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I swear I hear them creak under the tension.

He leans forward and brushes his mouth against my inner upper thigh, and a low moan gurgles in the back of my throat. It’s loud, though, in the cloistered air of the elevator, louder again as he repeats the caress on the other side. His breath is hot on my leg as he nuzzles closer and closer to where I need him most.

A hand slides onto my right ankle, and I startle at the unexpectedness. My pulse spikes, but he just urges my leg up and over his shoulder, baring me fully to his view. And he looks fully. I’m the most exposed I’ve ever been to a man’s gaze, and I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

He flicks his gaze up. ‘I usually like to take my time when I eat, but I’m in the mood for some fast food right now.’ He brings those sexy, wicked lips so close to my own slick, swollen ones, I swear they quiver beneath the fan of his breath. Our gazes mesh. ‘You might want to hold on to that railing, Doc.’

He’s on me then, his mouth opening over me, and I gasp and writhe as his tongue immediately hits the target, as relentless as his fingers had been. My supporting leg threatens to buckle, andI grab for the railing at the same time his hand grips the thigh to shore me up.

I twist my other hand in his hair as our gazes lock tight, and he watches my face as his tongue flays me relentlessly. He watches the way I gasp and pant and the way my breasts sway and bounce and the way my face moves. The way it twists and contorts with the pleasure ripping right through my middle.

My hips start to rock of their own accord, and my hand flattens against the back of his head, holding him there, right there where his tongue is hitting just the right spot. His hand finds my ass, clamping tight so he can keep hitting the spot, and all the time we stare into each other’s eyes, and the look in his steals my breath.

He’s loving it. He’s loving every second.

Maybe it’s that look. Maybe it’s his technique. Or maybe it’s because I’ve already come once and my body knows the way. Most likely it’s because a guy I barely know except to yell at and hate on is performing cunnilingus on me in a broken-down elevator in the middle of a blizzard.

Whatever it is, it’s working. I’m his burger and fries to go. And I’m ready to go.

I break, crying out loud. A powerful contraction slams into me and the blizzard is back. It roars through my pelvis like an electrical current, and I cry out. His hand clamps harder, his tongue works faster. Another follows and another until they’re ripping through my body as hot and hard and heavy as the breath sawing in and out of my lungs.

The desire to throw back my head, to arch my back, rides my spine like a demon, but I can’t tear my gaze from his. I don’t want to look away from him. Look away from him watching me. Look away from him watching me from between my legs as the orgasm he’s giving me owns my ass.

So I don’t. I ignore the urge to shut my eyes and stay with him until the very end. Stay with him until the orgasm has faded and his tongue is swiping long and slow against my quivering flesh, and my legs really do give out, and he chuckles softly against my thighs as he eases me down beside him.

4

DANNY

She doesn’t go straight to sleep this time, and neither do I. My heart is practically punching out of my chest as we lie on the floor and recoup. I may have been giving, not receiving, but tonguing Holly to orgasm and holding her through it was intense. And the expression on her face as she came – full of the wonder of it – makes me feel like king of the fucking world.

I want to savour it.

The way I’m savouring the sweet, musky taste of her on my lips and the aroma of her arousal, still thick and intoxicating in my nostrils. This woman is like no woman I’ve ever met. She’s barely been civil to me the past few weeks, despite the lust that lurks in her eyes every time we cross paths, and now here she is, naked and sated beside me.

She let me in; she gave herself over to me.

My cock is hard and my balls ache from sexual denial, but my heart is full, and I’ve never felt so satisfied. I feel like I’ve been given a gift. I feel like I could deny myself forever if it means I can pleasure Holly Vincent for the rest of my life. I don’t even have to think about it to know it’d be worth the agony.

Already I want to touch her again. Go again.

But I can tell from the tension vibrating off her she’s not lying there enjoying the buzz. I can practically hear her thinking. I smile at the ceiling. ‘Breathe, Doc. Everything’s fine.’ Everything is more than fine, as far as I’m concerned. It’s fucking awesome.

‘I’m breathing.’

I laugh at her choked reply. If someone came into her ER with her respiratory state, she’d probably put oxygen on them. I roll my head to the side to inspect her profile. Her gaze is fixed on the ceiling.

‘Now you’re freaking out, right?’

Her mouth purses, and she doesn’t say anything for a beat or two as she slowly fills her lungs and blows the air out in a slow, steady stream.

‘Why on earth would I be freaking out?’ she says, her breathing obviously not bad enough to inhibit sarcasm. ‘I’ve only let a guy I barely know put his hands down my pants and then let him go down on me.’

I chuckle as her voice goes all high and breathy again. I plan to do a lot more than that, but I wisely keep it to myself. ‘I take it this is outside your usual behaviour.’

She rolls her head to fix me with a look, and I like how close our mouths are and the warmth of her shoulder as it presses into mine. I grin as she pulls out that haughty looking-down-the-nose thing she’s perfected. I wonder if she knows she does it?

‘You take it right.’