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here, where you’re juicy and
wet for me.” With that bold statement he cupped her firmly over the costume.
    A mewl tore from her throat, eyes
rolling to the back of her head. “Ryon!”
    He sucked in a sharp breath. “What did
you say?”
    Her throat was so dry she couldn’t
repeat it again, could only arch into his hand. That was the final straw for
him.
    With a growl, Ryon deftly slipped his
fingers inside her costume and cupped her sex. Skin to skin.
    “So wet,” he said, sounding delirious
and not at all like himself.
    He claimed her mouth in a wild kiss. His
tongue sliding deep, she tasted him and all his erotic heat. She matched him
beat for beat while his fingers danced between her legs, plucking and petting
her sex. He circled her sensitive bud, the touch scattering and feather-light
before pressing near her entrance. He broke apart to growl against her lips,
“I’m going to be buried deep inside you. Soon . I don’t want to wait.”
    His bold statement was punctuated by a
feverish kiss as he circled her bud again. Penelope stood on her toes and swung
her arms over Ryon’s neck to hold on for dear life. She felt completely
exposed; his touch was so simple; it shouldn’t excite her so much, yet it did.
    “I want you to say my name when you
come.”
    In her mind she refused to agree. No way
would she give him the satisfaction. If he could even make her come.
    But then his touch grew intent and with
his hard cock a reminder at her backside—Penelope came apart, ripped asunder.
    Her husky cries called out into the dark
night. Her core exploded at the pinnacle; the power of the peak took her by
surprise, sweeping brusquely through her in undulating waves.
Hot, wet bursts released inside her energy passing through her at his
commanding touch.
    Ryon stroked her like a perfectly tuned
guitar, his teeth sinking into her neck. He was claiming her in his own way,
marking her with his dominance as she came.
    After the hardest shivers died down, he
caressed her sex like he might caress a kitty cat. The deep satisfied sounds
coming from his throat nearly made her swoon. The power he could wield over her
was too strong. He could devastate her.
    “You didn’t say it,” he remarked.
    She couldn’t even open her eyes yet.
“Say what?”
    “My name, if you’ll recall.” Oh, that.
Luckily, he didn’t sound like he cared much.
    “I didn’t,” she agreed.
    He chuckled against her neck.
    “Is that laughter I hear?” That sound
opened her eyes and she turned around to see a smile faltering from his face.
    “I do laugh on occasion, Pen.”
    It was hard looking at him. Hunger was
written across his face in his low-lidded, sexy expression. His erection tented
his pants with pent-up, virile desire. Penelope licked her lips before meeting
his gaze again.
    Ryon looked like he knew exactly what
she’d been thinking. He was studying her nipples when he added huskily, “I do
take repayments. I’ve always wondered what your mouth would feel like on my
cock.”
    She sucked in a sharp breath. He’d never
dared to speak to her in such a way before. The words didn’t shock her. It was who spoke such words that did surprise her. He normally had such a prudish
mouth.
    Invariably her gaze dropped to his
waistband. She had been teasing him tonight. He did make her orgasm
which was quite wonderful. Her muscles felt loose and relaxed now like she’d
just finished a long rub.
    Maybe she should return the favor…
    Penelope cupped his cheeks and pulled
him down for a lasting kiss. She ran her hand down his chest. Mounds of hard
muscles rippled over his abdomen. The skin at his hips was tight and firm, the
color tanned and perfect. Such a fine specimen of man. She lifted his shirt up
to reveal his stomach. The muscles bunched and rolled under her inquisitive
gaze.
    “What are you doing?” he asked gruffly.
Hearing him sound unsure brought a wicked smile to her lips.
    “I thought you wanted me to suck on your
cock?” asked the