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Flinging her hair over her shoulder she looked back at hi any loould be akin to dancing with the devil “What do I get for conceding?”

“Everything” Even with his glasses still on, it was impossible to miss the cocky assurance in his eyes

Her pulse went into overdrive, responding to his confidence, his control “Big promises”

“I always deliver” Another deliberate turn around her clit

The urge to close her eyes, sink into the bed, and let wave after wave of sensation flow over her beckoned like a promise She would drown or she would float—either option would be better than this blissful hell But she couldn’t It just wasn’t in her to give in—not easily and definitely not in the otiation

It took pulling fro as th in her voice as she could ood faith to show you’re sincere shouldn’t be a problem”

The corners of his lips curled into a sexy s the them on top of the nearby dresser “What do you have in mind?”

“Make e he couldn’t resist

“It’s not nice to doubt a lover,” he said, hooking his arh in the air while her knees were pressed against the mattress so she was completely open and exposed to his view

Looking over her shoulder, she noted that he didn’t look offended He looked turned on, hungry—her gaze dipped lower—hard and ready A shiver of want started with her core clenching and worked its way up her spine

“Who said I did?”

His free hand ca between her legs “Challenge accepted”

There was no tease this time No soft, barely-there touches He was as sure and co else His fingers filled her, sliding in and out, as he worked his thu around the bundle of nerves that had become the center of her universe Every rotation of her hips Every turn of his wrist as he played with her Every silent touch that screamed with pleasure Her flesh was so wet, so ready for hiainst hers set off waves of sensation so intense she pressed her face into the bedding toThe tingling started in her thighs, spreading outward in ht speed Her entire body contracted as she ca into the sheets

Blood thundering in her ears, she took a deep breath and sighed as the world fell back into place The only thing holding her up was Sawyer’s arht at thatback at him, she couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle The cocky bastard was rolling on a condo at her as if he’d just painted the Mona Lisa, built the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and paddled a one-ible—and he’d kept his end of the bargain Now she had to keep hers

“I concede”