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Mask still covering his head, he dips down, down, until his lips are poised above my breast. He sucks the hard tip inside the stunning heat of his mouth, then bites down. Not hard—but enough to make me sizzle and scream. I feel the jolt all the way to my pussy.

He repeats the action with my other breast, sucking and biting while pinching and soothing its twin. Back and forth, over and over, he lavishes attention on my breasts until I feel them engorge, until I feel my sex ache again. I’ve never experienced such violent sensations in my breasts. They never swelled so much I swear I feel his every exhalation tighten my nipples even more. Panting, on fire, I arch up. A plea sits on the tip of my tongue.

I reach up to grab his head and keep him in place. The yarn under my hands frustrates me. I want to feel his hair. Dark hair. Noah’s hair.

Immediately, he grabs my wrists and shoves them back to the table. “The mask stays.”

Desire and confusion all whirl through me at once. I nod. “I just wanted to touch you.”

The tension in his body releases. “Soon. I want that, too. But tonight, I want to be deep inside you. I want to be in so tight you can’t feel anything but my cock.”

“Yes,” I moan. “I want you inside me.” Noah…

The words barely leave my lips before he lifts me against the hard width of his chest, sets me on my feet, then spins me around. I face the table, feelings churning through me so quickly I can barely process them. Desire. Oh, yes. Tightly strung and achy, need scrapes at my patience. I feel raw, ready to scream. How can a man I don’t know affect me so easily and deeply? No clue—and I’m beyond caring.

Fear. Lord, I almost don’t recognize myself. I’m not the kind of woman to have sex with a stranger, especially on my own dining room table. I’m not the kind of woman to beg. But my desire overpowers my fear. Handily.

And I whisper, “Fuck me.”

He slides his cock against me, but instead of entering me, he drags his length along my slick folds, then begins bumping my clit in a soft rhythm, rubbing me with the head in a smooth motion designed to devastate me until I want to scream.

“Are you wet enough?”

Is he out of his mind? My sex feels incredibly swollen and my inner thighs are wet with my own juices. With every breath and every movement, I can feel my bare flesh rubbing against itself. It’s driving me crazy. And with his cock rooting around my aching sex, he’s driving me crazy.

“You know I am.”

“How bad do you want it?” he whispers against my neck.

Fresh shivers wrack me. Frustration boils up. I wiggle my ass at him, trying to entice, trying to nudge the head of his cock inside me. He evades, keeps teasing and stroking my clit with his erection.

“I want it,” I pant.

“Enough to beg?”

Beg? Oh, that sounds terrible…and wonderful. I’ve never wanted anything bad enough to beg for it, but he’s pushing my every button, shoving me closer and closer to insanity. This dominant man and his forceful behavior remind me of Noah. He makes me feel like a wild woman prowls inside me, dying to burst free.

“Do you?” he prods, pinching my nipples.

Easy capitulation has never been my style, however. And some feminine instinct tells me he’d enjoy the hell out of my defiance. “Just fuck me.”

He chuckles in my ear. “Big girl thinks she’s calling all the shots now? I’ve got news for you. You’re bent over a table with your ass in the air. I could spank your pretty cheeks pink, and you couldn’t stop me.”

Mr. Mysterious reaches a hand between them, then plunges a finger into my tight depths. Instantly, my body clasps at his finger, trying to suck him deeper. When he presses down on my G-spot, I moan and arch into his hand.

But he doesn’t stay, damn him. Instead, he withdraws and trails his finger from my swollen opening back to my anus. I stiffen when he circles my tight, unbreached hole with his wet digit.

“I could fuck you here.”

But he doesn’t. He just continues rimming the small hole with his finger, awakening nerve endings I’ve never known existed. When I tense and raise up on my tiptoes in breathless anticipation, only then does he drive the digit inside me.

A gasp tears from my throat. Sensations I’ve never dreamed of swarm me. My knees go weak, and I’m damn glad to have a table under me to hold my weight.

His finger fills me up, and he rhythmically pumps my ass with it. Friction bites into my resistance and heat shimmies up my spine. Every thrust of his finger seems to send a fresh ache straight to my pussy, right to my clit. I press back against his hand, seeking more of the delicious stimulation threatening my sanity.

“Oh my god.” My voice trembles.

“No one has ever touched you here.”