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the surrounding skin, a stark contrast to her tan and dark pink nipples.
    â€œYou used to be able to come from nipple stimulation alone,” he said in recollection, his breath whisking across her moist nipple. He pursed his lips and blew at her softly. Shivers rippled down her spine. “Do you know how rare that is?”
    She didn’t answer, but groaned in an agony of arousal, wriggling in his hold.
    He moved his hands to her sides, stilling her. She saw the gleam of his blue-green eyes in the shadows.
    â€œDo you?”
    â€œYes,” she whispered.
    â€œAnd can you still? Climax from nipple stimulation alone? Can Tony make you come that way, Madeline?”
    She opened her mouth to tell the truth, but made a choked sound as she cut herself off at the last second. He sensed the truth anyway, despite her stinginess in saying it. She could tell, because his lips quirked into a small, satisfied smile. Bastard. He knew he’d been the only one who could ever evoke such a response from her.
    He lowered his head, and Madeline cursed under her breath. She was handcuffed with her hands above her head, helpless, hot and so aroused her pussy was drenched. She didn’t have any choice but to stand there while Walker proved to her he could still create a riot in her flesh. She hated him for exposing her vulnerability, but she couldn’t stop the pleasure that tore through her flesh like a fire rampaging in a rain-thirsty forest.
    He suckled her the way she liked it, firm and just a little rough. She mewled and twisted like a helpless fish on a hook. He bit the tender flesh while continuing his relentless suction. He pinched her other nipple rhythmically: hard, gentle, hard, soothing.
    Madeline cried out as she came. It hurt a little to climax without stimulation on her sex, sending tight, cramp-like spasms through her. She writhed, desperate to get pressure on her pussy.
    â€œShhh,” he soothed when he released her nipple from his mouth. He went to his knees before her. She craned toward him, her wrists pulling at the handcuffs. He glanced up. “Don’t, Madeline. You’ll hurt your wrists. Do you hear me?” he asked sharply when she continued to stretch in her restraints, mindless with lust. She blinked, unable to speak in the midst of her crisis. “That’s right,” he whispered when she eased the pressure on her wrists. “I’ll come to you.” He jerked her panties down to her ankles and pressed his face to her pussy with no further ado.
    She let out a scream of delight when he laved at her clit with a stiffened tongue. It was like he threw a switch in her body. Her former orgasm ratcheted up exponentially, detonating like an explosion. He continued to tongue her while he applied a firm suction, and she shuddered in bliss. Thank goodness the fabrics in the changing rooms were rich and luxurious, absorbing her sharp cries of pleasure, because she couldn’t control herself.
    Her eyes blinked open heavily a moment later. His head moved between her thighs as he gathered her cream, his actions unapologetically greedy. Madeline panted and tried to bring the room into focus while her orgasm still echoed in her flesh, thanks to Walker’s stroking, stabbing tongue.
    He slowly lifted his head. For a moment, their gazes held. In the distance, Madeline heard a shout and male laughter. She started.
    â€œThey’re back. It’s Tony and the others.”
    He didn’t respond with the haste she thought the moment warranted. Instead he rose until he once again towered over her. He began to unfasten his jeans.
    She gaped, stunned by his boldness.
    â€œNo, Walker,” she whispered.
    â€œWe’re going to finish this even if your fiancé walks right through that door.”
    She swallowed thickly. Tony wasn’t her fiancé. They’d seen each other on and off over the years. After her father had died, Tony and his family had consoled her, made her