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"Scarlet!" He yells out as he comes, hot and hard inside my mouth. Greedily, I swallow his seed and lick it off the rest of his cock.

"Fuck," he lowers himself to the ground, his hands caging my head from both sides as he moves his lips to mine. A needy moan escapes me. Fuck, giving this man head has turned me on more than any sexual encounter ever has.

He pushes me to the ground. Brazenly, my legs open invitingly. His tongue conquers my mouth while he slowly begins to fingerfuck the most intense orgasm a girl can experience out of me. While he is watching, no less. Oh yes, I'm really starting to like my bad girl side. I wish I had gotten in touch with it sooner. No, no, I don't. Not really. Doing it here with Antonio is perfect. I love the feel of the cold, tiled floor underneath me, how exposed I am, how he is staring at me. I feel desired. I feel appreciated. Most of all, I feel free.

Uninhibited, I let him know with my moans when he hits the right spots, and I fully let myself go to the pleasure of his thumb caressing my clit. At the same time, two of his fingers move expertly in and out of me, hitting the rumored G-spot—the one I could never find—and having me whimper underneath him.

My hips buck and my thighs clench, entrapping his hand, but he doesn't stop moving his fingers in and out. I'm panting. His tongue thrusts into mine just like his fingers do into my pussy, and I turn feral.

Never have I reacted to sex like this. Never. But I can't stop mewling, raising my hips to ride his fingers. My thighs clenchharder as my entire body tenses into a blissful knot that promises the most magical pleasure.

I'm not disappointed; when I come, I do so with a howl as my entire body savors the sweet pleasure moving through me from head to toe. Something hot and liquidy erupts from my pussy as I squirt for the first time in my life. I see stars. My back arches and my eyes roll back as I absorb every last nanosecond of this pleasure.

"Wow!" I mumble between pants as I lie spent on the floor.

"Wow is right." He grins down at me. "Shower?"

How can his brain even function right now? What is a shower?

"You just gave me the best blowjob of my life." He kisses the top of my nose.

A response lies at the top of my tongue, but I'm too spent to open my mouth and not brave enough yet to voice it. I settle for, "Ditto."

Which makes him laugh. He rises and pulls me up with him. He smacks my ass, and it stings my already oversensitive skin in a way that surprises and turns me on at the same time. "Shower."

"Yes, sir."

His eyes sparkle, "Vixen."

The more Iget to know her, the more I want her. I slap her perfect little ass as she moves it into the bathroom, enticing me to follow her.

Get a grip, DeLuna. You're panting over her like a dog on the trail of a bitch in heat. But even as the thought crosses my mind, I want to slap myself for using this analogy with Scarlet.Fuck, I run my hand through my hair, getting a whiff of her scent still lingering on my fingers, and my cock goes ramrod straight again.

Food, I remind myself.

I hear water running in the shower as I grab my phone. Images of her hands running suds over those perfect breasts make my neck break out in sweat. In my mind's eye, I watch her put a foot up on the little bench in the shower to clean herself between herlegs... I hit my head a few times against the bedpost to regain control of myself. What in the ever-loving fuck is happening to me?

The phone vibrates with an incoming message. I ignore it and call downstairs to Fredo, my cook, to order food for Scarlet and me. Then, I check the text. It's from Vito informing me he has a man stationed to watch Kevin. Good, as much as I blustered with him, having him in my pocket makes life a lot easier. I like him better alive than dead—at least for as long as he plays ball and doesn't try a stunt like this again.

While my mind is on Kevin, I mull over the fact that Bruce better come through with the jurors' names tomorrow so I can arrange some surprise visits for them, ensuring they'll bring the right verdict home.

The entire time, my ears keep track of the sound of the shower, and I'm very aware that it just turned off. Anticipation of seeing her come through the door, wearing only a towel, fills me. I remind my cock that she's still sore. That she just gave me the world's most mind-blowing head, but it's no use. The need to be inside her, claiming her again, is overpowering. Is this how a drug addict feels at the sight of coke?

All my life, I've been proud of the size of my dick; right now, I would happily settle for average, just so that I could fuck her again without having to wait a day or two.

Who is this woman who’s turning my world upside down and making me care more than I should?

The door opens, and all air leaves my body. She's so fucking ethereal. Just like I imagined, she's wrapped in one of my whitetowels. Her hair is still damp and curly, reaching down to below her breasts.

"Your turn," she smiles sweetly. "I saved you a towel. It was hard, though."

My heart actually flops.

"There are more towels," I say stupidly, moving by her, my nostrils flaring at the concentrated hit of her scent. I open a closet door in the bathroom, where several stacked towels of all sizes lie neatly folded.

"Oh, I didn't want to snoop." Her smile is still so sweet. I just want to fucking kiss her, bend her over the counter, and watch us come together in the mirror. Her oversized sapphire eyes sparkle with a new light, and I stand frozen, mesmerized.

A knock on the door interrupts the moment.