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It was Mark's turn to hesitate. "I can't rouse her suspicion and jeopardize the investigation. If she thinks I'm here to probe her business practices, she'll throw me out on my ass with supersonic speed, or have Bocelli gun me down, if she's guilty."

A long moment later, Rafe finally said, "Don't get in too deep with this girl without getting some answers, man. I don't want to see you with another broken heart."

Yeah, he didn't want that, either. He just hoped the advice didn't come too late.

W
hen Nicki answered the door after Mark knocked on it around noon, she wore a mostly sheer white baby doll nightie that had his eyes bulging from their sockets. He could clearly see the outline of her rosy-tipped nipples. The garment parted down the front, and her diamond navel ring winked at him. Her matching thong left almost nothing to the imagination, except between her shadowed thighs, where he ached to see her most.

His heart stopped. But a vision of Nicki with her legs wrapped around him, pleading in shattered screams for more, set his heart pounding again, into a fierce rhythm against his chest, like a boxer on steroids.

"Hi," she muttered, voice throaty, smile wicked. "You're right on time."

Swearing his tongue had grown to the size of a football field, Mark tried to swallow his lust so he could answer her.

"You look amazing," he managed to get out.

"Are you going to stand there all day and stare, or come inside and touch me?"

As nice as the view was ... it wasn't a contest. Mark shoved his way inside her apartment, slammed the door, and threw the dead bolt home. Then he propped Nicki's back against a convenient wall and seized her mouth. He dropped the little bag he'd brought with him. That freed his hand to tilt her head in the perfect position to take the ravenous onslaught of his lips. Smoothing the other hand down her body, he aligned her hips with his and pressed his erection right against her soft, damp spot.

She wound her arms around him and opened her mouth to him, receptive, so damn welcoming, he felt a groan building in his chest. Her tongue danced slyly with his, spreading the sweet taste of her all over his senses. And her smell ... cinnamon and citrus tang. Spicy. Fresh. His.

Thoughts fled a moment later when she grabbed handfuls of his shirt and gathered them up his body, tracing every contour of his abdomen and chest with the heat of her palms. He began to sweat. Blood rushed to his cock by the gallon when she lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it away. Then she set her sweet lips about torturing him, gliding a seductive path down his jaw, to his shoulder. Her teeth nipped him there, jolting him with a little bite of pain before she eased it with her tongue. And her fingers ... drifting over his nipple with a little scrape of her nail made the man inside him start to itch to feel her hot and wild and yielding around him.

"I can't get you out of my head," she whispered.

Before he could reply, she dipped down and took his other nipple between her lips and drew the flat male disc inside. The suction beat a path straight to his groin. The ache throbbed with every pull of her mouth. He'd never been sensitive here before, never remembered this affecting him so much. Now it was driving him insane, and it was all he could do not to push her to the floor and thrust himself inside her. He hungered so bad for her, he was about to crawl out of his skin.

"Nicki..."

Her little teeth teased his nipple. He responded, tensing, as her fingers traced his navel. The combination of sensations was nearly his undoing. And her fingers kept moving south ...

She unsnapped the button of his khaki shorts.

"Yes?" Her whispered question and blue eyes taunted. The vixen in her had come out to play, with a vengeance.

The smooth slide of his zipper filled the air next as she freed his cock from the tight confines of his shorts. Eyes clenched shut, head bowed, he panted against her neck, breathing in the aphrodisiac of her skin over and over. Why was it he'd been in the door less than two minutes and already he had no fucking control?

He had even less when she slid his underwear down his hips and took his steely erection into her hands. Her thumbs glided over the sensitive head in alternating strokes designed to drive him insane while she squeezed him tight with her palms.

"Baby ..." He groaned. "You're killing me."

She smiled against the bare skin of his pectoral.

"Not yet, but soon."

Her whisper rasped over his senses, even as her teeth scraped his nipple again. The incessant stroke of her fingers over his solid length had his breath coming hard and fast.

Mark could barely process how badly he wanted her. Was it only this morning he'd tried to reassure Rafe he'd keep his head on straight when he was with her?

Nicki's every move made a liar out of him, especially when she slid down the wall and to her knees. Suddenly, her hot breath cascaded over his cock. He felt dizzy from the want storming him.

He gripped the door beside him for support, praying for a miracle. He'd need it if he had any hope of maintaining his self-control.

Nicki parted her lips, stretching wide to accommodate his cock, and took him inside the hot, slick cavern. As she enveloped him, he felt the back of her throat, her tongue swirling around him. After the first downward stroke of that beautiful mouth, shards of pleasure scraped up his shaft, then exploded in the rest of his body.

By the second, he could barely remember to breathe. Oh,
God...

Nicki moaned on his cock, licking and sucking as if sampling a favorite dessert. The soft stroke of her fingertips climbed up the back of his thighs before she settled one palm at the base of his erection. The other held his testicles and scraped with the light abrasion of her fingernails. His hands clenched into fists. The woman knew exactly what she was doing.

His eyes flew open and met hers, now looking up at him with brazen sexual challenge. Cheeks hollowed, lips dragging up and down his cock--Mark relished the view, the torturous heaven of Nicki on her knees before him.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned.

Ecstasy rushed up hard, fast--undeniable. Again, she took him deep, deep inside and sucked, as if she could draw out his very soul. Then she hesitated, lingered. His need spiked. Sweat gathered between his shoulder blades, filmed his chest.

A tortured moment later, Nicki's mouth enveloped him again. Pleasure so intense he could barely form a coherent thought--not that he truly cared--bombarded him. His lungs pumped air like bellows, as every muscle in his body tensed. His balls tightened, as tingles zipped like electricity up his spine and the moist sound of her sucking brought him right to the edge.

"Can't. Hold. Out," he panted, his hips flexing toward the sweet heat and snug temptation of her mouth.

Instead of stopping, Nicki merely moaned and laved the head of his cock with her hot little tongue, before sliding him all the way back inside with a suction that had him gritting his teeth and trying to hold back.

Groaning, desperate to beg her to suck him faster, but unable to find the words, he slid his hands into her hair and grabbed fistfuls of the wild strands that filtered like inky silk over his fingers. He guided her to the deep, mind-blowing pace he needed now, before he lost his sanity completely.

The coil of desire wound tighter and tighter, squeezing at his gut. More blood rushed to his cock, and still she pulled at him, moaned. Still the utter body bliss climbed, sharp as a butcher's knife.

Then her tongue teased a little spot just under his crown, so sensitive a blast of heat shot straight to his belly, uncoiling all his self-control. He unraveled completely as she wrapped those sweet red lips around him one last time.

Mark tried to pull free from her mouth. As much as he wanted her to take him completely, he wanted it to be her choice.

Nicki simply took him deeper and held on tight.

Then he was oblivious to everything but the pleasure that jolted up his cock and burst in his belly, expanding until it nearly swallowed him whole. He felt like it detonated the top of his head. With a harsh cry, he came, reveling in the feel of the warm haven of her mouth until the pulsing in his body came to a slow, jagged stop.

Spent and shaky, he swayed as Nicki rose and faced him.

With unfocused eyes, he took her in. She looked beautiful, triumphant, with swollen lips and flushed cheeks and glittering blue eyes. Her scent was stronger, sharper with arousal. He swallowed. Nicki clearly yearned to be touched now.

He was nothing, if not accommodating.

To his shock, interest stirred deep in his belly, despite the mammoth orgasm that had just eradicated half his brain cells. What was it about this woman, that he could never seem to get enough?

Within moments, Mark kicked off his shorts, hustled her back to her bedroom, and proceeded to kiss her senseless until she melted onto the bed. Sweet and slightly salty, her mouth opened under his so completely, he couldn't imagine wanting anything more than to stay here and take all she had to give, to sink deep into her silken heat and plunge into the pleasure over and over, hearing her gasps in his ear, feeling her nails rake his back.

It was possible she'd invited him to her bed to deceive him--but she could never deny that he knew exactly how to make her moan. Or that when he touched her, he felt more than her flesh. In some odd way he didn't understand, he felt her.

Suddenly impatient, he pulled on the lone bow holding the front of her baby doll nightie together. The gossamer sides parted, the cups falling away from her breasts, revealing swollen, hard tips that rose up and begged for his touch.

He gave in immediately.

Rising above her on his elbows, his hips spreading her thighs, Mark dipped his head and took one of those juicy nipples onto his tongue. At the first firm pull of his mouth, Nicki clutched his head and arched, offering herself to him. It inflamed him; she inflamed him. Already he stood at full staff again, aching, impatient, dying to get inside her.

But not until she was wet, aroused. Not until she could only breathe long enough to beg.

Mark curled his tongue around her other nipple, giving it equal attention. Her gasp shot straight to his cock, engorging it even more. Shifting his weight over her body, he laved attention on both her nipples, back and forth, sucking, nipping, tormenting. Soon, the rigid peaks were red and wet from his mouth. He felt her thighs tense against the building pressure of orgasm and smiled against the underside of her breast.

Need inflamed him, heating him up from the inside out. How could the urge to get near her, share pleasure with her again, be riding him so hard and so fast?

Desperation clawed through him as he lowered his hands to the side of her thong and yanked. Blessedly, the little white string holding the gossamer triangles together came apart.

"That was Victoria's Secret," she protested weakly.

"Now it's out of my way."

He peeled away the damp strips of material, totally baring her pussy to his hot gaze. A dusting of dark hair covered her secrets--but couldn't hide the slick juice of her arousal. The scent of her exotic flavor rising from her needy flesh tempted him, more today than the last time he'd had her. Far more than the first time.

Consumed by his craving for her, Mark shifted down her body to part her nether lips with his thumbs and taste her swollen vulva. Arching, Nicki opened her legs wider to him in silent invitation.

"Yes. So fucking sexy."

He barely got the words out before the fact that she was spread out like a banquet compelled him to partake again. Firmly planting his head between her thighs, he eased his tongue across her sensitive skin, flirted with the opening that seeped for his attention, then teased her distended clit.

Her thighs went from tense to trembling. Her breath came in short, deep pants.

"Ohmigod! I-I ..."

"What do you need?" he taunted, circling her swollen red pearl with his tongue again.

"You inside me," she gasped, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beside her and lifted her hips to him in silent supplication. "Hard. Deep."

"Soon," he promised.

Then he sucked her clit into his mouth and drew on it. Nicki cried out in a sharp gasp that nearly bought a purr of male satisfaction to his chest. He loved the way she responded to his every touch. So sensitive. So revealing.

"Now. Please now!" she pleaded.

In response, he merely flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard bud in his mouth. With the core now peeking above the hood, the gesture had her arching, screaming--an instant from coming.

She lifted her hips in a renewed plea, and Mark relished how close she was to the edge of rapture. The trick now was to keep her there as long as he could ... then shove her into ecstasy and listen to her scream his name. He looked forward to that especially.

Easing his way up her body, Mark trailed his mouth across her abdomen, suckling her breasts, nibbling at the sensitive crook of her neck. A flush suffused her cheeks, the creamy skin between her shoulders. Her mouth was a provocative shade of red that had his cock tightening. Her panting and restless movements, the moaning as he pinched her nipples or rubbed his thumb over her needy clit, all told him she was teetering at the edge of control. Her responsiveness amazed him.

But the vice grip of need squeezing his balls and urging him to get inside her tight, sweet channel told him that he was at the edge of his as well.

Realizing that he'd left his bag with his condoms in the entry, Mark held in a curse. Too far away. He wanted her too much to leave the bed for anything. Damn! Then he remembered ... The first time he'd come here, Nicki had been prepared with a box in her nightstand.

Crawling across the bed, he yanked open the drawer. He found the condoms, all right, and grabbed one. But that wasn't all he found.