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“I’ll buy you more,” he growled, and she had no idea what he meant.
Until he tore her panties off her.
And she couldn’t help but gasp at that. She even rocked forward with the jolt of it, up on her toes.
Dylan’s hands moved around to grip her ass. As if he owned it. And her. Then he pulled her forward, straight on to his mouth.
He didn’t seem to care what she did with herself. Where she put her hands or how she was propped up against the secretary. He dipped his shoulder so that one of her legs fell over his back, and his hands gripped her, holding her right where he wanted her.
And he ate at her as if she was a ripe fruit, and he didn’t give a shit if she ran all over his face.
She tried to brace herself against the secretary behind her, but he was too intense. His tongue, his teeth, that jaw.
It was like he was truly feasting on her. Eating his fill, and so wholly focused on the task, so deeply unconcerned with her reaction, that she felt herself...unravel. Or let go, at last.
She dug her hands in his thick, dark hair, and stopped trying to anticipate which way he would rock his head, or angle that chin.
And all the while, he licked into her. He scraped at her gently, and then not so gently, too.
And it was his intensity that rocked her. His total focus, and his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, kneading gently from time to time to increase the sensation.
Jenny didn’t have to do a thing. Dylan wasn’t checking to see what her reaction was. He’d told her he wanted this, and he was taking it, and she believed that he truly didn’t care about anything but pleasing himself. He was hungry, she was his appetizer—
And that was what threw her over the edge.
She’d had orgasms before. Some quite delightful ones, she would have said. By her own hand, with a partner—they’d been sweet little finishes, like a cherry on top.
But this was nothing like that.
This was a gut punch.
This was a seismic event.
She felt everything in her seize, and this had nothing to do withcherries, and she was shaking everywhere, inside and out, and a noise was coming out of her throat that scraped.
And she heard a deep, male rumble, that she knew—though she’d never heard anything like it before—was the sound of his pleasure. His satisfaction.
That made her come even harder.
And he didn’t stop.
He kept going. He sucked her clit into his mouth, making her arch and sob, and she couldn’t get her head around the fact it wasDylan.
Or what her body was even doing. She thought her eyes were closed, though she couldn’t tell for sure, and there was moisture leaking out of them. And she could hear the sounds he made, and the sounds he made her pussy make.
And everything was bright red, muscular and physical, and she was too hot. But she couldn’t seem to stop the noises she was making, or the way she lifted her hips toward him. Because she wanted more. Because she couldn’t think. Because she didn’t know what was happening to her, how she was expected to survive this.
Dylan was eating her alive. He was devouring her.
He’d tripped off a series of explosions, and they didn’t stop.Shecouldn’t stop. One led into the next, and everything was wet, hot and just this side of painful. All the places he wasn’t touching hurt, too. And the hurt was an ache, and it bled straight down into the center of her, hurtling its way through her and into her clit, and he knew it.
Oh, yes, he knew it.
Because he teased her. And he took her. And he consumed her with that voracious mouth of his, making a mockery of her belief that this was something she didn’t like. Because this wasn’t aboutlike,it was aboutneed—
And she came so hard again then that she saw stars, but she couldn’t make any more noise. Because everything was too bright and searing. And it was all shattered to pieces.
Jenny was only vaguely aware of him moving, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh, and then leaning her back against the secretary she’d forgotten was even there.
