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A low groan crawled out of his throat and his palm picked up tempo, his other hand sliding lower to stroke his aching balls.

He closed his eyes, letting his imagination take him on an erotic journey as he diligently worked his way toward climax. He conjured up the erotic, naked vision of Taylor, standing before him, his for the taking. Her legs spread wide, her pussy cleanly shaven, exposing her lush, blood-engorged clit. Christian licked his lips, savoring the taste of her as it continued to linger on his tongue.

As he thought about what he planned to do to her later, when he had her sprawled across his bed, juices dripped from his slit, and his balls constricted.

The first thing he’d do was strip that gorgeous body of hers bare, and spend a long time just looking at her, until she begged him to take her.

And take her he would.

He’d gather her into his arms and lick her beaded nipples until they hardened in his mouth. Then he’d suck on her tight peaks until she cried out in heavenly bliss.

Once his mouth had had its fill, he’d move between her legs, press a hot kiss to her pussy and ravish her with dark hunger. With his face moving between her thighs, he’d inch open her pink lips and hungrily tongue her sweet spot.

“Jesus,” he whispered under his breath, clinging to the sexy image. He envisioned himself manipulating her lush clit, sucking and raking his teeth over her engorged nub. When she cried out in painful pleasure, he’d change tactics and use the soft blade of his tongue to soothe the sting left behind.

He’d push one finger deep inside her, brushing over her G-spot, slow and steady until she quaked, shuddered and orgasmed beneath him, then he’d lap up her milky sweet cream. After drinking in every delicious drop of her feminine nectar, he’d drive his cock between her hot, pink lips and ride her with wild abandonment.

Senses exploding, Christian dragged in air. With his orgasm merely a few strokes away, his hands began to work harder over his dick. Trembling and panting, he bit down on his lower lip, remembering how sweet her pussy had tasted. He swallowed. Hard.

As he pictured her tight sex muscles gripping his cock, it snapped his last vestige of control.

“Fuck…” He groaned out loud as pressure mounted inside him. He cupped his sac, and stroked his dick faster. With his cock thickening to the point of no return, his heart raced and his brain quit functioning.

He grunted something incoherent, stroked once more and stilled his movements. A second later, he shot hot come into the steady stream of steamy water and gave a low growl of contentment.

Temporarily sated, he finished washing up, dressed and quickly made his way to The Hose. He stepped inside and let his gaze brush over the crowd. The place was packed, but it didn’t take him long to zero in on Taylor. The second he spotted her, he a felt a flash of possessiveness rush though his bloodstream.

Sitting at the bar dressed in a red-hot dress, she nursed a drink, her gaze darting to the door every few seconds. Obviously, with the crowd blocking her vision, she hadn’t seen him come in.

With a predatory advance, he weaved his way through the congestion and closed the gap between them. Lust exploded inside him as he took in her tight, curve-hugging dress and long, shapely legs. Memories of how they felt wrapped around him only a short while before made him quake and nearly shut down his brain. As he envisioned himself getting reacquainted with her lips, both sets, his whole body shook. All he could think about was touching her, kissing her and making sweet passionate love to her. He brushed up against her, his lust-drunk mind making speech nearly impossible.

He didn’t wait for an opening. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

Her body tightened when she heard his voice. She angled her head. Her eyes flared with heat when they met his.

“Nope. Help yourself,” came her breathy reply.

With sexual awareness arcing between them, Christian sat beside her, stretched his legs out in front of him and held out his hand. “I’m Christian Bain, firefighter from Station 419.”

Regarding him with wide, come-hither eyes, Taylor smiled and played along. “Nice to meet you, Christian. I’m Taylor Dayton, pastry chef at Chez Frontenac.” The curiosity and excitement in her tone fed the intensity of his arousal.

With his cock aching to be inside her and his mouth watering to taste every delicious inch of her body, he decided to get right to the point. “So what brings you here tonight, Taylor?”

She twisted on her stool to face him. Her pretty pink tongue snaked out to moisten her lips. When she bent close, her warm strawberry-scented breath aroused all his senses.

She didn’t bother to skirt the iss

ue. “Well, actually, I’m looking for a man.”

He cocked his head, his groin tightening with need as he watched her reactions. “A man, huh? Any man, or do you have someone specific in mind?”

She licked her lips again, her voice a low velvet seduction. “You see, Christian.” She paused. “It’s Christian, right?” When he nodded his head, she continued, “Well, I have this fire burning deep inside me. So I’m here at this firefighter bar looking for a man who really knows how to handle his hose.”

Working double time to tamp down his dick before it exploded through his zipper, he studied the other men in the room. “I’m sure any man here is capable of that, which makes me wonder why you’re still sitting here alone.”

“Ahh, but he also needs to be skilled with his fingers and his tongue.” She blew a slow breath and looked at him with pure lust. “I’m tired of amateurs. I want a man who knows his way around a woman’s body.”

Jesus. H. Christ. Her bold words made his cock thicken and press against his pants to the point of pain. He was certain the teeth on his zipper were going to give way, one by one.

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