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    Jack trembled and shivered even as he sucked in a gasping breath, struggling to keep his control. “I’m going to come again.”
    She muttered something, the words incoherent with her lips wrapped around his cock
    “Meg. Can you hear me?” he gasped.
    She moaned something again. Caught up in the moment, it appeared she wasn’t about to stop.
    He knew her likes and dislikes well enough. He’d come in her mouth before, but it hadn’t happened often, for she wasn’t altogether thrilled at the prospect. He tried to pull her away, but her mouth refused to release him. Her hands held his hips in place.
    She moved one hand between his legs behind his balls and suddenly pushed her finger up his ass. She wiggled it and with her movement the first helpless gush of cum ejected.
    “Meg,” Jack cried out, his heart about to burst. He was powerless to resist as she moved her finger and another spurt filled her mouth and then another and another. He heard her choke. And then her long deep sigh when his spasms eased.
    “Oh, my God, Meg,” he gasped again unable to believe the racking waves of pleasure she had brought him. “You are the most wonderful woman.”
    He pulled her up the length of him and tasted himself as his tongue delved deep into her luscious mouth.
    “This wonderful woman needs to go to the bathroom,” she darted from the bed.
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    She stood before the sink scrubbing her teeth and tongue, rinsing her mouth clean again, while Jack added hot water to the tub and slid into the reasonably warm water. “God, Jack, can’t you do something about the taste? I mean why couldn’t it taste like mint?”
    Jack grinned.
    She washed her face and buried it into a soft towel as she muttered, “Perhaps if you ate mints all the time it might.” She gave a startled shriek when his arm snaked out and suddenly dragged her into the tub, cushioning her against his body and dunking her under the water.
    She came up sputtering and deposited a stinging slap to his shoulder. “Beast! Is that the thanks I get?”
    He laughed when she tried to glare with one eye, the other hidden beneath a clump of wet hair. “I love you. You’re the most luscious piece of ass, and I’m never going to let you go.”
    She sighed and fell against his chest. “While you, on the other hand, are the most aggravating, outrageous, and gorgeous hunk of man I’ve ever known.”
    “Finally,” he breathed. “If compliments were fattening, I’d be as skinny as a stick.”
    “You’re the last man who needs compliments. You know you’re hot.” She sighed. “And now I have to wash my hair.”
    “Since I’m so hot, I could wash it for you.”
    Meg grinned. “I never said you were that hot.”
    “Witch.” He slid both of them under the water again.
    Later, he was sitting naked on the toilet while she, with a towel wrapped around her, sat on a short stool and he blew her hair dry.
    Once he was finished, Meg suggested with a definite leer, “You know we’ve never done it on the toilet. What do you think would happen if I sat on your lap?”
    “I think we can find a few places more comfortable than porcelain. Let’s go to bed.”
    Seconds later, they lay cuddled together and he asked, “So, what did you think of the game? Did you like it?”
    “You might say I liked it. “
    He murmured a low sound of agreement. “I might say you loved it, still you hit me anyway.”
    “Isn’t that part of the game?”
    He hugged her tightly against him. “You little wretch,” he said to her laughter. “Just for that, I think I’ll make you come again.”
    “Oh suh, never that,” she said in her best Scarlett O’Hara impression, even as she added a wicked grin The back of her hand against her forehead, she moaned dramatically, “I’m sure I couldn’t ever.”
    “What’s the record?”
    “I haven’t a clue what you mean,” she said while examining a fingernail in the dark.
    “For you coming. How many times in one night?”
    She glared at