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“Mmm.” Joe ground down on him, clearly aware of his pulsing rigor. “Looks like that got a reaction,” she responded breathlessly.

“Because you, Joelle, last-name-unknown, are a cock tease.”

“Then let’s stop joking around and get down to business.” She dropped her head to his and this time attacked his mouth, fusing their lips together like they were molten steel. Mike’s entire world became her taste and her smell as her taut muscles and soft chest crushed against his.

Still, he needed more. Harder.

But…

He pulled back, reluctantly. “Your chin,” he managed, remembering at the last minute that she wasn’t one hundred percent.

Sparks of desire lit up her eyes. “Two stitches,” she scoffed impatiently. “I’ve had so much worse. And seriously? I can’t even feel it now, so stop making excuses.”

That was all Mike needed to hear.

He flipped them so he was on top and her pliant body was beneath him, waiting to see if she’d accept the move. She lowered her lids, lifted up to take his lips again, then moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips, crushing their pelvises together.

Yes.

He had his answer.

Game on.

Mike had never felt anything so hot or right in his entire life, and this time when Joe reached a hand between them and began to unfasten his pants, he didn’t stop her.

“Perfect,” she hissed against his lips; emitting the word of thanks for letting her play.

Mike growled in response.

He was savagely onboard with her touching him, and just the thought of her warm hand wrapped around his cock was enough to make it weep, copiously. He wondered how long he’d be able to stave off an eruption when contact finally occurred, but it was his last coherent thought because she’d not only, aggressively palmed his flesh, she’d begun caressing him slowly up and down, using his dick-tears as lubrication.

Mike moaned deep in his chest, and Joe pulled back from their deep, wet kiss, momentarily. “You like that,” she stated throatily.

“Hell, yes,” he responded gutturally. “But I’d rather be inside you.”

“So what’s stopping you?” She gave him a solid thumb-swipe right under the head of his cock and he thought his heart would explode.

Permission was all he needed, and since the green light had been given, Mike welded their lips together again while Joe continued stroking. Holding himself above her with one arm, he reached for the button on her pants, practically ripping it off in his haste to get to what he knew would be nirvana.

Zipper. History.

Sliding his palm over Joe’s smooth, muscled abdomen, Mike paused long enough to relish the sinewy strength of her core before sending his hand questing downward where he…

Ahhh.

…encountered a soft brush of hair against his fingertips. He gave the curls lying there a delicate tug, and Joe keened her approval into his mouth.

Damn. He’d barely touched her, and she was already on fire. Amazing.

His hand slid lower, sifting across her soft pelt. He located the small button he’d been seeking and ran a single finger around it, slowly, again and again.

Joe bit his tongue. “Stop teasing, and get to it,” she demanded breathlessly.

Mike chuckled, which was another first during a sexual encounter. With his ex, it had been all business. Now he knew what he’d been missing for all those years. A partner who was equally as inflamed as he was; who understood that sex could be everything. Not just a meeting of strategic body parts, but a full engagement of intellect, humor, and carnality. It was almost enough to derail his mind, that realization, but Joelle was still squirming beneath him, reminding him they had things to do.

Mike locked their mouths together again, then dipped his fingers into the wetness that flowed from between her sweet lips. It was warm, it was slick, and he couldn’t wait to see how completely it would coat his cock. But for now, one slippery digit moved back to her clit, and this time he didn’t mess around. He attacked it head-on, pressing firmly down on the small protrusion of flesh.

Joe responded wildly.

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