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I know all about the G spot. I proofread romance—very graphic and explicit romance—for a living. I’ve tried to find it myself on occasion, but I’ve never been able to.

And of course neither of my previous two lovers had a clue.

But Jackson? He knows exactly where it is, and now I know for sure that I have one. Like the heroines in Lily’s books, I’m having a clitoral and vaginal orgasm at the same time.

And oh. My. God.

I’ve never felt this good.

It continues, making me thrash as much as I can with bound wrists. Just when I think it’s ending, Jackson hits the right spot. Finds a way to make me soar higher.

I’m not blindfolded, and I watch him. I stroke his hair with my bound wrists as he eats me.

The sounds—his tongue sliding, his lips slurping—turn me on even more.

When he pulls away, removes his fingers, I’m still on the downward spiral of my orgasm. I finally hit the ground, and he rises, meets my gaze.

“Had enough yet?”

“Not even slightly, sir,” I say.

He smiles then, his lips glistening from me. From my juices.

“Kiss me,” I say. “Kiss me. I want to taste myself on your lips.”

A growl then. A growl like a tiger getting ready to strike. Then his lips—his lips part my own, his tongue twirling with mine.

The tartness. The tartness and musk of my sex.

He breaks the kiss too soon, though. He gulps in a breath. “What are you ready for next, Mandy?”

I know my response by heart now.

“Whatever you want…sir.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Jackson

Whatever you want.

Sir.

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

How is she such a natural?

I flip her over, so her beautiful ass is in front of me once more.

I free my cock quickly and plunge inside her pussy.

All I’ve done so far is cuff her wrists. There’s so much more to show her. So much more I yearn to show her.

But my need is too great.

I have to be inside her, and as I thrust, I only know one thing.