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much so that she couldn’t fathom him
without ink. They were a big part of him. His Japanese-style green dragon
taking up all of his right arm from shoulder to wrist, the oriental symbols on
the left side of his abs, the silver eyes under his sternum, the inscription at
his nape. To celebrate Tate agreeing to marry him, he’d added a sexy tribal leg
band on his thigh that had something to do with love and the circle of life.
Under the silver eyes on his chest, he’d gotten the quote from Julius Caesar,
the one about coming, seeing, and conquering, which was rather insulting and
not exactly what had happened, but whatever. It was just flat-out gorgeous.
Like the man wearing it.
    Before she even realized she’d moved, she was straddling him
and nuzzling his chest. She loved the feel and the smell of him. And his
taste—man, soap, and sun. Addictive, really.
    “Are you molesting me, princess?” His low voice rumbled in
the quiet room.
    She looked up into his stunning hazel eyes, and although
they were still a bit drowsy, she was mesmerized. Never mind how breathtaking
his body was, it could not hold a candle to the person inside. His mind, his
wit, his heart. It all shone out of him with such strength it was overwhelming.
    Fighting to break the spell, she let out a soft snort.
“Molesting you? After all the times I’ve woken up with your dick shoved deep
inside me? Please, this is nothing. And I don’t think one can molest the
willing,” she finished, deliberately pressing herself against his massive
hard-on, which was by now throbbing between her open folds.
    “You may have a point there.” He offered her a heated
once-over and then settled on her face again, a smile tugging at his lips. “You
look…interesting.”
    She winced. “Cute interesting or
oh-my-God-you-stuck-your-fingers-in-a-socket interesting?”
    James said nothing, just laughed.
    Maybe she should have tried harder to tame the beast. “That
bad, huh?”
    He tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ears, his
eyes shimmering with amusement, and shook his head. “You’re fucking beautiful, princess.
Like always. You aren’t hungover?”
    “Nope. Paige is the shit. Don’t know what she puts in those
mojitos of hers, but whatever it is, she needs to patent it.” After a whole
night of guzzling them down, she should by all rights have a splitting headache.
Instead, here she was, moving lower on him and tracing his nipples with her
mouth, all her girlie parts tingling in anticipation, liquid heat rushing to
her folds.
    She stroked his rock-hard stomach, dusting kisses over him,
and then reached down to the sheet, slowly freeing his hard-on, which was
getting more and more impressive by the second.
    “I fell asleep yesterday on the way home, right?”
    “Yep.”
    “Damn, I was so looking forward to the sofa. And the swivel chair,” she muttered,
chagrined as she heard his chuckles.
    “Such a greedy little thing you are.”
    Yes, she was. When it came to James, she hadn’t had enough.
Would never have enough.
    She leaned over and brushed her lips over his length,
breathing his musky scent in, marveling at how warm and hard and velvety he
felt.
    She lifted her gaze to him and swept her tongue over the
engorged veins running along his shaft, her desire spiking as he tensed and his
erection jerked against her mouth.
    “Do you want me, princess? Do you want my cock?”
    She nodded, moistening her lower lip with her tongue and
watching his eyes darken and his expression tighten. She was dying to have him
in her mouth.
    “Shirt off. I want you naked when you suck me.”
    Before she could obey, he’d jackknifed and was yanking the
shirt over her head.
    “Your panties will have to go too,” he ordered. “I want your
pussy bare to my gaze, open and dripping, ready for me to pet it and fuck it,
not soaking the material.”
    Too late , she
thought. The crotch of her panties was already wet, not that she’d say
anything.
    “And I want to see