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When she caught it between her teeth and sucked hard on him, he had to fight back
the orgasm threatening to explode from his cock.

He didn’t realize she’d started to unbutton his shirt until it gaped open. His nipples
stood at attention as the room’s cooler air brushed against them. When she’d done
away with the rest of the buttons, her hands spread the fabric wide and she just stared
up at him for several seconds.

“I love your body.” Her words held a power that whipped against him like a lash. “So
strong, so masculine. So touchable.”

“Then go ahead and touch me. I’m all yours.”

“Take the shirt off for me. I want full access.”

He swallowed hard as he did what she wanted, knowing the time was coming when he’d
be the ones making the demands. And his demands would require so much more of her
than she asked from him.

Shrugging his shoulders, he dropped his arms to his sides and let the shirt fall to
his wrists before he dropped it to the floor at his side. Her hands had already returned
and settled on his pecs. She stroked him with delicate fingers, barely touching his
skin. The hair on his chest felt as if he’d been electrified. It stood on end, adding
to his sensitivity.

His eyes narrowed to slits as he absorbed her touch. He forced them to stay open because
he wanted to watch her, see her reaction.

It was worth the effort. She looked mesmerized, fascinated. Her fingers swirled through
the hair to his nipples, which she pinched and pulled.

Not nearly enough. “Harder, Kate. Use your nails.”

She immediately complied, sinking her nails into his nipples and sending waves of
sharp shock straight to his groin.

His breath hissed between his teeth only seconds later when she soothed that pain
by stroking her fingertips over the nail marks.

“Lick them,” he growled.

“I can do that.”

Sliding one hand behind her back, he lifted her to him, cradling her head and bringing
her mouth where he wanted her to be.

He felt the wet swipe of her tongue across one nipple then the other, her hands curving
around his ribs then stroking down to his hips. Her teeth nipped at him a second later,
biting each nipple in turn.

God, yes. Even harder.

As if she’d read his mind, she sucked on one tip before mimicking his earlier action
and biting the muscle of his pec.

His entire body jerked in reaction and a growl rumbled in his chest. He felt her shiver,
hands clenching around his biceps.

After several long seconds, she began to work her way up his body, placing kisses
along his collarbone and neck. Her warm lips left a trail of zinging sensation that
threatened his control. When she nipped at his earlobe, he groaned as his body absorbed
the pleasure.

He had the almost overpowering urge to strip her naked and fuck her until they couldn’t
move. And then he’d flip her onto her stomach and start all over again.

He felt almost out of control and, for once, that might not be a bad thing. She wanted
him to loosen his reins, trust her to know what she wanted and to tell him if he did
something she didn’t like.

She wanted him to trust her to know how far to go, to stop him if she felt uncomfortable.

He was about to take her at her word.

**

Kate felt the exact moment Tyler’s mood shifted.

Until that point, he’d been almost . . . restrained. That’s the only way she could
describe the feeling she got from him. As if he’d leashed all that dominance she knew
he held inside but now he’d snapped the chains.

For her.

She wanted to grin with victory but she could only stare at him as he settled her
back on the chaise and rose above her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Greg, felt his presence, but it wasn’t enough
to pull her attention from Tyler.

His dark gaze focused with laser precision on her, almost feral in its intensity.
She had a brief moment to savor the thought that she brought this out of him before
he put his hands on her thighs.

He didn’t rush, but he didn’t make any attempt to tease as he worked the hem of the
chemise up her body.

The satin slid against her skin as his eyes followed the material’s progress.

As it cleared her hips, her black lace panties came into view.

His breathing changed, became harsher, as he realized they were split down the center,
allowing him access to her sex while she kept them on.

His gaze lingered at her mound as he pushed the satin up her body, causing her to
shift restlessly. She wanted him to pet her there, ease a little of the building pressure.

Instead, his hands continued up her torso to her breasts. The black lace bra lifted
her breasts, pushing them into slightly fuller mounds, but the half cups revealed
more than they concealed. Her nipples were fully exposed and so tight they actually
hurt when he dragged the satin across them.

She couldn’t completely control her moan, and the corners of his mouth twisted in
masculine triumph.

Her sex clenched and moisture slicked her lips, dampening the panties. Tyler’s nostrils
flared as he sucked in a deep breath, drawing in her scent.

Her tongue emerged to lick at her lips even as her mouth went dry as she thought about
him licking up that moisture.

“Lift your arms.”

He’d gotten the chemise to just above her breasts and she did as he demanded without
hesitation.

The world went black for a second as he pulled the chemise over her head. Then Tyler
reappeared. He sat back on his heels, rubbing the satin between his fingers for several
seconds. She knew what those fingers felt like on her nipples and, unbelievably, they
hardened even more.

In the next second, Tyler tossed the material to the side. Toward Greg. She turned
to see him catch the chemise with one hand, as if it were a fly ball at a game.

In contrast to Tyler’s, Greg’s expression wasn’t as dark, though it held the same
intensity. His mouth curved in such a sensuous motion that her breath got caught in
her chest.

Then Tyler shifted above her, drawing her attention like a moth to the light. She’d
gladly burn in his arms.

Please God, she wanted to burn, wanted to feel that amazing sensation of free-falling
again, knowing Tyler would be there to catch her. And take her back up again until
she was barely conscious.

How had she ever thought sex had been good before?

That one was easy. She really hadn’t.

“Kate.” Tyler’s voice held an edge that commanded her attention. “I want your eyes
on me until I tell you otherwise.”

She’d never thought she’d want to rub herself against a man and purr. Damn, she wished
she could right now. She settled for a quick nod.

“I’m going to have you make a set of this in every imaginable color.” His words almost
didn’t make sense in her sex-focused brain until he ran a finger down one of her bra
straps. “I predict these will be huge sellers in your boutique.”

She swallowed, tried to think of something intelligent to say and gave up when his
fingers surrounded one nipple and pinched.

Her lips parted as she drew in air just before her teeth sank into her bottom lip
and held there. Her sex ached to be filled, clenching around nothing, and her thighs
tried to close.

But his knees held her open, displaying the slick, swollen lips of her pussy pushing
through the slit in her panties.

“I like the detail here.” His fingers traced the satin trim on the cups just below
her nipples. “How the bra forces your breasts out and up. Perfect to get my mouth
on.”

He bent forward and did just that, sucking and licking at her nipples as if he had
all the time in the world. She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrists then used
one hand to hold them above her head. The position, combined with the curve of the
chaise beneath her, made her shoulders ache.

She arched even more, intensifying the burn and competing with the feel of his mouth
sucking at her breasts.

She’d have marks there tomorrow. Hopefully she’d have matching ones lower on her body,
as well.

Twisting against his hold, though she didn’t really want him to let go, she managed
to rub her sex against his knee, providing some much needed friction.

But as soon as he realized what she was doing, he moved.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Not until I’m ready to shove my cock inside that tight pussy.”

She should be used to him using that language with her, but it still managed to make
her stomach hollow with pleasure every time.

Tyler bent forward again, but this time his lips sucked one lobe into his mouth before
he breathed into her ear. “After that, I’m going to take your ass.”

Yes. She’d known that would be part of tonight and was prepared to say yes. Wanted
to say yes.

“And maybe I’ll finally let you come when Greg has his cock shoved inside you at the
same time.”

A sharp orgasm lit through her, short and fierce. Her eyes closed as her body bowed
with the fiery burn that lasted only seconds.

And only made her hungrier for him.

She bit back a whimper, though the slight sound that escaped didn’t embarrass her
as much as she thought it would.

“Don’t,” Tyler said. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you, Kate. I love hearing your
response.”

She opened her eyes and found him sitting back on his heels, hands on his thighs,
gaze on hers.

“Now, I want you to sit up and undo my pants.”

“With my teeth?”

Greg’s bark of laughter made her smile but it was Tyler’s full-out grin that caused
her stomach to twist in knots. She still had no idea how he managed it. Why just a
twist of his lips could cause her entire being to go up in flames.

“Honey, if you can do it with your teeth, go right ahead.”

She cocked her head to the side, as if she needed to consider it, when really, she
was up for anything with this man. Didn’t he know that yet?

“Switch.”

He understood what she wanted without her having to explain.

He rose onto his knees before he stood then reached out to grab her around the waist
and set her on her knees on the flat end of the chaise. She put her hands on his waist
before he could sit, drawing him close and pressing her mouth to his flat abdomen.

She felt his muscles bunch and flex against her lips and opened them just enough to
nip at the skin. He groaned and his hands went to her head, holding her close but
not tight.

Leaving her room to play.

His skin radiated heat as she pressed kisses from one side of his stomach to the next,
just above the waistband of his pants. The bulge behind the zipper made the button
too tight to release with only her teeth so she took care of that with her fingers.
She took her own sweet time, bumping against the fat head of his cock every chance
she got.

When the button gave way, she heard him curse beneath his breath, his hands winding
in her hair. Then she did use her teeth.

The zipper tab was just long enough for her to grip between her front teeth and tug
it down. His breathing sounded labored and only got more so when she turned her head
to brush her cheek against his cock, nearly bursting out of his boxer briefs.

“Take them down and suck me, Kate.”

“My pleasure.”

And it certainly would be.

Making certain she didn’t hurt him as she tugged his pants and briefs down his powerful
thighs, she watched as he kicked off his shoes and the rest of his clothes, along
with the last vestiges of her propriety. It had no place here.

Only pleasure.

She leaned forward and took him straight to her throat, the thick shaft spreading
her lips until the corners burned. Her saliva coated him, making it easier for her
to give him a blow job he’d always remember.

She held nothing back, allowed no hesitation or notion of how she should act come
between her and him and what she wanted to do.

Her hands curved around his hips then clutched at his ass, kneading the tight muscles
as he groaned and began to fuck her mouth with short thrusts.

She let him use her mouth, flattening her tongue along the underside to provide a
little bit of friction. He nearly pulled out on each third thrust, until only the
tip still remained in her mouth before he tunneled back in.

From this angle, she couldn’t look up into his face but she could hear his gasping
breaths.

And she could hear Greg’s, as well.

On Tyler’s next retreat, she let him slip completely out of her mouth so she could
tilt her head back to look up at him. He had his eyes closed tight, his face all sharp
angles and shadows.

Looking back down, she licked at the slit in his cock then drew the tip of her tongue
down the front of his cock to his balls.

Reaching between his legs, she cupped him before circling her fingers around the base
and tugging. She’d never imagined all those romance novels she’d devoured in college
would come in handy.

“Christ, Kate. Suck me, baby. Just a little more.”

Of course she would. Gladly.

She dipped her head and swallowed him again, sucking on him until her cheeks hollowed.
His cock jerked against her tongue and she tasted pre cum.

Just as she felt Greg’s hand slide down her back.

She moaned, her body thrown into shock. Tyler’s hands went to her shoulders to hold
her steady as she shook, her mouth still wrapped around his cock.

While Greg’s hands began a slow, steady exploration of her body.

As she adjusted to the fact that two men had their hands on her, Tyler took over their
rhythm.

So many competing sensations bombarded her, her brain short-circuited trying to keep
track of what each man was doing to her.

Tyler’s hands gripped her shoulder and cupped a breast, while Greg’s hands smoothed
down her back to her ass.

His hands were bigger than Tyler’s, and rougher. He didn’t treat her roughly but he
had a distinctly different way of caressing her.