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vibrated against her spine. “Aw c’mon, sweetheart, you’re making it almost too easy.”
    Was that a challenge?
    Cait blinked a red haze out of her eyes as her pulse slowed from a gallop to a trot. He might have just thrown down a gauntlet before her. Quickly, she raked her wits together.
    Laugh it up, pal. Dems fightin’ words.
    If the man wanted a sexual duel, he’d get one. He was good—damn good—but so was she. And she had the advantage on him now. She had three climaxes behind her, while he hadn’t come once yet. Showoff. Flaunting his iron control to better toy with hers? Yeah, she’d enjoyed the toying. This game was a ton of fun the way he played it. But she didn’t want to be selfish. Poor Jacky must be ready to burst by now.
    And if he wasn’t, he soon would be.
    Full of evil intent, she slid off him onto the floor, twisted around to kneel between his knees, and grinned at him, like a cat ready to lick some cream.
    Jackson gulped. He knew he was in trouble, she could tell. Beads of sweat appeared on his brow. “Um…what do you think you’re doing?”
    “Either admiring the carpeting, or getting ready to give you a blowjob. You choose.”
    “Well, it is nice carpeting… Oh, shit—” He grabbed her wrists, but too late.
    She’d already rolled the condom off him, cupped his testicles with her left hand, and fisted her right around the base of his erection. Her grip tightened in proportion to his attempt to break her hold. “Careful, Storm, if you pull me away, something you value may go with me.”
    “Hey now, wait a minute.” He shot her a frown, trying so hard to look stern. And failing so delightfully. “Have I given you permission for this?”
    “I need permission?” Her brows arched up. “You didn’t ask for mine.”
    “Oh sure, throw that in my face.” He suppressed a moan as she traced the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft. The hand-lock on her wrists clenched convulsively. “So I got carried away. So sue me.”
    “Nope, I’d rather suck your brains out.” She nuzzled the firm flesh in her grasp and inhaled. Mmm, he smelled delicious—all male. Cait nibbled a hot path back down to his balls.
    Jackson let out a low guttural groan. “You’re not going to let me out of this, are you?”
    She licked him again, like a lollypop. “Do you really want me to?”
    “God, no.” His grip on her wrists popped open, and he buried his hands in her hair.
    Smart man.
    Cait closed her lips over his cock, pushed down, and sucked him deep into her mouth, so deep the smooth mushroom head bumped the back of her throat. So deep he shuddered and his fingers dug into her scalp. Sliding him in and out, mixing delicate scrapes of her teeth with some creative tongue action, she sucked him till he exploded like a firecracker, till she’d milked him dry and swallowed every drop.
    Jackson collapsed backward, gasping for air.
    Hah! So much for control.
    In smug triumph, she straddled his hips and leaned forward, giving him a stupendous view of her breasts—but with his eyelids seared shut he hadn’t noticed that yet. She braced her right hand against his shoulder; her left hand still cupped him.
    Like a deep-sea diver hauling up from the ocean floor, Jackson pulled himself out of a post-orgasmic stupor. His eyes opened to the sight of Cait’s tits staring at him point blank.
    He stared back.
    “Be a good boy, and I may let you suck them,” she said.
    “ What ?” His eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with razor-edged amusement. “Hey, listen, princess, I don’t take orders. I give them.”
    “Not this time.” She squeezed his balls to let him know she meant business.
    He made a strangling noise and grabbed her ribcage, his thumbs sliding under her breasts. His eyes took on a glacial glint, like black ice. Very carefully, he enunciated each word. “Cait, you are looking for trouble.”
    “Mmm, I think I found some, too.” Her grip shifted to his shaft. “You’re