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Her answer is to grab my shaft and lick her tongue around the head of my dick slowly, like she’s tasting a lollipop to see if it’s a flavor she enjoys.

I swear under my breath, my heart beating so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if it broke free of my chest.

“I don’t know if it was enough for me to form an educated opinion,” she says, her voice pitched low as she holds my gaze, my dick still held in her hand.

Then she takes more of me into her mouth, going deeper, and I suck in air harshly enough that my rib throbs. I swear some more and then burrow a hand into her hair, watching her as she bobs on my dick, the sensation so exquisite, I know I’m in danger of falling to my knees. Especially right now.

I tug her hair back lightly, and she meets my eyes again, making my balls ache. “Emma,” I say, “you’ve got to stop that. I’m going to lose control.”

She grins at me and sucks harder, swirling her tongue over me, before pulling back. Still on her knees, my dick next to her face, she says, “Maybe I want you to.”

“I’d like it to happen inside of you,” I say, cupping her face, her hair tickling my palm, her breath warm on my dick. “If tonight’s my only chance to touch you, I need all of you.”

She shocks me by kissing the side of my shaft. Then she gets up and backs me into the uncomfortable chair. “I need all of you too.”

She reaches for the condoms next to the abandoned and no doubt cold cup of tea and opens one of the packages, taking it out and rolling it over me.

Before she can do anything else, I lean forward to kiss her tits, her abdomen, and reach between her legs to get her ready for me. But she’s alreadyveryready for me, so wet and slick I could cry. I play with her, and a heady little sound escapes her as I move my fingers and my palm, but then she shakes her head and pushes my hand away. “Your cock. Now.”

I’m not one to argue.

She climbs onto my lap again, positioning me against her glorious slickness, and then starts to lower down—the sensation making my eyes want to roll back in my head. But I can’t let that happen, obviously, because then I’d have to take them off of her. She takes me an inch at a time, pausing to let herself adjust to me—and then she’s fully seated, and a feeling of pure contentmentrolls through me. It feels so good, so right, and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her as she starts to roll her hips, taking me in and out of the best place I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting.

I groan into her mouth, and she nips my lip as she grinds down harder. I’m not going to last long like this, with her playing with me, taking me at her speed,enjoyingme. I reach between us and rub her as she continues to take me in and out, and I’m rewarded when she arches her neck back. The chair moves on the floor, the feet screeching, and I could give a crap if it makes a chair-sized dent in the wall. I’m inside of her, and she’s arching against me as if I’m—

Oh God, I'm not going to make it.

I grab her hips, my rib crying out, but I don’t care. I move her against me, and when she joins her motion with mine, it feels so damn perfect. Even more perfect when I lean in to suck her nipple and then taste her lips. I thrust up into her while pushing her down, and she cries out into my mouth.

It’s still fucking perfect when she forgets where my injury is in her wild abandon, because I'm the man who made her feel that way. She pushes closer, closer, tightening around me, and then her whole body starts to tense. The chair creaking like it’s going to fall down or collapse into sticks. Let it.

I push in deeper, and I feel her falling over the edge.

“Oh my God,” she says into my ear, and then bites the lobe, and I’ll be damned if that’s not what pushes me over with her.

I pump up into her one final time, panting, sweating,hurting, and somehow that only makes the feeling better. Stronger. I’m overcome. I’m obliterated. I’m in disbelief. And I know, in the way a man knows these things, that once every four years could never be enough. But it has to be. She said she won’t give me anything else, other than the torturous joy of watching her make herself come, and she is definitely a woman of her word.

She buries her face deeper into me, her arms twining around my neck. Her whole body pressed to me. It hurts, and it feels good. “That was…unreal.”

“I disagree. It was incredibly fucking real,” I whisper back, leaning down to kiss her hair. “I knew it would be like that.”

She glances up at me, an unreadable smile on her face. “So did I.”

I want to carry her into the bedroom, but I’m in no condition to be carrying anyone. Probably not in a condition to be fucking a beautiful woman in a chair either, but even a stopped clock gets lucky twice a day.

She burrows into me again, and this time I groan from the pressure to my rib.

She snaps back and pulls off me, my dick sensitive to its unfortunate change in circumstances. “Oh crap, I hurt you.”

Not yet, a voice in my head whispers.Not yet.But the yearning I’ve been feeling is stronger now that I’ve been inside her, and I can admit to myself what I’ve probably known all along. She has the power to hurt me. To obliterate me. To crack me into pieces and stomp on them.

Normally, that realization would make me want to back the fuck off, but that’s not what I want. I want as much of her as she’s willing to give me.

“I’ll be fine,” I insist, “but let’s get some sleep. I might take a pain pill.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

EMMA

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