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She growls my name. “Scotch…”
With a few deep thrusts of my tongue in just the right spot, I quickly make her forget any complaint about me using the nickname the team gave her.
The next time she speaks, it’s to tell me how good my mouth feels on her. She moans as her short nails dig into my scalp. “Oh, I could come like that.”
“How about like this?” I slip a finger, then a second into her wet heat and curl against her g-spot.
“Scotch. Scotch!” she whispers hoarsely, “I might scream.”
I laugh. “You didn’t need to tell me that you were a screamer. I knew that already.”
She twists against me as she soaks my hand.
“Don’t make me embarrass us.”
“Honey, nothing you can do will embarrass me. Fuck. I mean, every man loves making a woman scream when she comes.”
“Andre—”
“He knows the deal.”
I rise to stand in front of her, pulling her against me, pressing my steel-hard erection against her stomach, all while keeping my fingers buried in her deliciously wet core. “I’ve got the antidote. Scream away.”
Our mouths crash together. Thrusting my tongue, I match the rhythm of my fingers. Hungrily devouring the delicious sweetness between her parted lips.
Her tongue dances with mine, she rides my hand, as I push her recklessly toward climax. I nearly lose my ever-loving mind. This is madness.
I shouldn’t want her. But want is long since gone. Hell, I need her.
And I have no idea how I’m going to fit inside her sweet little pussy because she’s so tight. But damn if I’m not going to try.
Simona’s slender back suddenly stiffens. A powerful wave of contractions clench around my fingers. I press harder against her g-spot, as I drive my tongue and fingers deeper into her.
A song of whimpers rises from her throat. And every one of them turns up the heat. Ratchets my blood to a boiling, dangerous cocktail of testosterone and possessiveness.
Fuck. Yes.
Then she comes.
And like everything about Simona, it’s explosive.
Oh, she is a screamer. But I capture it and swallow it down.
Wrapping my arm tightly around her waist, I stop her from bucking herself totally out of my grip.
She pants against me as her body trembles from the intense climax. The hair along her temple is damp when I press my lips there. “That was hot as hell, firecracker.”
She laughs, hoarsely. “Did you learn that in medical school?”
“Not in class.”
Rubbing my hand over her hair, I lean down to meet her eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Lord, no. Do I look like I’m in pain? That was unreal.”
I catch her lips with mine again. Her kiss is hungry, but I slow us down. When I pull back, I say five words that hurt like my hand is being crushed in a vice. “I think we should stop.”
Her eyes fly wide. “What? Are you crazy?”
