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  He sat up, pulling her up with him. He grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it quickly over her head. When he saw a purple satin bra holding her breasts, barely concealing her erect nipples, he groaned a little louder.

  "God, you're sexy, Gia. You cannot imagine how hard it was for me to walk away from you last night."

  He trailed one finger gently across her breast, just above the line of satin that was tormenting him. He let one finger dip under the fabric, gently brushing her nipple, teasing the point. He watched as goose bumps broke out across her skin, her nipples pebbling and straining against the fabric.

  "Josh..."

  Her voice was breathy, telling him all he needed to know. She was already very aroused.

  "Let's get those jeans off you, Gia. I'll be damned if we're going to do this fully dressed again."

  He pulled the button and tugged down her zipper. She helped, kicking off her shoes and shimmying out of the jeans as soon as they were undone. He bit back another groan as he saw the barely there purple satin panties she was wearing.

  He needed to see the back of them. He spun her around, pushing her forward onto the mattress this time. When he saw her ass, completely exposed with a tiny purple string going right up the middle, he couldn't resist bending down to lick and taste the exposed flesh.

  Her ass was a thing of beauty. Round and firm, with just enough softness to give it a nice jiggle. He would love to see her walking around completely naked, just to watch all her girly parts wiggle so nicely. Or to see her ass shake as she was bouncing up and down on his cock.

  That thought had him giving her a little slap, just to see that shake he was dreaming of. When she cried out, he thought he might have hurt her, and leaned over to kiss the cheek he'd just spanked. As he got closer, he could smell her arousal, the scent coming up to tease his nostrils.

  His dick jumped again. Had she enjoyed that?

  "Did you like that, Gia? Did you like the feel of my hand smacking your ass?"

  She moaned, but said nothing, wiggling her hips against the bed.

  "Answer me. Would you enjoy me spanking you?" He ran his hand along the crease of her ass, moving down until he found the undeniable proof of her desire dampening her panties. "You're so damned wet. Is that all for me, or because you're imagining another good swat?" This time, when she didn't say anything, he stopped moving his fingers. "Tell me or I will stop."

  "Yes... you asshole. I liked it. A lot, okay?"

  He smiled.

  "That's good, baby. I'm glad you like a little kink. We'll have to explore that more another day. For right now..."

  He roughly pulled her underwear aside, thrusting his finger inside her only to find her wet and ready. Fuck... he needed to be inside that heat.

  She cried out, thrusting her hips back toward him, meeting his hand. He could feel her muscles already starting to tighten around his finger so he pulled out, adding another finger, and then another.

  He thrust all three fingers once, twice, on the third push she broke apart, screaming her pleasure into her bed.

  Josh couldn't help but smile as he rolled her over, leaning in to kiss her cheeks, then her neck. As he lined up their lips, he looked into her eyes. "One down... nine to go."

  Chapter 17

  As Josh kissed her senseless, she was still trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. She had just had an orgasm, a massive orgasm, from a couple of kisses and a little smack. Sure, the fingers shoving into her had probably helped, but still. That was way too fast.

  She had to stop responding to him like this or he was going to manage ten orgasms tonight, never mind two days. Hell, she was still wearing her underwear for God's sake.

  When Josh let go of her lips, bending and kissing her neck, her collarbone, and moving his way down to her breasts, Gia couldn't stop the sigh that escaped her. Maybe she should just go with this. Maybe if she quit fighting her body, she could just burn him out of her system. Kind of like a fever fights off a cold. Seriously, nothing could burn this hot for long, right?

  So she let go. She quit trying to play it cool and decided to simply take what he was offering. Take what she wanted so badly.

  When his hands reached behind her to try and unhook her bra, she leaned to the side to give him better access. When he had it loose, she pulled it off her arms tossing it somewhere across the room.

  She wanted to feel his chest pressing into her bare breasts again. Skin to skin. Heat to heat.

  "You're still dressed."

  He smiled. "Nice of you to notice."

  She knew she was pouting, could feel her face settling into the frown. "Why don't you get undressed?"

  Now he laughed, the little smirk she loved settling in to a huge grin. "I'm not entirely sure that's a good idea. I'm going to have a... hard... enough time keeping to the rules as it is."

  Now she scowled, her brow furrowing to match the frown. "But I want to touch your body. At least take off the shirt, and the shoes... and the pants."

  Another laugh. But at least he stood and removed the shirt and the shoes.

  "That will have to suffice, baby."

  That was the second time he'd called her baby. She found that she liked it, at least coming from him. She looked over his chest, surprised once again by just how incredible he was. "You know, for a thirty year old lawyer, you still have a damn fine body."

  "Why, thank you, ma'am. And may I say, your body is a sight more than damn fine. It's so fine, in fact, that I am going to spend the next several hours enjoying every single inch of it. Starting right here."

  He pushed her backwards again, following her body with his. As she bounced from the impact, she heard him groan, just before his lips closed firmly over her right nipple. No gentle nibbles or licks. No, he just latched on and suckled, hard and deep, pulling an answering groan from her.

  The wonderful heat of his mouth set off a tingle that shot straight through her abdomen and into her core. Her already wet core leaked out even more fluid, the still tingling tissue ready and waiting for more stimulation.

  Gia ran her hands through Josh's hair, letting her fingers dig into his scalp, her hands fist and even pull a little. She didn't know if she was trying to pull him away, or make sure he stayed put.

  When he released her breast and let out a purely masculine chuckle, she'd had enough of this waiting around for an orgasm crap. After all, she had decided to just relax and enjoy this.

  She lifted her hips, tossing him off her, then continued in her roll until he was on his back and she was lying on top. She knew she'd only managed it because she had surprised him, but she reveled in the small victory anyway.

  "What are you doing, Gia? I thought this was about you..."

  She shut him up by kissing him, rubbing from side to side to feel her tight peaks brushing across the coarse hair on his chest. He wasn't particularly hairy, just enough to cause a little friction which felt amazing. Amazing enough to bring an answering pulse between her legs.

  His erection was pressed right against her core. The heat was tangible even through his jeans, and her satin panties did little to act as a barrier. She could feel his stiff length teasing her clit, bringing the little bundle of nerves to even greater attention.

  So she rubbed there too, twisting her hips, grinding against him. Riding his cock as if he were buried inside her.

  When Josh's hands landed hard on her bare ass, pulling her against him even more tightly, she moaned into his mouth.

  He thrust against her, those hot hands gripping her cheeks, pulling her up and down as she continued her twisting motions. Finally, she lifted her head, breaking the kiss and gulping in much needed oxygen. He took that opportunity to latch onto her other nipple, this time using his tongue to twist and tease the little ring she wore.

  Her breasts were so sensitive, always had been, and the rings made them more so. When he took his teeth and pulled the ring, just hard enough to give her a little jolt without causing any real pain, the whole c
ombination was just too much for Gia.

  She came, hard and wet, screaming his name as her body convulsed over his. She collapsed forward, her head landing in the crook of his neck.

  As she drifted in and out of her hazy state of pleasure, she heard him mumble, "That makes two."

  Was it her imagination, or did his voice seem rougher now?

  * * * *

  Josh let her lay on him as she recovered a little. He should have simply flipped her over, ripped off her underwear and buried his mouth in her wet heat, driving her immediately back up to another climax. That's what he wanted to do. That's what he would have done. Except he was already on the verge of exploding himself. He also needed the break, to calm his cock into something a little less painful. He was fairly certain he already had a permanent zipper indentation on the front of his shaft as hard as it was pushing against the fabric, trying to escape and bury inside of Gia.

  As soon as he could even think of catching his breath, he tossed her off of his chest and flipped her back onto her back. He quickly moved off the bed, dropping to his knees beside it. He grabbed her thighs and pulled, scooting Gia forward until her glorious ass was right on the edge.

  He tugged her panties, removing the last barrier between him and heaven. Then he parted her legs.

  She gasped, lifting her head and watching him.

  "You're so fucking beautiful. I've imagined this, too many times, but the reality is so much better."

  As much as he craved the taste of her, wanted to dive right in and lick and suck for hours on end, he also wanted to take some time to burn this into memory. He carefully reached one hand out, gently ran his finger from bottom to top, stopping to dip into her moisture and drag it up to her clit. He took his first and middle finger, separating her folds, opening her so he could finally taste.

  "Jesus, baby, you are so wet. It's just killing me. I want to be inside you so... holy fuck! Is that a..."

  Not believing what he was seeing, he took a deep calming breath before looking to Gia for confirmation. "Your clit is pierced too?"

  When she offered him a smug little smile and a nod, Josh almost came in his pants. Right fucking there, with no physical contact.

  That was it, his control snapped. He bent forward, burying his face in her sex, grabbing her ass with both hands and lifting her to get a better angle. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was supposed to be proving something to her, pleasing her, but he just didn't care. He had to taste, to lick, to bite. To feel her come against his tongue and swallow down her pleasure.

  He ran his tongue up and down her soft fold, dipping in to taste her fully, before finally settling in to that little silver bar that was driving him so crazy. He licked, nipped, and finally sucked pulling it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He thought he heard Gia cry out, but he couldn't be certain over the blood rushing through his head.

  It could have been minutes or days and he wouldn't have cared. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. When he finally felt her muscles start to tighten, her thighs start to squeeze his head, he buried two fingers deep inside her, curling them until he found the cluster of nerves he was looking for. When her wet heat started to clench around his fingers he sucked her clit, hard, pulling at the little piercing with his tongue. She exploded, her muscles contracting around his hand. He kept the pressure, letting her ride through the waves.

  As soon as it stopped, he separated her legs again, shoving her backwards before joining her on the bed. He kissed her with all the pent up desire he had. He needed her. He needed to lose himself in her body, to fuck her until this wildness he felt had calmed somewhat. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he wanted to shove his cock in her tight little passage.

  He knew she would be able to taste herself on his lips and tongue. He kissed anyway, half expecting her to shove him away.

  She didn't. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him in deeper, matching his pressure, her tongue battling with his. When she sucked his lower lip into her mouth, he couldn't help but thrust his hips against hers.

  He pushed again, grinding against her heat, seeking the release his body craved. When he felt his sac start to tighten, that little zing telling him his orgasm was near, he pushed back, her teeth nipping his lip as she tried to hold him there.

  "God damn it, Gia. I will not fuckin' come in my pants again, like some dumbass kid."

  He pulled down his zipper, shoved down his jeans and boxers all in one swift move. Wrapping his hand around his cock he watched as Gia's eyes widened. "I said I wouldn't fuck you, and I won't. But, I am going to get some release tonight, too."

  Her eyes got even bigger, and not for the first time, Josh wished to hell he knew what she was thinking. He may have just ruined everything.

  And he would care. Be sorry for it. After his dick quit aching.

  "Lay back." She didn't hesitate, just rushed to do as she was told.

  "Move your hips to the edge of the bed so I can reach you."

  Again she scrambled to do as she was bid.

  Once again he took his shaft into his own hand, wrapping it tight and beginning the pace he would need to find his own pleasure. "I'm going to masturbate, and you're going to watch me. I'm also going to slide my fingers into you, and you're going to imagine it's my cock inside you."

  She didn't say anything, but her breathing got faster and her little tongue peeked out to lick her lips. He took that as consent.

  Josh buried three fingers into her, unable to find even a shred of gentleness. He was so far gone. He pulled his shaft and thrust into her, keeping their pace even. When he needed to speed up, he sped her pace too. It wasn't long before they were both coming.

  Josh let go with a roar as her muscles clenched his fingers again, the little spasms were the final push he needed to find his own release. He turned, watching as his seed flew out and landed on her chest and stomach before he collapsed on the bed next to her.

  Just before he drifted off to sleep, his only thought was at least he'd marked her. If he couldn't lose himself inside her, at least he had spilled onto her, leaving his mark the only way he could.

  Some time later Josh woke up. He took a moment to admire the woman sleeping next to him before rising to clean up. He removed his pants and pulled his underwear back up, then he went in search of a clean washcloth. He cleaned her up with warm water then lifted her and placed her under the covers.

  He should get dressed and go home, let her sleep alone. They hadn't talked about him staying here tonight.

  As he watched her snuggle into the pillow, he felt a strange little tug at his chest. He didn't want to leave.

  Besides, he knew she had to work tomorrow and he only had a small window of time to bring her six more orgasms. It was probably wise to stay here, that way he could make the most of the morning. Smiling like a kid on Christmas Eve, Josh climbed back in the bed and pulled Gia's warm naked body next to his. She snuggled into him like he'd slept with her every night of their lives.

  Damn... there was that little tug again.

  Chapter 18

  By the time Gia got into work on Sunday, she breathed a deep sigh of relief. She was running away and she damn well knew it. But she had needed to get away from him. Away from her own desires.

  What she had started as a way to prove him wrong, naming a number she would have considered impossible, was merely proving him right and her weak. Six times... that man had made her come six times in less than twelve hours.

  She had awakened this morning to feel his fingers tweak her nipples. His lips nibbled her neck and ears. His warm, naked chest had pressed against her equally naked back. His fingers teasing and probing between her legs. His heat, his drugging kisses and his gentle touch had brought her off again before she was even completely awake.

  After a gentle, rolling rise to orgasm, he had slipped down under the covers to taste the fruits of his labor, so to speak. His mouth had wrought another rush to pleasure, leaving her
breathless and sated while he jumped out of bed and into the shower.

  It wasn't until he had walked back into her room, dressed and looking ridiculously handsome, that it occurred to her she should be angry. The man had spent the night in her bed, without even asking her first.

  Sure, it could be argued that she had not exactly been up to chatting since he had pretty much knocked her unconscious with pleasure last night. Or that he had woken her in the most pleasurable way possible. Or that she was the one that had put a time limit on this... thing... between them in the first place. And she hadn't actually said he couldn't stay the night.

  But none of that had seemed to matter as he stood there, fully clothed and smirking at her, all showered and clean with a day's growth of beard on that annoyingly perfect face of his. So, she had growled at him and thrown the nearest thing she could find; her pillow.

  And he'd laughed. The asshole had actually laughed at her.

  So, she did what any sensible woman would do. She'd called him names, stormed past him, and locked the bathroom door behind her.

  By the time she'd gotten out of the shower, he'd been gone. As she had headed down to the kitchen, trying to convince herself she was happy about that fact, she had smelled freshly brewed coffee.

  He'd made coffee. The damn man had made her coffee.

  So, here she was, hiding in her office trying to sort through her feelings.

  As much as she physically enjoyed this, it could never be anything more than that. A strictly physical relationship. And physical relationships did not involve him making her coffee in the morning, let alone staying the night in her bed. No one ever stayed the night at her house, and she rarely stayed at theirs.

  If she were honest with herself, she hadn't really minded him being there this morning. It had felt normal... wonderful actually. Which was the problem in a nutshell.

  Again, trying to be honest and face the facts as they were, she was fairly certain he was going to win this little wager they had going. Six in less than twelve hours was a pretty good indicator that another four orgasms in the next thirty six hours were almost guaranteed. So, he was going to try to force the issue. Try to get her to admit that there was something between them. And there was. There always had been.