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"I'm going to die," she whispers. "I think I'm actually going to die."

I chuckle, making sure my breath brushes over her most sensitive parts. "Not a bad way to go, no? On a kitchen counter, with a beautiful sunset in the background, and an exceptionally handsome man between your legs."

"Your ego is as big as..." she says, then gasps as I thrust my fingers deep.

"As what?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

She just shakes her head. "No. I'm not feeding that monster anymore."

I grin. "Clever girl."

She is so much fun. So responsive, so witty, so full of fire. I've been with plenty of beautiful women before. I've been with fun women, witty women, fiery women. But I've never been with a woman who is all of them at once.

And for the first time in a very long time, I'm not just having fun. I'm not just seeking pleasure.

I'm connecting.

The thought is so unexpected, it throws me off my rhythm. My hand falters.

She senses it right away. Obviously.

"What's wrong?" she pants.

"Nothing," I lie. "Everything's perfect." At least that wasn't a lie.

But she's not buying it. She pushes up on her elbows, her green eyes searching mine.

Then a small smile plays on her lips. "Now who's thinking too much?"

I blink. "Am I?"

"From one over-thinker to another, yes."

She's right. She's absolutely right.

This is what I do. I analyze. I strategize. I plan. I look for the angles, the weaknesses, the opportunities. It's what made me successful in business.

But I've never had that problem in bed before. It's always been easy there.

That's what I need to get back to.

I shake my head, a slow smile spreading across my face. "You're trouble, you know that?"

She shakes her head. "Nuh-uh."

"Oh yeah," I say, a teasing warning in my tone. "I think it's time you learned a little lesson."

A laugh escapes her. "No way. Not a chance."

I nod. "Oh yeah. It's time you learned what happens to naughty little teases."

Her eyes widen, and she opens her mouth to say something, but I don't give her the chance. I wrestle her back down to the counter. Her scream of laughter turns into a cry when I bury my face back between her legs.

But this is different. There's no more teasing, no more playing. I am a man on a mission. My focus is singular. My only goal is her pleasure.

I take her clit into my mouth and suck hard. At the same time, I thrust my fingers deep, curling them just so, finding that spot that makes her lose all control.

I don't let up. I don't slow down. I don't give her a chance to breathe, to think, to do anything but feel.