever done before for any man. I’ve gone to bed with men, sure. But never
done that. Never even close.” She looked up at him. “I loved doing that for you
and I want to do it again.”

One side of his mouth hitched up, his fingers never stopping
their caress of her hair. “Christ, I’m so glad about that, I could crow.”

“Care to take my customer survey?”

“I’ll give you a ten, baby. All stars. All the time.”

She snuggled into him and kissed his chest, a small quick
blessing for the sweetness of his loving. “I’ve had a couple of steadies. Only
one guy came close to being a candidate for husband.”

“What happened?”

“I learned he had a nasty streak.”

Rex froze. “Look at me. He hurt you?”

She shook her head. “He was rough. Pulled me around. Gave me
a couple of bruises. If I didn’t move fast enough through a door, or keep up
with him on the sidewalk. There was something underneath there that frightened
me off him.”

“I’ll say.”

“When I broke up with him, he wasn’t happy. Threatened me
with his fist.”

“Bastard.”

“I told him if he ever came near me again, I’d call the
police.”

“Serves him right. And?”

“He hasn’t. I think he even moved to another city. I haven’t
seen him in months.”

“He lived near you.”

“No. He had an office in the same building that I rent in.
We met in the coffee shop one morning.” She sighed and cuddled into Rex,
enjoying the contrast between this man and the one she shooed away. “Working an
Emergency Room, I saw too many battered women to ever think a macho guy was one
who beat up on the woman he loved.”

Rex dropped a kiss into her hair. “I hear you.”

“No one is worse than someone who abuses you.”

“True.” There was a long brooding silence that led her to
believe he was mulling that over.

“No,” she told him, getting the jump on the next obvious
question she thought he’d ask. “No one else ever did abuse me. In fact, my life
has been very free of problem people. My parents were great people. Gone now. I
have a brother stationed in Afghanistan. He’s a paramedic. I’m very ordinary.”

“Except that you write books about criminals.”

“And how they’re caught and put away.” She grinned at him.
“And you? Where did you get your passion for putting the bad guys in the
slammer?”

“My dad was the sheriff in Kendall Country for more than
thirty years. I’d visit the jail after school and see the ones he’d put away.
Compared to today’s crop of bad guys, those old cusses were tame. Boring.”

“Is he retired now? Your father?”