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As she plunges her free hand into my hair, twisting until I snarl from the rush of urgent pain. As I drop my hand and dig my fingers into her ass with the same brutal intent.

Wanting it all, nothing wasted…

And I swear, her tonsils are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. And now her body, sweet and soft and electric and alive, is the most perfect pressure I’ve ever felt. My skin crackles and incinerates. My arms are aching but filled and thoroughly on fire. The very threads of my being have been transformed into glowing strands of fiber optics, ignited brighter than the damn lion float I was thinking of earlier. Funny, because a wildcat is feeling a lot like my spirit animal right now. I’m starving. Stalking. Every instinct is on alert, craving the second I can make my move and pounce…

And seduce…

And devour…

And mate…

Except the crafty woman beats me to every single one of those charges.

In the space of two seconds—one for her to plummet her hand across my fly, the other to clench into it as hard as she can—she’s turned me into her stunned, gasping prey…her helpless, huffing possession.

“Urrrmmm. Fuck!” I grate them nearly as one word, forcing my tongue free from her mouth while ordering my body to stay standing. Barely. As soon as she skates her fingertips up and then over the prominence in my pants that betrays the location of my cockhead, I’m a goddamned goner. All right, as far as my mind, my logic, and half my equilibrium are concerned. “Jesus with a boner, woman!” I end it on a groan while hitching my hips with fierce demand, needing the hot cage of her fingers again.

“Ohhh, Mr. Richards,” she rasps, tilting her mouth up and scraping her teeth along the edge of my jaw. “I don’t think that’s authentic twenties slang, either.”

I let my face drop into the crook of her neck while sliding my other hand down and around, palming her gorgeous buttocks with savage intent. “Oh, I’m sure Al Capone would know exactly what I’m talking about.”

She giggles softly. “You and Al would probably get along real well.”

I nibble the shell of her ear. “You calling me a criminal, Mrs. Richards?”

“I’m calling you notorious, Mr. Richards.” With moves that match her sleek volley, she unbuckles my belt and then opens my fly. The chinks and zwips of her actions are as potent parts of her seduction as her husky narrative. “And naughty. And arrogant. And slick.”

“Slick?” I manage a rickety laugh while snaring her in my lust-fogged gaze. “Isn’t that supposed to be your line, sheba?”

It’s a corny comeback at best, but I bask in the glory of taking full credit for it—though tell myself to rev the reflexes as soon as she flings back an equally cocky smirk.

“Not anymore.”

Oh, hell.

Revved reflexes, my ass—which at the moment has been stunned into fully flexed mode, courtesy of the temptress who’s truly embraced her inner Greta Garbo to the max. On her knees in front of me—and wielding as much bold, irresistible desire as she did two years ago, damn near in this very spot—she parts her ruby lips, taking in the hard, heated length of my growing arousal.

And just like it’s that first time again, I moan hard.

But unlike that first occasion, I don’t have to worry about what she’ll see or experience or feel.

She already tells me so much of that, in the brilliant blue gems of her huge, gorgeous gaze. She’s hungry for me but starving for a bigger taste. Intoxicated but needing a deeper buzz. Filled but ready to take more.

More.

Every vein in my now-lengthened dick looks like a lightning-zapped stream, and her eyes start to water from the strain on her mouth. I want to come hard and far and deep down her throat. And when I do, I want to feel her swallowing every drop of my essence.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

Because now, I need more too.

I need to give her more than this—and feel all of her reactions as I do.

I need to watch her be transformed by her lust in all the same ways I am. In the radiant light beneath her skin. The Tesla coils of her muscles. The solar flares in her eyes. The energy through her body. And yes, the charged clench of her perfect cunt and the glowing gold honey it’ll drip all over my cock.

I need to see it. To watch it. To witness all of that perfect, modern power take over every inch of her body…