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  She grinned and cocked her hip. Lowering one hand, she skimmed her fingers over the front of her panties. Zander’s jaw clenched, spellbound by her ministrations. “Neither will I. Can you handle it?”

  “Fuck, yeah, I can.” He grabbed the remote and closed the curtain then shut off the volume. “Another time we might ask to join them. Tonight, I want you all to myself.” He reached for her.

  Swooping low, he caught her mouth with his. Passion swirled around them. Moans filled the room. Raising his head, deep breathing the only sound around them, he laid his forehead against hers. “Your taste makes my dick hard and my heart pound, baby.”

  “Zander,” she moaned and shoved the shirt off his shoulders. Her gaze locked on his as her hands explored his skin, gliding over the ridges and glorious muscles. Hard, manly and sexy, she’d be happy to touch him like this for days and never grow tired of it.

  Undoing her bra, she dropped it to the floor, then inched her fingers over his nipples. He groaned. Tweaking and pinching each bud, she smiled when he surrendered to her touch. Bridget leaned in, her tongue swept one pebble then the other, and she inhaled deep. His woodsy and masculine scent filled her. She trembled.

  She bit at his nipple, nipping the swollen peak. The heady taste of body wash mixed with sweat tasted so good to her, she hoped every part of him had the same unique flavour. Wanting to have her fill of his taste, she rained kisses along his chest, her lips and tongue taking turns as they moved along his neck.

  Fingers digging into her long hair, he hauled her in closer, his breathing deep. “You taste so good,” she whispered in his ear, and bit his lobe between her teeth.

  She grinned, revelling in this man in her arms, making him groan and quake. A euphoria of confidence raced through her. No man had ever surrendered to her like this. Allowed her control and setting the pace. It was splendid and intoxicating.

  Dragging her lips over his shoulder, she worked her way down his chest. His hold on her head tightened as she grasped the button of his jeans, and opened his zipper.

  “Bridget,” he growled, his tone husky with warning.

  “I know, I know. You taste so good,” she mumbled between kisses. “I want to taste all of you.”

  Falling to her knees, she watched him as she lowered his jeans and his hard shaft bobbed out. She purred at the delicacy in front of her, the length and girth so splendid, she couldn’t wait to have him inside her. Fisting his cock, Bridget leaned in and flicked the head with her tongue. Zander hissed through his teeth.

  “I can’t wait to suck on this.” Her palms cupped his cock, caressed his stomach, and savoured the hardness under her fingers. Such a glorious sight he was.

  “I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back with your mouth around me,” he muttered, his fingers tangling in her hair.

  Bridget grinned, knowing he wasn’t going to stop her from finding out. Cupping his balls in one hand and his shaft in the other, she took the long flesh in, her jaw relaxing as it worked over him.

  Taking a deep breath, she inhaled and took all of him. He gasped above her, his arms falling to his sides, fists clenched.

  She eased back, and then quickly took all of him in again. Over and over, she sucked his flesh deep, relishing in the warm, silky taste of him. She nibbled along the length of his shaft as she fondled his sac. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was everything she’d always dreamed of.

  Lifting her eyes upward, she found him watching her, his gaze locked on his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. Potent lust, dark and rich, flared in the depths. Bridget didn’t know how she’d waited so long to experience such a pure and exhilarating moment like this with him.

  Palms cupped her cheeks, his light touch caressing as they hollowed and she sucked him deep, tracing her lips around his cock as she sucked. He rocked his hips, feeding his dick to her. Bridget held herself immobile, her hands on his hips, as he glided in and out of her. He seemed in awe of her, gaze locked on her mouth as he fucked it.

  “You’re so damn hot on your knees. Mouth perfectly rounded as I stuff my dick in you,” Zander rumbled, his fist tight on her jaw. She squeezed his hips, forcing him to move faster. Eyes flaring, her fervor blazed hotter as he moved faster.

  She moaned, exhilarated in this sense of abandon and the complete sexiness of this moment. Giddy and elated, her inner seductress loved it. Zander brought out so much empowerment and luscious emotions from her.

  Opening her mouth wider, he pumped inside her steadily and with ease. He growled and clasped her shoulders. His dick fell from her lips as he pulled her to her feet. Claiming her lips with his own, he feasted on her, growling low when her fingers surrounded and pumped him hard.

  Walking her backward, he pulled hard, tearing the underwear from her. Bridget gasped, shocked, excitement building inside. She back-pedaled until her calves hit something solid, and sat. His lips left hers as he positioned her on the red chaise lounge.

  She always wondered what it would be like to have sex on a piece of furniture like this. Curved and soft, it cupped her body and leveraged her hips at the perfect height for where he stood. The washable microfiber moulded her body, cradling her in comfort and relaxation.

  Zander gazed at her, hungry and devouring, as he pushed her legs back. Spread out in front of him, Bridget sucked in a deep breath. He licked his lips, jaw clenching as he stepped out of his jeans.

  She’d never seen him so ferocious or sexy. This was a man who wanted to claim his woman and she didn’t think she’d be walking out of the room any time soon. She had no argument for it, as she planned to spend as much time worshipping him as possible.

  “I love these new lounging things Hunter brought in,” Zander said. “I’ve heard many of the members discussing how much they love them, and the new positions they’ve found.” He skated his palms along the inside of her spread thighs, teasing her as they moved up and down, closer and closer to her pussy but never touching.

  “I look forward to trying out all the positions imaginable with you.” He leaned over the high end and blew on her open flesh.

  Bridget’s head fell back on the cushion and her breath escaped in a rush. Ticklish and spectacular, the air over her swollen and wet flesh sent a shiver along her spine. Her feet flattened more firmly on the seat, her thighs falling open even further, eager for more.

  Zander chuckled then blew again. She lifted her hips, anxious for more. So thrilling, while agony at the same time. “Zander,” she purred. Raising her arms, she gripped the chaise on either side of her head. “Please,” she murmured.

  “Please what, babe?” He blew again. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

  Her juices flowed as the cool air surrounded her flesh. “It’s so good. Amazing. But I want you inside me.” She breathed deep, her clit swelling and inner muscles throbbing. If he didn’t get inside her soon, she’d have to take control back. Arching her back, her nipples beaded as images of him plunging deep, hard and fast played in her mind.

  “Zander,” she whined, gripping her thighs. She glared at him. “Take me.”

  He grinned and moved to the side, angling himself between her thighs. He winked at her then lowered his head. His lips swept along her pussy, and sucked her clit. Bridget shrieked, delight and electricity coursing through her.

  Elevating her head, she watched Zander love her pussy, leaving no inch untouched. Moist and warm, he had a spectacular technique that she hoped to take advantage of many times over. But she needed him inside her, plunging deep and helping her reach perfect ecstasy.

  His lips surrounded her clit, pulled the nub into his mouth, teeth pinching and teasing. Pleasure washed through her, consuming her. She pulled her legs back, palms holding her thighs higher, bringing her closer to his mouth. He consumed her, licking and slurping her juices. Ecstasy and torture. She needed him so much.

  Zander pulled back. She watched him close his eyes and lick his lips. Opening his eyes, he gazed at her open thighs and hummed. Her heart skipped beats, lo
ving the fact that he seemed so absorbed in her, his face an open book of awe, sensuality and warmth.

  “So pretty,” he crooned. He pushed two fingers into his mouth, wetting them, then withdrew them and rubbed along her clit. Her back bowed. An inferno spread in the wake of his touch. She gasped.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you. You want to be filled here, don’t you?” He punctuated his statement by shoving his fingers inside her. A shriek escaped, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe.

  “Ahh, damn, babe. You’re so full. So swollen and aching to come. Damn, my dick’s so hard.” He thrust his fingers inside, pumping them in and out, burying them in to the hilt and caressing her g-spot.

  Her palms fell from her thighs and clenched the fabric of the chaise. Such vivid and unadulterated pleasure. Nothing had ever come close to this. No man ever made her bones melt or her body vibrate with so much energy before. She never wanted it to end, while at the same time, she desperately needed it to end. And she’d be anxious to do it all over again.

  She groaned as Zander’s fingers fell from her body and he stood. His fist wrapped around his shaft, his gaze dark and worshipping her as it flickered over her body. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. Such passion in his gaze … no one had ever looked at her like that before.

  Raising her arms, she beckoned, “Make love to me.” The hard and furious need inside her craved no-holds-barred sex. But watching him, seeing the truth of his emotions in his eyes, she knew she would be making love to this man. She had to be honest with herself: her life would be forever changed today. She’d dreamed about this for a long time and would never be able to get enough.

  Bridget shifted higher on the seat, allowing him to move in between her thighs. She sent a thank you to the creative gods for inventing such a magnificent piece of furniture that put them close together and angled perfectly for comfort and ease. The many positions they could enjoy that came to mind were endless. And she’d be willing to try out every single one.

  “Your body is a piece of art,” Zander murmured as he pulled a foil packet from his jeans. He opened the foil, and rolled protection over his shaft.

  She didn’t want anything between them. Right now, she needed him.

  Humbled, she reached out and stroked his cheek. “Yours is pretty fantastic too.”

  He smiled then eased the tip of his cock at her opening. “It’d kill me, but … you’re sure about this?”

  Bridget nodded, awed by his consideration and understood that he would stop if she wished. Where had this man come from? She was one lucky woman.

  “More certain about this than anything else. I want you.”

  Chapter Three

  Excitement washed through Bridget as Zander eased inside her. Her channel walls burned and tingled as he eased in. The width of him spread her wider than she’d ever been.

  “Damn, you’re tight. Fucking perfect,” he snarled through clenched teeth. Sparks ignited through her body seeing him as immersed in this as she was.

  With his hands under her knees, holding her legs back, Bridget felt every bit of friction from his cock. She relaxed her vaginal muscles, allowing him to push even further, and bury himself deeper inside her. Her loud groan mingled with his.

  Her eyes never left him as he eased away then shoved inside her again. Their gazes locked as he claimed her and made slow love to her.

  On fire and consumed with the man before her, Bridget lifted her hands and clasped her breasts. Having Zander inside her was so good. Her mind closed to everything but the two of them and the sounds of sex and the light odour of sweat around them.

  Pinching her nipples, the sparks of excitement travelled through her, making her insides quiver. She grinned as the walls of her channel tightened around his cock. His head fell back, a moan pulled from him.

  Tweaking and playing on the swollen peaks, decadence coursed through her, sweeping her away. Relaxing, she let herself go. His focus on her, the passion he shared with her and the way he gazed at her, made her confident and uninhibited.

  “Yeah, touch yourself. You’re so hot like this, laid open for me, touching yourself.”

  She purred, delight snaking through her. “I love your dick inside me, filling me, making my pussy weep. You’re so hard,” she cried out as he plunged deep.

  His eyes lit up, as green as woods overflowing with trees. “Tell me more,” he growled, thrusting steady and harder.

  Bridget smirked, pleased that he enjoyed vocal sex. She loved listening to the club members’ moans and gasps of ecstasy through the speakers whenever she had the chance. “My body’s blazing hot. Nipples are so hard. Mmm, yes, fuck me. Hard.”

  He moaned, picking up speed. Joy washed through her.

  “Faster. Please, Zander. I want you. So much,” she begged, not above expressing her need.

  A shriek escaped her as his hands cupped her ass, lifting her higher, and freeing him to move faster. He cantered strong and powerful, his dick pounding her wet pussy, hard and rough.

  “Yes. Oh my God, yes. That’s it. More,” Bridget cried, her arms gripping the end of the chaise. She lifted her hips, welcoming him.

  Their slick bodies moved in harmony, their gasps filling the room. Lost in the tumultuous and exquisite delight taking over her, she savoured him inside her.

  “I’ve never loved fucking someone so much in my life. You were made for my dick. So sweet, so wet and those muscles hold me so tight,” Zander whispered, joy in his eyes.

  “Zander,” she sighed, fists clenched, her body bowed. “God.”

  “I know, babe, I know.” He shifted higher onto his knees, seating deeper inside. He touched every nerve within her walls, hitting her g-spot so powerfully, she considered staying there forever.

  Release rushed toward her. Her fingers tingled and her nipples tightened. Her juices flowed and eased from her.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet. Damn. I can’t wait for you to spray all over my dick,” Zander snarled, thrusting harder.

  His words catapulted her off the edge. A scream tore through Bridget as she fell, ecstasy tearing from her, pulling her into darkness.

  From far away she heard an agonized shout, as the warmth of his cum filled her. Another orgasm tore through her. The world spun, leaving her with no center of gravity and light headed.

  When it seemed like pins poked her skin, Bridget returned to earth and her eyes opened, her body relaxed and languid. Breathing heavy, she peeked at Zander, his torso brushing hers as he held himself on his arms above her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him on top of her, cradling him against her body.

  His heavy gusts of breath matched hers and warmed her neck as he rested.

  Her palms massaged over his moist back, captivated with the contour of muscle beneath. His now flaccid penis began to slide from her, the cooling wetness of their mixed juices making her shiver.

  Zander’s head lifted, peering at her, his eyes a warm green. His face relaxed, the lines of his mouth shifted into a smile.

  He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, and relaxed on his elbows positioned on each side of her head. “Hey there,” he muttered.

  Bridget almost laughed at the casual comment but was too relaxed. She giggled. “Hey back. And here I thought there might be a bit of awkwardness.”

  He shook his head, his fingers tracing her cheek. “Nah. We’ve been friends too long. Hell, I’ve come onto you more times than I ever have with any woman. Usually once not reciprocated, I don’t like to be a pest about it,” he grinned.

  She rolled her eyes, arms wrapped around his back, comfortable and content. “It’s not like I didn’t flirt back. We’re sticklers for morals and all that I guess.”

  He chuckled. “Maybe. But Hunter’s been there for both of us. Who are we to break his rules now that you’re no longer employed here?” He kissed her nose. “I plan to make up for lost time. Every possible second of every single day that I can.”

  Happy, she laughed out loud. He lowered, his mou
th meeting hers, swallowing the last of her humour as his tongue swept in. Her body smoldered all over again.

  Bridget panted, spirals of arousal filtering through her. Oh, how he got the bonfire inside her from zero to eighty degrees so fast.

  He laid his forehead against hers. “What you do to me.”

  “I can say the same. You know, we’re probably the last two here.”

  Zander lifted his head. “Probably. But we’ve been the last two to leave many times before.”

  She shrugged. “Sure, but not like this.”

  His fingers trailed along her arm. “Are you complaining?”

  “Not at all, but maybe we should go to my place? Continue this there?”

  He smirked. “I say we stay right here. We’re closed tomorrow. The cleaning crew will be in later than normal tomorrow because of a staff shortage, right? We have the rest of the night to ourselves.” His gaze swept the room. “I’d imagine we can find lots to occupy us in here.”

  Bridget smiled, liking his train of thought. The room was by far the most, well-stocked place for adult toys and titillating choices of erotic play than anywhere she’d ever heard of.

  “Sounds naughty and decadent,” she murmured, her fingers sliding over his spine and tightening in his unruly hair.

  His teeth nipped her shoulder. “One night will never be enough with you. I hope you know I want more than just tonight.”

  Her heart pounded, and adrenaline rushed through her at his words and his hot mouth sliding across her neck. His hardening bulge rubbed against her pussy. “No,” she agreed. “One night won’t be enough. I’ll need many, many nights like this before I’m through with you.”

  He latched his lips around her right breast. She arched off the lounge, his mouth hollowing out as he suckled her. Her pussy rekindled hot and her hold on him tightened.

  Awash in gratification, her hand shifted between them and fisted around his hard-on. He groaned around the bounty in his mouth, and her fingers squeezed.