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very spot. They d come together as if a sexual energy threaded
their spirits into one, but the morning after had her believing it
was a one-sided experience. J.R. s heated stare made her
reconsider. Maybe he d felt as connected as she had. After all, with
a great deal of angst in his tone, he had called her by someone
else s name and then appeared horrified by what he d said.
 I ve got work to do. He pulled a black Tee shirt over his head.
She hadn t noticed it in his hand when he d entered the kitchen.
The cotton fit him snugly. His nipples were hard and poked the
fabric. Involuntarily, her fingers wiggled at her side. She wanted to
reach out and touch him.
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 Does that mean I can stay? she asked.
His expression didn t have a spark of warmth.  Mr. Wolfe
doesn t like people hanging around.
His indifference toward her was upsetting. Would he be that
cold if she stripped? What if she dropped to her knees, unleashed
his cock, and took him in her mouth? Halfway through her climax
the night before, she d contemplated how to please him. The idea
of sucking his big erection made her wet. She hadn t seen his cock,
but had felt it deep within her. It was the biggest cock she d ever
had, and there was no end to the ways she wanted to let him use it
on her.
 What if I do something to help you with your chores? she
replied, unable to back down from a challenge. She had to stay to
meet Mr. Wolfe. Reaping the benefits of J.R. s lust gave her yet
another reason. The man needed more than one release. That was
clear from the distress in his voice when he named the other
woman. He may have been avoiding talking about the night
before, but the hungry way his gaze raked over her was enough
evidence for her to persist.
 Or maybe you d like for me to do something more personal.
She moved toward him, putting her hand on his chest, feeling his
heartbeat speed up.
 You can t imagine what I want. He took hold of her face.
He brushed his thumb over her lips, stretching them as he pried
her mouth open. His other hand slithered up her back beneath the
close-fitting blouse. The buttons strained across her braless chest
as he pushed higher, caressing her back.
 Or maybe you can t imagine what I can do? She ran her
fingers down his ribs, landing on the waistband of his denim
pants. With a slow glide, she followed the rim to the center. A hard
tug popped the snap open. His one hand dropped to her bottom,
and the other gripped her chin and pulled her mouth toward his.
The slow lick of his tongue over her lips and up to her nose made
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her shiver. He continued the strange, arousing play, lapping at her
face, and then moving to her neck as if he bathed her, covering a
wider and wider area. When he unbuttoned her blouse, she
dropped her arms to her sides. His incessant licking, especially
over her nipples, drove her crazy. He held her sides, steadying her
so she could hang her head back and enjoy. This was nothing like
she planned. Instead of her pleasuring him for what she wanted,
he gave her a thrill. His hand slid inside her sweatpants.
 That feels so good, she moaned.
He relieved her of the blouse without missing a lick over her
skin. The constant rasping on her hardened nipples felt as if he
were scrubbing them with sandpaper. She didn t dare look to see if
he had worn them raw.
His mouth enveloped the tip of her breast.
 Ahhhh. . . . She let out her approval.
She wasn t used to men being this aggressive and demanding,
men who knew things she didn t and did things she d never
imagined. She loved his take-charge nature and animal roughness,
his mastery of lovemaking.
He cupped her nether lips, fingering her clit. She wanted
normal sex. Then his dark gaze made her wonder, what was
normal to J.R.? He d already shown her new paths to pleasure.
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Not ready to breed her again, Nick rubbed Randi s wet cunt,
penetrating the swollen entrance, heightening her arousal with
fast thrusting. She clung to him. Her fingers dug into his shirt. Her
hips rocked forward each time he withdrew.
 Keep going, she whimpered.  Don t stop.
He kissed her face and mouth, sucking at her cheek and lips.
Moving a second finger into her tight vagina, he tickled a sensitive
spot that made her pant. Her mouth barely moved against his. She
gasped in short bursts as waves of orgasm washed through her.
Then she went rigid, gripped by her climax. He took pleasure in
having her claw at him with such wild excitement.
She twisted her head away and laid it against his shoulder.  The
things you do to me. Inertia left her sagging in his hold.
 This is just a start, he murmured against the side of her head.
He extracted his fingers and licked them. The scent and flavor
of her sex dropped him to his knees. He looked up into her eyes. A
fiery passion blazed in their depths. For a second he saw Maddie,
and the image killed his arousal.
He rose, shaken and confused by emotions and memories.  I
have things to do, he said stepping back from the tantalizing
fragrance of Randi s ready body.
 All right, she said, seemingly calm and forgiving, not curious
about his abrupt withdrawal.
He picked up her blouse. His needs were few, but they all
involved a woman to whom he hadn t shown his true form. He
tossed the piece of clothing to her. The sun hadn t risen yet. As
long as the full moon hovered anywhere in the dark sky, the Lycan
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part of him could emerge. The kitchen wasn t dark enough to hide
him again. Fearing her rejection, he backed farther from her.
 Like I said, maybe I can help? She put her blouse on.  I d like
to stay until Mr. Wolfe gets here.
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