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Eventually, she managed to breathe normally again. “I don’t know what’s hotter,”

she told him in a low voice. “The way you look at me or the way you touch me.”

He grinned, though it seemed a bit strained by the sexual tension that gripped them

both. “I do like touching you, darlin’.”

Her fingers twined deeper in his silky hair and his head tilted toward hers. She

stretched up on her toes and brushed her lips against his. His hands had a firm hold on her waist, as though to restrain himself more so than her. She couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. “You could keep your promise. Or… You could turn this into one

hell of a night.”

He groaned.

“Not that it hasn’t been already,” she added.

“Got off to a slow start,” he said. “I had to get you drunk.”

“As I recall, I was the one ordering the shots.”

“And you looked damn good drinking them,” he said, his partially concealed eyes

glowing with lust. “I got hard just watching you lick your hand.”

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“I was thinking of you when I did that.”

“Such a tease,” he murmured.

“No,” she whispered. Her lips grazed his and, a breath later, their mouths opened.

His tongue slipped inside again to play with hers. She couldn’t help how

shamelessly she melded to him, wanting every inch of her body pressed against his.

One couldn’t even slide a sheet of paper between them as her breasts nestled beneath

the ledge of his hard pectoral muscles. She could feel his erection against her belly and it made her shiver with anticipation.

Clearly sensing her non-verbal acquiescence, her own silent invitation, he deepened

their kiss as his arms slid around her. His kiss was so electrifying, it felt as though she’d wrapped her hands around a live wire and was hanging on for dear life, absorbing

every single shockwave that rocked her body. Thriving on the high-voltage

reverberation deep inside her.

When his mouth left hers and his lips trailed over her jaw and down to her neck,

she was amazed she didn’t melt into a puddle of feminine mush right at his booted feet.

As his hands roamed her body, she relaxed a little, certain she was finally going to get what she’d gone looking for this evening.

His palm was warm as it grazed her upper thigh before sliding beneath the snug

hem of her short skirt. His hand swept up to her hip, then around to her backside. He cupped a bare cheek just as he nipped her neck. Liza couldn’t even begin to process all the wonderful sensations he evoked. It seemed like forever since she’d been this on fire, this turned inside out.

The blaze was about to burn even brighter as his hand returned to the front of her,

his fingers skimming over the triangular swath of lace that covered her pussy. Liza’s breath caught in her throat at the intimate touch.

“You’re already wet, darlin’,” the Devil said in a low, sexy tone.

She swallowed down a lump of excitement, doing her damnedest to keep from

begging him to fuck her. That was exactly what she wanted, but good girls didn’t say

things like that out loud, did they?

Instead, she admitted, “I have been since I laid eyes on you.”

A sharp grunt fell from his lips as they continued to glide over her throat. “I want to make you wetter.”

Electrical currents ran rampant through her body, all headed toward the heart of

her where they tangled and twisted and gained strength. The pads of his fingers

massaged her labia through the thin lace of her panties. The pressure was just right.

Steady and strong, rather than slow and tentative. He knew what he was doing, knew

exactly how to touch her and set every nerve-ending on fire.

His mouth returned to hers and he kissed her again as his fingers swept aside the

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mouth from his and gulped in some much-needed air as his fingers caressed her pussy

lips.

“Oh good Lord,” she whispered. Then she sighed as he stroked her in just the right

place, targeting her ultra-sensitive clit.

His semi-embrace tightened around her as she swayed unsteadily under his

magical touch, while his fingers continued to pleasure her. One slid into her wet cunt and she bit back a cry of delight. How wonderful this all felt! His heat and hands and low groans sent her into sensory overload. Her legs trembled as he worked her a little faster, with confident strokes that told of his determination to give her everything she needed. To get her off with an explosive bang.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he whispered in her ear as she shuddered against him. The heel

of his hand rubbed her clit as the finger inside her cunt continued to caress her, taking her to a beautiful place she’d long since forgotten. “Come for me.”

His mouth returned to her neck, his tongue and lips and teeth teasing her now-

damp skin as he pushed deeper inside her and quickened his pace. Liza’s head tilted

back against the refrigerator door. Her eyelids fluttered closed as the flames consumed her. She let her inner vixen take over, no longer wanting to be saddled to the good girl she’d been raised to be. This was what she’d been missing out on for far too long. This was what freed her from the past.

“Jack,” she whispered his name as she barreled toward the kind of climax that had

eluded her for years. The kind of intense, cleansing release she needed and deserved.

Her fingers tightened around the strands of hair she clutched at as Jack worked her a little more feverishly.

“Let go, Liza,” he said in a strained tone. “I want to feel you come with my fingers

inside you.”

With those words, he pushed a second finger into her tight cunt, stroking her faster, harder. The heel of his hand still rubbed her clit, with a bit more pressure. It was Liza’s undoing. She came instantly, calling out his name as everything inside her lit up like a Roman candle.

“Oh Jesus!” she added as her body quivered and quaked with the intensity of her

orgasm. Jack’s fingers remained inside her, his palm pressed against her, massaging her clit as she squirmed in his arms and tried to pull every ounce of sexual gratification from the few blissful moments that were all-too fleeting.

The release was liberating and beautiful. Yet it ebbed too quickly. She wanted more,

but could barely speak to get the words out. Hell, she couldn’t even think straight or breathe properly. Thank God Jack had a tight hold on her because her knees threatened to buckle at any moment. She felt dewy inside and out, the moisture on her skin his