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low laugh rumbled out of
him, and she was surprised when the vibration turned her on even
more.
    She pinched her nipples and pulled them up
until a pang of pleasure/pain coursed through her. Slowly she
twisted and massaged them before pulling on them again.
    He turned his finger inside her sheath and
curled it slightly. She forgot all about her aching breasts. The
pressure inside was odd and exciting at the same time. He sucked on
her clit and wiggled his finger again.
    An orgasm snuck up on her and swallowed her
like a tidal wave. Powerful and stunning, she lost her breath as it
claimed her, body and soul. She bit her bottom lip to keep from
crying out, but she couldn't stop the moan that climbed up her
throat. Over and over he suckled on the tender nub, drawing out her
pleasure.
    When the last wave subsided, she decided she
needed to lock Braxton Hughes in the dungeon and keep him forever
as her personal sex slave. She'd never come that hard in her life.
Or for that long.
    “I rather think you liked that,” he murmured
as he kissed his way up her body. When his lips slanted across
hers, she could smell her own musk and taste her cream on his lips.
His tongue darted between her lips, thrusting against her own. She
sucked him into her mouth, loving the taste of him, herself, and
the wine all mixed together like an elixir. Her hands raked down
his chest until she cupped his cock in her hand. She gave it a hard
squeeze as she softened the kiss.
    He thrust against her palm, and she couldn't
help but smile. Nipping his bottom lip with her teeth, she pulled
back enough to look in his eyes.
    “It's my turn, Mr. Hughes.”

Chapter Three

    “Is it?” That dark, gravely voice turned her
insides to mush. He smiled before kissing her again. All too
quickly he straightened, pulling her up with him. The skirt of her
dress slid down her legs, and she quickly tugged the bodice back
into place. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed
her lips against his. Leaning against him, she switched their
positions. She wasted no time sliding down his zipper or popping
open the button on his slacks. He sucked in a breath as she reached
for his cock. It was long and hot in her hand. She rubbed her thumb
against the tender spot beneath the head, smiling when his hips
jerked forward.
    “Just lay back and enjoy yourself, monsieur.”
The corners of his handsome mouth turned up, then he did as he was
told.
    Carefully she lowered herself to the brick
floor and ignored the pain in her knees. She gave him a naughty
smile before she licked her way up the length of his shaft. He
smelled hot, salty, manly. Wrapping her hands around the base, she
pumped up and down and let her lips slide over the tip.
    She teased him with her tongue and then
pulled away so she could watch his face. Over and over she slid her
hands up and down the length of him. His lips formed an O, and he
closed his eyes. Just as he was starting to thrust against her, she
sucked him hard into her mouth. A low groan rumbled through the
cellar, and she knew he must be dying for release.
    And she wanted to please him just as much as
he'd pleased her. Inhaling the salty sent of him, she settled her
hands on his rock hard thighs and let him slide deeper into her
mouth. When the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat, she
pulled away, letting her teeth graze gently against his sensitive
skin.
    Tremors shook his body, and he fisted a hand
in her hair. She didn't care that he was messing up the masterpiece
that had taken the salon hours to prepare. All that mattered was
the wonderful feeling of his touch, the shudders coursing through
him, the pleasure they gave each other.
    She sank down over him, using her tongue and
lips to give him a sensual massage. Again she was rewarded with a
delicious tremor.
    “That feels so damn good.”
    She glanced up at him and found him watching
her with lust-filled eyes.
    “I aim to please,” she told him before
licking the underside of his