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It was as if my hands knew exactly what to do, reaching into the back of his t-shirt to caress as much of his shoulders as I could. I turned and caught his ear between my teeth, loving the feeling of him shuddering against me. How could my touch thrill him so intensely?

The feeling of his slightly rough hands untucking my t-shirt and skimming across my stomach made me want to suggest we go to the bedroom immediately. Yet somehow I knew we didn’t have nearly enough time for what I really wanted.

“Only twenty minutes?” I asked, placing my palms on either side of his face as I brought his lips to mine.

He nodded against me. “I shouldn’t have bothered you, but I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

“Did you really miss me?” I whispered, scarcely able to believe it.

Tyler pulled away, looking at me carefully for a moment. “Tana, you have no idea. I think I’m already addicted to you, sweetheart.”

His lips curled into a gloriously adorable smirk. “If it came down to you or coffee, I’m pretty sure that you’d win.” He stared into space, tilting his head back and forth, pondering. “Yeah, pretty sure.”

Then he kissed me, hard. His lips angled against mine as he pulled us together almost roughly. Our bodies shifted and he moved me so that I was straddling him.

Instantly feeling how hard, how big he was made sparks fly up and down my spine, but then his tongue slipped into my mouth, and I’d never felt anything so perfect in my life.

Tyler tasted me as if he were starving for every inch of me. Our breathing became ragged, but we couldn’t stop, hands clutching at each other desperately.

His fingers found my nipple, pinching gently as I squirmed against his erection, his other hand grabbing my ass hard.

A low grunt came from deep in his throat as he muttered, “You delicious little tease.”

I heard myself moan as he caressed every inch of my skin, my hips now tilting as I spread my legs, pressing my panties directly on the enormous bulge at the front of his jeans.

“Tana,” he murmured into my mouth, “You have no idea how much I need you.”

It suddenly occurred to me that he might actually, genuinely, need me.

He had mentioned not dating anyone for a long time. The other night we had slept in the same bed and he had made me feel amazing, but I had been too nervous to touch him back.

I realized that it was sort of my turn. Well, not that anyone was keeping score, exactly, but since he was working so hard this week, relieving his stress would be the least I could do.

“Tyler,” I murmured as both of his hands grabbed my ass now, rocking against me as if he couldn’t help himself, “Can I try something?”

“You can do absolutely anything you want, sweetheart,” he said with a saucy smirk.

Climbing off his lap, he stuck out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout. But then when I pushed the coffee table out of the way and knelt between his knees, he instantly realized what I was about to do.

“Tana, I appreciate it, but you don’t have to–”

“May I try?” I asked, fumbling with his zipper.

“If you really want to, sure,” he grinned, shifting as he opened his pants and pulled down his shorts.

Reaching out, I remembered that confidence was sexy. This was not the time to be timid.

Gripping his stiff shaft with both hands, I leaned in closer, stroking gently along the skin. It was weirdly fascinating how sensitive it seemed, almost twitching in my hands.

Working my fingers along the entire surface, I looked up at Tyler as I opened my mouth, tentatively wrapping my lips around the thick, round head.

I’d always wondered whether trying to give a blow job would make me feel dirty. From the way his eyes were absolutely on fire as he gently stroked my hair, I was proud of myself.

Licking and sucking carefully, I felt the shudder that ran through him. I did that. I made this strong, amazing man feel good. It was incredible to me.

The expression in his eyes was unreadable as the lids closed slightly. Pulling more of his flesh into my mouth, I moved my lips and hands along the surface, touching every part I could.

Tyler grew silent. Still. His breath becoming labored was the only sound in the room.

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