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“No,” he cut in firmly. “I knew what I signed up for, Lena. You shouldn’t feel the need to apologize for your condition all the time. Not to me.”
I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around his neck. My bare breasts pressed against his chest, little sparks of pleasure jolting through me from the roughness of his snug black Henley. I shifted in his lap and the obvious bulge of his cock beneath me was impossible to miss.
He was hard as a rock.
Guilt snagged in my chest. My hand strayed to his groin, stroking his fly. But he caught my wrist and shook his head.
“Did I make you come?” he asked.
“Ironside…” I said softly.
“Did I make you come?” he repeated, more insistent this time.
Silence filled the air, stretching on and on. I didn’t want to answer that question. Ironside lifted me back up onto the table’s edge, hooking my legs over his shoulders.
“No, I didn’t,” he said. “So, I’m not done with you yet.”
Before I could protest, his mouth was on my clit and his tongue was gliding along the length of my pussy in a slick, scorching hot stripe.
I flung my head back, burying my fingers in his hair as pleasure washed over me.
He didn’t try to penetrate me again—not with his fingers or with his tongue. But he remembered every sensitive spot from our first date, and he took full advantage of them now. My thighs locked around his head and my body shuddered from the force of ecstasy that flooded through me.
Ironside’s grip on my thighs was bruising, dimpling my flesh. I couldn’t take my eyes off him with his head buried between my legs, broad shoulders and tattooed forearms and that piercing blue gaze pinned on me.
My orgasm crested hard and fast, rising and rising. My muscles tensed, toes curling, pussy walls spasming and fluttering.
At the height of my bliss, when I teetered on the brink of explosion, it dawned on me.
I felt wickedly and sinfully sexy in a way that I hadn’t experienced with anyone else before. Stripped naked on my work table. With my legs draped over an older man’s shoulders, while he ate me out like a starved man.
I never did anything like this.
Pepper was right.
The right man had coaxed my wild side out of me.
Then I fell apart, grinding shamelessly against Ironside’s tongue. Completely losing myself in the blinding pleasure of his mouth and the merciless suction he locked on my clit.
A shout tore from my throat, echoing around the room. I dug my heels into his back, bowing off the table.
Ironside’s grip kept me grounded, kept me secure with him amid the onslaught.
And I thought he would stop. I thought one orgasm would be enough.
But no.
Hekept going.
The world around me fell away and all of my senses narrowed to his tongue. The slow swirl and then the press against my overly sensitive clit.
“Reuben,” I choked. “Oh myGod—”
The second orgasm hit like a freight train. I couldn’t think of anything except how overwhelmingly good it felt.
The sob of disappointment I let out a moment ago was nothing compared to the sob of pleasure that escaped me now. The burn of his beard on my thighs sent me into the stratosphere, prickly sandpaper roughness that made the slippery warmth of his tongue and his mouth feel even better.
What felt like an eternity later, I finally sagged against the table, spent, exhausted. I pushed weakly at Ironside’s head.
