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For a long moment, he could only quiver helplessly as she stroked and fisted his aching cock, the pleasure of her touch so potent he gritted his teeth against the urge to spew his cum all over her pretty pink tits.

He knew damned well she would welcome him losing control that way. There was nothing they did together that was wrong or dirty or shameful, nothing that needed to be negotiated or explained. They were so attuned to how their bodies served each other’s pleasure, he was certain neither of them would ever find this freedom with anyone else.

His ardent mouth moved over her face. “I went down to Jazzie’s tonight. For once, playing music was no help.”

“I’m sorry.”

Her tone was sincere, and he didn’t doubt it. If anyone could understand what losing the comfort of an instrument truly meant to a musician, it was Ireland. Their shared love of music was one of their points of connection.

“So, I flirted with a beautiful, sexy woman,” he went on, “and took her to my room.”

Ireland’s body went stock-still; even her breathing stopped. A harsh sound that was almost a sob escaped her, and she released his cock, pressing her palms to his stomach to try pushing him away. Malicious triumph filled him. If she felt jealousy, she felt ownership.

Good.

Gripping her hips with flexing hands, he pressed his damp forehead to hers, his chest working with heavy breaths. “She tried to kiss me, and I threw her out.” He barked a bitter laugh. “You’ve unmanned me. I only want you.”

“Ronan…” She surged into him, catching him with a hand at his nape as she kissed him with everything she had—covetously, possessively, angrily.

“I have to have you,” he muttered against her trembling lips.

Then he sank into a crouch and buried his nose in the silky patch of curls just above her hairless labia. He inhaled deeply, the lush female scent of her intensifying the need that drove him so hard. Nuzzling her, his tongue dipped between her folds, finding her slickly aroused. Her head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, desire sweeping across her body in a flush of soft pink.

Sliding his hand behind her knee, he draped it over his shoulder, opening her up to his long, slow licks. Her flavor drove him wild. He’d imagined finding her in the Vidal offices, sitting her atop a desk or conference table, and sliding up to her succulent cunt with a rolling desk chair so he could tongue her to orgasm.

Like he was determined to do now. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he moaned and fisted his eager cock, which would have to wait its turn to feel her incredible pussy wrapped around it. Right now, he was locked into her honeyed flavor, avidly rubbing the flat of his tongue over her from cunt to clit. Her fingers slid into his hair, finding and massaging the sweat-damp roots, holding him against her soft folds as if it were even possible that he could pull away. Spearing his tongue, he teased the tiny slit that seemed too small to take his rampantly hard dick but could not be a more perfect fit.

She cried out and began rocking against his working mouth, riding his tongue as he speared into her with voracious thrusts, feeling the delicate muscles of her tight channel grasping to hold him. Later, he would spread her wide on the bed and settle in to feast, but impatience drove him now, the hours he’d spent waiting and hoping for her to reach out to him still too fresh inhis mind. He groaned as he tilted his head to try and get deeper, the scent and taste of her so intoxicating he felt drunk on her.

“Ronan!” She gasped his name when he circled her clit with his lips and then suckled it, the tip of his tongue massaging the hood. She bucked against his mouth, her hands gripping the back of his head. Her thready cry when the orgasm hit her was like music to his ears, and he growled with masculine victory, surging onto his knees to better support her weight as she trembled and shook, her cunt pulsing and clenching around his driving tongue.

He continued licking her for long moments, gentling her as she twitched with aftershocks. Only when she was utterly relaxed did he wipe his wet mouth on her inner thigh and slide her leg from his shoulder.

He stood, holding her steady with his hands on her hips. She was flushed all over, her eyes dark and dilated in the dimly lit vestibule. He held her gaze as he pushed the kimono off her shoulders with one hand, then he raked her with a head-to-toe glance, thrilling at the sight of her beautiful body lush from orgasm and still hungry for his. His dick felt like a heavy club between his legs, and he was mere moments away from shoving it inside the hottest, tightest, sweetest?—

“Malhereux!” he bit out, his eyes squeezing shut.

“What?” Her hand cupped his face, and he leaned into her touch.

He looked at her. “I was in such a hurry to get here… I forgot to bring protection.”

Her eyes were luminous, her face so stunningly perfect it hurt him to breathe. “I have some, although I’m sure you need a bigger size than I have.”

“There are other ways to satisfy,cher,” he pressed his lips softly to hers, “some of which we’ve already enjoyed together.”

She gripped his waist and arched her body sinuously against him, a temptress bent on his destruction, and he succumbed willingly, even gratefully. “I need your cock inside me,” she breathed, her lips on his jaw. “And your cum.”

Ronan’s palm hit the wall abruptly for support, his cock swelling so rapidly that his knees weakened from the sudden rush of blood to his already engorged dick. “Merde,” he growled, his thighs quivering with the need to drive hard and fast into her before she changed her mind.

“I’m on the pill.” Her voice was a whispered temptation. “And I’ve never had unprotected sex.”

“Neither have I,” he bit out, his entire body straining toward her. His hand at her waist slid around her, pulling her tightly to him. She was cool against his feverishly hot skin, the antidote to the craving that afflicted him.

He’d felt this way with no one else and had, in fact, feared an unwanted pregnancy so intensely that wearing a condom had always been a necessity. That was not a fear he had now, and that, more than anything, illuminated the gravity of his situation in a way nothing else could have.

Bending his knees, he gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her, opening her legs to hover her cunt over his raging cock. She reached between them and took him in hand, positioning him at the slitted entrance to her plush pussy. She rubbed the plum-sized head against her, coating them both in the slickness of their combined arousal. The feel of her satiny skin against the tender tip of his dick was so good his breath hissed out between his clenched teeth.

He lowered her slowly, a low pained growl rumbling in his chest at the feel of her opening to the pressure of his rigidly stiff penis. It was like sliding into a wet fist, the heat and pressure of her delicious cunt a shattering pleasure around his naked cock.

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