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Oh. My. God.

Christian dropped to his knees, ran the hot cloth over her flesh to wipe away the last remnants of shaving cream and then pressed a hot kiss over her pussy. The first sweet touch of his tongue sent a myriad of emotions and sensations rushing through her.

“Oh Jesus, Christian.” She raced her fingers through his hair. “You’re so good at that.”

He pulled open her lips with his tongue and delved in deeper, swirling the soft blade over her clit with accurate precision. The heat of his mouth scorched her flesh. Her body pulsed and throbbed as pressure brewed inside her.

He brushed his finger over her swollen lips and pushed it all the way inside her pussy. Her breath came in a ragged burst. He pumped in and out of her, controlling the pace, depth and rhythm. Hunger consumed her as he took his time tasting and finger fucking her. A whimper escaped her lips. Her body broke out in a sweat, and she was sure she was going to melt on his counter.

When he applied more pressure to her sensitized clit, her head began spinning. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and bucked against him. Goddamn, his mouth did the most delicious things to her pussy.

He pushed another finger inside her, igniting her blood to near boiling. Every square inch of her skin burned, her breasts felt heavy and achy.

His touch was commanding, yet gentle and tender at the same time. Her muscles clenched and trembled under his erotic assault.

As he indulged in her body, she could feel the pressure building inside her, coming to a peak.

“Mmmm… That’s it, sweetheart. Let me taste you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, her body tightened and she orgasmed right there, right into his mouth. He gripped her hips, absorbing her tremors.

He spent a long moment lapping up her cream. When her body stopped convulsing, he climbed to his feet. “It’s not your pussy. You taste like honey. Any man would lose himself in your sweetness. See for yourself.” He put his mouth over hers and kissed her, long and deep. His tongue seared her mouth, scorching her with his heat, leaving his mark. She moaned as her hands eagerly surfed over his body.

He broke the kiss and brushed her hair from her forehead. “So you see, Taylor, you’re perfect. And now that your pussy is all shaved, you’re ready to pull on your sexy red dress and head on over to The Hose.”

When he stepped back, she stole a peek at her newly shaved pubis. Shocked at what she saw, she shot him a glance. “I thought—”

He gave her a sheepish look. “I accidentally shaved it all off.”

She arched a brow. “Accidentally?”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

She took another look at her smooth pubic area and gently stroked herself. “Mmm, I kind of like that. It feels so soft.”

She watched his eyes darken. “Yeah, that’s my favorite.” His nostrils flared as he drove his hands into his pockets and took one step backward. “If you still have your heart set on playing a pick-up game at The Hose then you’re all ready to go.”

When she heard the mischief in his voice, her head came up with a start. Her eyes met his and he shot her a suggestive look, one filled with the promise of things to come.

It suddenly occurred to her that Christian had just turned the tables on her. Her hunky playboy neighbor was letting her know that he was now calling the shots, not her. She had to admit, it excited the hell out of her.

Deciding to play along, to see where this led them, she climbed from the counter. “Thanks for all your help. I guess I’ll see you later then?”

With his expression hot, wild and lethal, he shrugged. “I still have that game of one on one to play.”

She didn’t miss the double entendre. His words sent a tingle along her nerve endings. “Okay, let’s hope my new image gets me the attention I’m looking for. Wish me luck.”

The gleam in his eyes turned wicked. “You don’t need it.”

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Oh no, luck wasn’t what she needed. Not at all. What she needed was a good spanking for teasing the shit out of him.

But hey, two could play that game.

If she had her heart set on going to The Hose who was he to stop her? He had no intention of thwarting her plans, and every intention of making sure he was the guy in her bed tonight.

After Taylor left, Christian made his way back to the bathroom and turned on the shower, knowing he had to give his dick what it had been craving all night before he went up in a burst of flames. If he didn’t take the edge off, he’d detonate like a goddamn firecracker the minute he sank into her heat. And boy, oh boy, did he ever plan on sinking into her heat.

As the hot needlelike spray hit his body, his hand drifted downward and closed around his thickening cock, working to release the pressure building inside him. He drew a sharp breath and shifted restlessly, using long, even strokes over his shaft. Goddamn, it felt good. So fucking good…

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