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So, with that being the case, why was her mind wandering? Shouldn’t her ability to think be hindered? Something was scratching at the edge of her mind. The edge where only that black hole of twenty minutes lived. Something… something.Shit, the picture.Maybe that was it. Nick knew the man she’d obsessed over for about four months or so, three years ago.Maybe kinda still did.

“Why am I letting that bother me?” The man behind her stilled. Shit, had she spoken aloud?

“Usually when I’m fucking, the words falling from my partner’s lips are a litany of incoherent babbles, calls to a deity, or instructions. That sounded like none of the above. Should I stop?”

He sounded more puzzled than pissed. Hurt than annoyed. “Sorry, but that was one hell of an orgasm. Short-circuited my brain a little.”Did he buy it?

Nick leaned over her and licked up her spine. Sending tiny shocks through her nerve endings. When he got to her ear, he rasped, “Good answer, sweetheart. I don’t believe a single syllable of it, but still a good answer.” He bit down on her lobe before licking the sting away. She barely recognized the groan that minor act pulled from her.Again, with the scratching.The sense of déjà vu was overwhelming. She tried to grab on to a fleeting flash of… something, but Nick swiveled his hips and started circling her clit with a finger.

“Fuck.” She grunted as her face ground into the soft pillow with each thrust. Now the only thing she was trying to chase was a second orgasm.

“Good, you’re back. Now that I have your undivided attention, are you ready to have some real fun?”

“Um, this isn’t the real fun? Because I have to tell you, I’m having a pretty good time already.” Every few words were punctuated with a deep plunge of his dick. Steady withdraw, followed by a quick thrust. Still for a heartbeat and then he’d repeat the process over and over. Even after she stopped talking.

The pleasure was ramped up but not enough to make her come. He was purposely holding them on that edge. Andy wanted to come desperately, but also, not. Torn between grabbing that bliss that was right there or intensifying it. She focused on the slow, steady motion of his finger.

Methodical circles meant to drive her mad with the promise of gratification that he held hostage.

“Are you going to finally tell me your name, or do I keep this exact pace all night until you go crazy and take me with you?”

Finally? He hadn’t asked before now. Considering they’d only spent less than ten waking moments together, the majority of which with some part of his body inside hers, it wasn’t like they’d had the time to chat.

Maybe he expected her to volunteer it when he’d told her his. That was the only thing that would explain the odd phrasing and emphasis.

“Andrea, but everyone calls me Andy. I would shake your hand, but yours seem a bit full at the moment.” And boy were they. One was still maddeningly circling her clit while the other gripped her hip in a hold that bordered on pain.

His steady rhythm faltered, but he recovered rather quickly. She could ask about that later, right now, she needed to come. “If you don’t handle business soon, Nick, I’ll handle it myself.” She thrust herself back and circled her hips. It was his turn to ride that edge if she had anything to say about it.

The grunts that rumbled up from his chest were sexy as hell. Adding another layer to the total experience.

“Now, where have I heard that before?”

Another odd thing to say.

This was hands down the best sex she’d had to date. But there was a familiarity to it too, and that bothered her. Even in her bliss-soaked brain, that got through. She’d had plenty of no-strings hook-ups, but never had a man been in tune to her needs and Nick seemed to be.

That’s not true.A whispered voice which sounded like hers floated through her mind.

The thought felt false, erroneous, but she knew it wasn’t.

It was like he knew her body. Knew how to touch her, and her body responded as if it knew his touch.

It does.Before she could focus on how ridiculous those whispered words were, Nick demanded her attention. The hand between her legs disappeared and he fisted her hair in a painful grip.

Nick pulled back her head, extending her neck to its maximum flex. “When I’m fucking you, I demand your undivided attention. Get the fuck out of your head or out of my bed. Which one will it be, Andrea?” He growled those words in her ear like a feral animal.

And damn it if that didn’t start her blinding orgasm. He rolled his hips once just as her body tightened around his dick. “That’s what I thought you’d choose.”

Another grind. “Fuck, you feel better than I remember. Hold on. I plan to enjoy every flutter your sweet pussy makes as it milks me dry.”

Punishing. That was the only word to describe the pace the man set. Andy couldn’t catch her breath and her orgasm seemed to go on for days. In reality, she was sure it was seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.

“FUCK!” Nick shouted from behind her as he drove deep and stilled. She felt his cock flexing as he came.

That, and more of those sexy grunts, dragged a few more aftershocks from her exhausted body before her knees collapsed and she was flat on her stomach.

Nick followed her down before rolling over. She turned to study him through the tangles sweat-plastered to her face. He shifted to a sitting position and stood. The flex of his ass with each step was enough to give her a tiny burst of energy. Enough to lift her head, swipe and blow her hair from her eyes and appreciate every single movement. He froze with one foot in front of the other, turning to look at her over his shoulder. His beard couldn’t hide the predatory smile.

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