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  “Yeah?” Crystal slipped her hands around the full orbs and Trent went hard as steel.

  “You don’t know what you’re doing, Crystal. You tempt me beyond reason.”

  She opened her eyes at his words and smiled saucily, causing his gut to clench. “I don’t need you to be tame with me. I want you unrestrained and crazy. And I definitely don’t want you holding back. Only please me in the best manner you can. Do you think you can handle that, Trent?”

  Trent didn’t bother to respond to her little taunt. At once, he was on top of her, pulling her arms above her head and pinning her to the mattress. Wedging his heavily muscled body between her yielding thighs, he shoved her long legs wide and rocked against her wet pussy. Slowly, allowing her to squirm, he lowered his head and sucked one stiff nipple deep. He was rewarded by her groan of need, her eager body shuddering anxiously for him.

  He took his sweet time, laving and suckling on one breast then moving to the other. Then he did it all over again. Soon, Trent could feel her lower body lifting, grinding against his hips, seeking fulfillment. He lifted immediately and demanded, “You don’t come until I allow it.”

  While his eyes roamed pleasingly over her bared torso, her body liquid fire against his, Trent growled deep in his throat, enjoying the sight of such a beautiful creature. He got to his knees and held his cock in a tight fist. “Suck it, baby.”

  He watched her get into position to take him into her mouth. When her head dipped low, Trent rubbed the bulbous tip over her lips, back and forth. As a pearl of moisture appeared in the slit, he groaned. “Taste it on your tongue. I want my come in your mouth.”

  As she licked, taking in the sticky liquid, Trent shook with restrained need. “Fuck, I want to shove my cock in deep right now.” Crystal’s hand grasped his dick and squeezed. Crystal looked up, their gazes locked, and without a second’s hesitation she angled her head forward and took him into her hot, eager mouth.

  Nothing seemed to matter beyond the feel of her sweet lips wrapped around him so tightly, her tongue stroking him as if he was her tasty treat.

  “Crystal.” Her name, thickly garbled, was all that emerged from his lips.

  She kept her eyes trained on his while he placed one large hand at the back of her head and pulled her further onto him. Trent could feel the head of his dick reach the back of her throat. She moaned in pleasure and the vibrations moved over his entire length, driving him to the very brink. Her hand cupped and squeezed his sac. Trent shut his eyes and concentrated on not embarrassing himself. Crystal’s soft hands and mouth played with him, but he was too anxious to be inside of her to let the pleasure continue.

  He was equal parts relieved and displeased when she slid her mouth backward, letting her lips give a little love nibble to his tip, before she broke free completely. As she started to draw him in again, Trent stopped her with a hard pull of her hair. “I need you, baby.” He wanted to feel the tight clutch of her pussy. He wanted her surrounding him as the night surrounded them. He knew she felt it, too.

  Trent grabbed a condom from the bedside table and sheathed himself, then lowered his body to the soft bed beside her. He wrapped his hands around Crystal, easily spanning her waist, and raised her up and over him, impaling her in one smooth stroke. He had wanted to be gentle, but each time she looked at him, he went a little insane, lost another piece of his control.

  Crystal took him inside her body with an eagerness that surprised them both. He watched as she rode him, slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him deep inside her body. Trent could and would get rough, this he knew, but for now, he would let her play. They fit together as if God himself had fashioned them that way. One for the other.

  Riding on a sea of emotions he did not understand, he let his thoughts drift and decided to just feel. For the first time, he gave himself completely up to another person. He wondered if she was even aware of how powerful she had become.

  Moving her hands to his chest for support, she began wiggling her hips in little circles, drawing out their pleasure measure by measure. Aware of each stroke of skin, each time her body clutched around him, Trent moved his hands over her, like a sculptor with a work of art. When he found the tiny nub of her desire, it was her turn to moan. Her need mounted. Her movements became more and more frantic as she drove his cock further into her dripping pussy. Soon there was no separating them. Without warning, Crystal came apart. Her body convulsed. Her fingernails bit into Trent’s pectoral muscles as she held on to him for dear life. When her thighs clenched tight and she spurted her juice all around his cock, Trent lost it.

  He thrust upward, grasping her hips and pumping faster, harder. Her eyes flew open and he saw the wonder and excitement she was experiencing. The wild desire and need that only he could fulfill. He felt it, too.

  “Trent.” His name. It was a plea on her lips. But he wanted to push her beyond pleasure, beyond contentment. He wished to show her true rapture.

  Wrapping his arms around her bottom, Trent anchored them together and rose to his full height. Standing, in all his crazed and fevered hunger, Trent kept himself deep inside Crystal and continued to thrust into her, harder and harder. He slammed his hips into her, holding her perfect ass in his palms as he fucked her.

  He was a breath away from coming. His body flexed, leg muscles steady as he moved her bottom up and down onto his thick shaft, showing her without words how to get the greatest amount of pleasure.

  He recognized the instant Crystal began climbing that intoxicating peak again. Soon they were both burning like an out-of-control brush fire. Crystal clutched on to him, digging her nails into his shoulders in a kind of pleasure-pain. He groaned, lowered his head to her neck, and bit down hard, marking her. Crystal slammed her hips into his, then screamed as yet another delicious climax gushed forth. Her smooth inner walls contracted and he joined her this time, her body milking him dry.

  It was as natural as breathing. It was euphoria. He knew in that moment that beauty had a name. Crystal Shaw.

  Trent vowed she would know him as intimately as he was so eager to know her. If he was moving too fast, too fucking bad. It was not his way to tiptoe, especially not when he saw something he wanted.

  Watching the dark fires in her eyes burn bright was as addicting as any drug. When her little pink tongue darted out, licking at his chest, swirling over the dark patch of chest hair, Trent knew a kind of tenderness he had never known with any other woman.

  Crystal closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. Her exotic scent swirled around him, tempting him. He would know her scent anywhere now.

  It wasn’t until Trent felt her body go limp against his, trusting him to hold them both up, that he shoved back the covers on his bed and lowered her to the cool sheets. He made quick work of disposing the condom and slipped in beside her. When he pulled her atop him, blanketing his body with her silky curves, she sighed, content and replete. Trent kissed her pretty brown head, before pulling the covers up and over them both.

  “What about dinner?” she mumbled.

  “I’ll text Josh and reschedule,” he answered as he grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and sent his brother a quick message.

  The last thought that ran through his mind before succumbing to the lethargy of his sated and exhausted body, was that she would not walk away from him come morning. If he had to kidnap her to keep her by his side, Trent was not above doing so. He would happily use everything he had at his disposal. A woman like Crystal came along once in a lifetime, and he was not so stupid as to let her slip through his fingers.

  Abruptly he thought of Mac. He knew his friend was every bit as taken with Crystal. Together they would make her see that she belonged to them. And if she wanted only one of them? What would they do, fight over her? Trent tossed the uncomfortable thoughts aside and concentrated on Crystal’s lovely curves instead. There would be plenty of time to worry about that later. For now, he had a beautiful woman tucked up close to him and he intended on r
elishing every moment with her.

  6

  Mac was miserable. He hadn’t seen Crystal since Friday night, and it was now Monday. It’d been two days. Two days of dreaming of Crystal’s perfect skin, exotic eyes, tight pussy. They’d talked on the phone. They’d texted each other. But it wasn’t the same. He wanted to see her. What was wrong with him? Never had he been so obsessed with a woman before in his life. Now he kept imagining the way she’d looked when she’d come for him and Trent. And just like that, he swelled and hardened. He had to shift around in his seat just so his dick didn’t feel strangled. “Fuck,” he groaned.

  Worse were the feelings of jealousy he harbored for Trent. He’d known that the two of them had shared an intimate evening together. Getting jealous over a woman wasn’t like him. Neither was waiting on a woman to call. The night before he’d tried to flirt with another woman at the club in a lame-ass attempt to get over Crystal, to hell if it had worked. He’d only ended up even more frustrated. His dick hadn’t wanted the redhead. Only Crystal.

  “Goddamn it,” he muttered and started to add the numbers again. Mac loved running the nightclub. He was a night owl by nature, and the fast-paced night life at Kinks suited him to a tee. Still, did there have to be so damn much paperwork involved? He hadn’t realized how much elbow grease went into keeping the club afloat, either, staying in the black. Did Trent find it this demanding? Mac doubted it. Because he had a feeling his difficulty today had nothing to do with the hard work and everything to do with Crystal.

  Still, as he finished tallying the previous night’s profits, he did see the appeal in owning his own business. Mac had always been so involved in being a lawyer. So when he and Trent had given up their legal careers to run the club full-time, it’d been a huge change. Before that time, he’d never considered branching out on his own. Now he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. He’d fight tooth and nail to keep Kinks.

  A sound outside the office drew his attention away from his thoughts. It was a woman’s voice. And not just any woman. He’d know Crystal’s voice anywhere.

  He rose out of his chair and was in the kitchen before he even realized how eager that would appear. He should have played it cool and stayed in the office. Forced her to come to him.

  But she was here. Finally. But was she here to see him or Trent? He couldn’t wait to find out.

  “He knows me. Just tell him it’s Crystal and I want to talk to him.”

  That from Crystal, who, in all her splendor, was staring daggers at his manager, Marcus. Marcus was a big, beefy man, not about to be intimidated.

  “Look, lady, he’s busy. Come back tonight like all the other women.”

  “No.”

  “Is there a problem?” Mac asked, drawing their attention immediately. Marcus was the first to speak.

  “I’ve told her you’re busy, but she insists on seeing you.”

  Crystal stepped around Marcus. “I know I didn’t call, but I certainly didn’t think it’d be this difficult to see you.”

  Her eyes were shooting so much fire at him it was a wonder he wasn’t burned. Mac crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “It’s okay, Marcus. She doesn’t need an appointment.”

  Marcus looked at him with a grateful expression on his face and growled, “Buona fortuna!”

  He didn’t know what Marcus was saying, but clearly it wasn’t good, and he didn’t much care for the way Marcus was acting toward Crystal. “Crystal is very important to me,” he stated. “You will show some respect.”

  Marcus paled visibly, before turning to Crystal and mumbling, “Sorry.”

  Crystal rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I can see that.”

  Marcus threw up his hands and started cursing again.

  Mac sighed. “Come on, angel.” He motioned for her to follow him as he left the kitchen and headed back to his office. No way was he taking her upstairs. Way too much temptation there.

  When he entered the small room, he rounded the desk and sat down, then indicated she do the same. He watched her sit, her back ramrod-straight, her purse clutched in her lap. God, she looked good. The dressed-up version was downright edible. But this T-shirt-and-jeans version was just as appealing. With her mass of dark hair tied back in a ponytail and no makeup on, she looked all of eighteen. Holy shit.

  He heard Marcus shouting obscenities still and groaned. “I may be forced to defend your honor soon if he doesn’t shut up. I can just see me challenging that big bull to a duel at dawn.”

  He saw Crystal’s eyes light with humor. She was so lovely when she smiled. He wanted to see her laugh, even. Christ, what was his deal? He was acting all lovesick or something.

  “What brings you here?”

  She looked down at her lap. “I just wanted to see you.”

  “Did you miss me, angel?”

  Her gaze darted to his. “Maybe.”

  In Mac’s mind that single word was a victory. He wanted to shout in his triumph, but he had other ways of celebrating. Mac came around the desk and cupped her face in his hand. “I missed you, too. Like crazy.”

  “You did?”

  “Hell, yes,” he groaned as he dipped his head and tasted heaven. Oh yeah. The woman was made for loving. Damn, he’d missed her taste. Her scent. Everything about her. No woman had ever gotten to him the way she did. It was as if they’d known each other forever. It pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.

  Mac locked his thoughts away and began to devour Crystal’s plump lips. He licked, torturing her with ideas of more, then he teased his tongue back and forth over the seam. He was only too glad when she parted them. It was a small sign of surrender, but Mac would take whatever he could get. She twined her arms around his neck and melted against him. He ached to be inside her tight heat. Just as he was about to pull her closer, he had the presence of mind to reach behind him and flip the office door lock into place. He’d been dying for another helping of Crystal’s delicious body, and he wasn’t taking any chance they’d be interrupted.

  Bending at the knees, Mac lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the desk. Without really paying attention, he swept everything off one side of the desk and onto the floor. Crystal’s spine went stiff, and she attempted to push him backward. Mac let her, but only so he could taste the delicate skin on her throat. His hand came up and wrapped around the slim column. His cock went hard, and he let loose a low groan of need.

  “Mac, wait.”

  Mac looked into her eyes, seeing the need, but also the fear. “For what?”

  “We’re not alone here, and I’m not into exhibitionism.” She took a deep breath and said, “Besides, I didn’t come here for that.”

  Mac smoothed his palm down her body until he was cupping her buttocks. He squeezed and felt her shudder. “Then why did you come here?”

  “I thought we could go to lunch.”

  “I’m all for that,” he replied. “But first a taste. Something to hold me over.”

  He held himself in check, giving her the ultimate decision. Her answer was pure Crystal.

  She bit her lip and said, “I suppose it can’t hurt.”

  “I like my dessert first anyway,” he murmured, as he went back to kissing her neck and feeling her lush ass. She had some damn sexy curves. Lush. He thought he heard her say his name, but it was so faint he couldn’t be certain. All he really knew was that she still had too many clothes on.

  He lifted away from her. Now that he knew she wasn’t going to bolt for the door, he was willing to give her a few inches to breathe. He locked the office door, then said, “Take off your clothes for me. I need to see you.”

  Crystal blushed. She’d been brave enough to seek him out, but apparently that was as far as her bravery went. She had such a soft inner core that had Mac feeling fiercely protective.

  She quickly got herself under control and started to undress, her movements uncontrived. She was a beauty, but so untutored, as he’d found out firsthand when they’d had sex. A few straps
wrapped around Crystal’s smooth hips connected in the center by a vee was all that made up her panties. The vee happened to be blue, and see-through. Mac could see her tempting curls beneath and he could make out the sweet nub of her clitoris. He yearned to lean toward her and give her a good, long lick. He could smell her scent already, a potent combination of dewy arousal and eagerness.

  The matching bra she wore was enough to entice him into a horny stupor. And, like a fucking missile, his dick pushed against the zipper of his fly in a lame attempt to get up close and personal with Crystal’s hot body. Soon, she was nude and nothing kept him from her creamy perfection.

  Mac couldn’t sit still and not touch. Reaching out, he grabbed Crystal by the hips and scooted her closer. She let him have his way, a sassy smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

  “Are you turned on, angel?”

  “Very much. And watching your eyes heat up and your body go all hard for me is making it worse.”

  “Come here then, and I’ll make it all better.” He pulled her out of the chair and took the seat himself, then sat her onto his lap.

  Mac kissed her as if he had all day to drown himself in her flavor. He wanted her with a wild sort of eagerness that made him almost angry. It wasn’t normal to want a woman as badly as he wanted Crystal. She sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and opened her mouth for his demanding tongue. Not taking a chance she might disappear like the ethereal being she seemed to be, Mac slipped between her lips and tasted every inch of her dark passion. Crystal moaned and he pushed upward, letting her feel the hard length of his arousal against her bare ass. God, he wanted her. Needed her.

  He leaned into her, took one protruding nipple into his mouth, and sucked, hard. Crystal grabbed the back of his head and held him against the fleshy orb. She was every bit as anxious as he was for this. Done with playing it safe, Mac let one hand slip down her body to cup her mound, swiftly sinking two thick fingers all the way into her tight, wet heat.