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"Yes."

"If it's too much, tell me. I can skip straight to making you come."

"No, I want it all. Please, Nick."

He pushes one knee between my thighs. "Spread your legs for me."

I can't resist anything he wants me to do, and besides, I essentially begged him to do this. So I spread my legs.

Nick kneels between my feet, lowers himself until he's held up by one hand on the bed, and aims those baby blues right at me. For a moment, we just look at each other. I swear I feel erotic energy sizzling between us—or maybe that's my sex burning for him. His erection dangles between our bodies, and a single drop of moisture falls off it to land on my belly.

He rocks his hips forward to glide his length into me all the way, only to pull out and thrust into me again. A look of intense concentration tightens his features as he pulls out and grasps his cock with one hand, rocking forward to push the head of his erection into my clitoris.

A jolt of pleasure explodes inside me. I fist my hands in the pillow so hard my fingers ache and let out a sharp, desperate sound.

He bumps his cock into my clit again and again in rhythmic movements that shoot pleasure through me from my aching nub straight into my sex. My breaths become gasps that burst out of me in time with his movements.

Suddenly, he swipes his dick down my cleft, then rubs it side to side as he drags it back up. His head collides with my clit, but he doesn't stop there. He scrapes his crown along my cleft again and slides it back up in that zigzagging motion until he bumps into my nub. He keeps doing that, over and over until I'm thrashing and gasping and pounding my fists on the mattress.

He pulls away, only for a second, then rubs his cock up and down the length of my cleft in swift but measured strokes.

My entire body freezes up, my mouth falls open, and I can't breathe anymore. My ears start to ring, but just when I think I'll pass out from how incredible this feels, an orgasm rocks me from head to toe. My legs fold up, my back flattens into the mattress, and my head snaps forward as a cry is wrenched from my throat. My inner muscles clench at nothing, but I keep coming until I can't take it any longer.

I collapse, breathing so hard I can't speak.

Nick is breathing hard too. His face is cinched up in the most erotic expression of unquenched lust that I've ever seen. He's never looked hotter.

He swipes a hand up his face, into his hair. "Need to—I can't—Now."

I love that he wants me so much he can't form complete sentences, but I can't stand for him to wait one second longer. "Do it, Nick, now. Take me any way you need to."

Chapter Twenty-Three

Nick

Gazing down at Siobhan, at her naked and oil-slicked body, I can't remember any of the things I wanted to do with her tonight. All my brain can do is command me to fuck her. Or maybe that's my dick telling me that. Either way, I need to do it. But I can't seem to move a muscle, not even to blink, so my eyes are burning and my cock is throbbing.

"Is something wrong?" she asks.

Since I doubt I can manage to do anything except grunt, I shake my head to let her know there's nothing wrong with me. Sure, I'm paralyzed. But I'm not having a stroke. I just can't believe what I've done with Siobhan. An erotic massage? I swore I'd never give any woman the sort of "special" massage Georgina Prescott told everyone I offer—for a fee. But doing this for Siobhan isn't about money, or even about my skills as a massage therapist. It's about her. This is all for her.

The woman beneath me rises to her knees and crawls closer. She skates her palms up and down my chest. "I think you need a minute, hmm? Lie down and let me relax you."

"I can't—That—"

She lays two fingers on my lips. "Hush, Nick. Don't you trust me?"

Nodding is the only response I can give her.

"Then lie down on your back." She moves to the side, waving toward the mattress. "Let me give you something special too."

Since I seem to have gone mute, I see no point in kneeling here like a moron. I lie down on the bed. If she means to give me a "special" massage, I might just have a stroke after all. But as I gaze up at her, drinking in every curve and swell on her glistening body, I know I want her to do that to me. I don't care if she makes me come so hard I die of a heart attack. I'll be the happiest bloke in heaven.

Never in my life have I delayed my own orgasm to make a woman happy. With Siobhan, I don't want to rush any part of this. Even if she kills me in the process.

She grabs the bottle and rubs some of the vanilla oil onto her palms.

Fuck, just watching her do that has me fighting the intense urge to fist my hand around my cock and finish myself off. When her hands settle on my shoulders, I suck in a ragged breath. She rubs her palms all over my chest until the oil shimmers on my skin, then she kneads my muscles with her thumbs. I want to flip us over and slam into her, but I also don't want to do that. She's so beautiful, with her hair falling around her face and the oil giving her skin a sensual sheen. Instead of grasping her, I grip the headboard.