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Hayden sed "Is that supposed to scare me?"

He scrutinized her face a moment "Look at you You’re already scared Afraid of a little pleasure, duchess? Worried you ht actually like my middle-class mouth on you?"

She knew his intentions were to rile her up Spark her te about her rose to the surface And nized the accuracy of his words Maybe she was afraid of pleasure The kind of pleasure Brent ht provide

Her hands went to the he his attention away from her face Very slowly, she slid the tauts She watched as Brent shifted in front of her, hips tilting, chest shuddering When she reached the point where her tights ended and she paused, he made a sound of protest "Show me You want to torturestockings"

Feeling a slight head rush over his fervent request, Hayden dragged the skirt higher and left it bunched around her hips Apart from the rapid movements of his chest, Brent reaze fastened on the tops of her thighs where a crihts She could see his arousal, thick and long, bulging against the zipper of his pants She’d done that to hiain, the heady rush of power made her bold She stroked her hands down his chest, and circled her hips a little to show hiravelly voice startled her "You walk around all day hiding fancy panties behind those expensive clothes, but you never let anyone have a taste of what’s underneath" He ground his teeth together "I think you’re the one who needs to be taught a lesson"

"You think you knohat I need?" She let her fingers brush over the tips of her brsts, shten aze dropped once le, quick shake of his head "You need a good tongue-fucking, duchess"

Breath whooshed froan to shake She’d never been spoken to in such a way and the rawness of it battered her senses The ache between her thighs had turned insistent, dey, the nerves that had built up inside her needed release Now She looked at Brent to find hi for her answer, he slid forward, nearly toppling her off the bench Gasping, she braced her hands on the wall and lifted her hips to accommodate his body as it dropped to the floor He cahs straddling his face--a position so erotic, her breath felt trapped in her throat

"Slide your knees just a little wider, baby," he instructed "Coet your lesson"

What reant command, but the painfully aroused part of her beat it back She needed this Involuntarily, her legs moved wider on the bench When his h the rabbed the back of the bench for support "Oh, God Oh, God"

"Lose the fking panties and I can have you screa how she could take her underwear off without standing and losing the drugging effect of his rowled "Believe me, if you hadn’t cuffed me, I’d do it myself"

After a short pause wherein she wondered if she could do soers around the fragile silk Then she ripped theripped the back of the bench tightly oncelick Then he returned to torture the pulsing bundle of nerves He worried her clitoris between his lips, sucking gently, then tonguing the spot with tight, fast circles On either side of his head, her thighs quivered so violently that the bench shook She could feel a swift release co, but didn’t want the sensations to peak so soon She wanted to savor But when he sank his tongue deep inside her, searching her inner walls for thatit, she iainst hisbody