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His muscular body pushed against her, the cloth of his still buttoned shirt abrading her nipples and breasts.
“You never need to ask.” Garrett pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of her lips, tracing a line with the tip of his tongue to her ear. Emma squirmed, laughing and clenching around him at the same time.
He groaned as Emma squirmed, adding an undulation to try and caress him as best she could.
“It tickles,” she whispered, giggling when his whiskers rubbed against the sensitive skin next to her ear.
Growling, he lunged, taking her earlobe between his teeth.
“This won’t but it may throb.” His hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing firmly on her clit and rubbing.
Emma gasped, her nails digging into his shirt, her heart picking up in time with Garrett’s ministrations.
“That’s right, baby,” he said between ragged breaths as her head fell back. “Just lie back and take the pleasure your man gives you. Because this one’s for you. The next one though—that’s when I’m going to ask for too much from you. But you’ll give it to me anyway.”
He punctuated his words with an extra-deep thrust. Shivering, she cried out as her orgasm splintered her into pieces.
Garrett held her close while she sobbed and shook in his arms. When the last spasm died, he grinned at her, slowly pumping in and out one more time.
“You didn’t come.”
He usually didn’t hold back, letting her orgasm carry him over the edge too. But she knew that look in his eye. She was in trouble.
His hand cupped her cheek. “Remember when I said I’d ask for too much?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
Emma was already stripped bare. She stared at him, all her heart, everything she felt for him shining there. No shields or defenses.
“There is nothing you can ask for that I wouldn’t give you.”
His head drew back, his teeth worrying his lower lip for a moment. “Keep that in mind.”
Withdrawing, he reversed course, taking her hands to help her hop off the table.
She expected him to lead her to their bedroom before he put his hands on her shoulders and bent her over the table.
Emma turned her head. “I know you’re excited, but we have donethisbefore.”
Garrett didn’t smile like she expected. “Not like this,” he rasped.
He put a hand on the back of her neck, turning herface down. She was looking at the polished floorboards when he moved, crawling underneath the table.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her view blocked by the width of his shoulders. Garrett crawled back a few steps, revealing his phone.
The camera app was open, her face and bare breasts reflected in the little screen. Garrett met her eyes before turning back to the phone and adjusting the zoom until only her face and the top of her décolletage were visible.
“No one but me will ever see this—I swear it,” he vowed through the glass before getting to his feet.
Emma should have said no. But Garrett had never asked her for something like this. And she believed him when he said no one else would ever see it. His word was solid.
Speaking of…
Another giggle escaped which earned her a low rumble from Garrett. He put his hand on her bare back, pressing the rock-hard length against the silkiness of her cheeks.
“So, this is funny,” he said, his fingers leaving a trail of tingling skin in his wake. “But it might not be as hilarious in a minute.”
With that, he entered her in a long smooth stroke. Emma’s lips parted, all her nervous hilarity dying.
She caught sight of herself on the small screen below. The woman on the screen didn’t look like her. Yes, she wore her face. But this sex goddess with the sharp sexual awareness in her eyes could have been a stranger.