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collapsed against him when he inserted another finger into her slick heat and traced lazy circles around her clit. She bucked under him, her body reaching for his touch, demanding him to give her more pleasure. Every part of his body, from his hands pinning her to the couch to his dick straining against the confines of his tuxedo pants, screamed for him to respond to her siren song. The hot, wet clasp of her body was irresistible, so he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed.
    “Bastard.” She rapped her hands against his chest.
    He captured her hands and leaned down to possess her mouth in a bruising kiss.
    “See how delicious you taste?” Jack groaned against her lips. “Just like honey.”
    She freed her hands and unbuttoned his pants and removed his boxer briefs. At the touch of her soft hands on his erection, he gritted his teeth with the force it took to keep from pushing her down until he felt the heat of her mouth on his cock. This woman made him crazy but he wasn’t going to resort to desperate, Neanderthal pawing like some horny kid. Swearing softly, he bent to take her mouth again.
    “Condom.”
    Her reminder forced him to let her go just long enough to root through his suitcase for the condoms he’d packed as an afterthought. Rummaging around, he shoved aside his gun and grabbed the string of six blue foil packets. He focused on the woman in his bed removing her bra and thong.
    Yeah, six might be enough.
    Jack ripped open a package and smoothed the rubber over his hard-on before striding back to the bed. Gwyneth curled a hand around his neck and pulled him back to her for a kiss, then shoved him down. He landed on his back and remained there when she straddled him, staring down at him under a veil of thick eyelashes. He shivered in anticipation. Her expression said she’d take what she wanted and demand the same of him until they both collapsed from exhaustion. Hell, yeah. He craved the oblivion of a night of being well-used by a beautiful woman.
    She slid her hands up his chest, leaning over until her nipples brushed his skin. “This okay?”
    He nodded and laced his hands behind his head. Normally he liked to be in control and dictate the evening’s events, but Gwyneth clearly enjoyed her power and he loved watching her. “It’s your night. The first time’s all yours.”
    She smiled wickedly, leaned back and used her hand to guide his cock into her slick heat. White-hot pleasure rolled through him as he sank into her inch by inch. In an instant, his world narrowed down to the spot where their bodies were joined.
    “God, James.” She huffed out a laugh, the smile on her lips tinged with surprise. “You feel so good.”
    “It’s only going to get better.”
    She laughed. “You’re a damn cocky bastard.”
    “Only if I can’t live up to the hype.”
    “All I hear is blah, blah, bla—”
    His mouth on her breast shut her up. What he’d intended to be a lesson to his sexy, smart-mouthed bedmate turned into a reward of instant gratification that he didn’t deserve. He hadn’t been a good boy in a long time but her sweet taste burst on his tongue like the lollipops handed out by the family doctor.
    Her silky hair cascaded down her back, tickling his thighs, the light caress a thrilling contrast to the tight, wet clasp of her core. She undulated her hips in a lazy rhythm calculated to make the bone-melting pleasure last forever—or drive him insane.
    Gwyneth’s moans increased, vibrating through him in a pounding pulse he mimicked with the hard thrust of his hips. Greedy for all of her but unable to settle on one delicious inch, Jack traced the curve of a luscious breast, glided down the sleek skin of her belly, lower until his fingers found her swollen clit. At his touch, Gwyneth shuddered, losing her control over their sensual rhythm and giving him the best opportunity to take the reins.
    Rising up, Jack shifted until she was underneath him, every inch of her luscious body soft and