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  Phil moaned as she watched two of his long, strong fingers slide into her, filling her in a way that made her bite her lip to keep from crying out. Her eyes flickered up to Josh’s, meeting his gaze in the mirror and she saw the same something she’d seen the day before in his car. That look in his eyes that said he wanted her in every possible way.

  “Does that feel good?” Josh whispered as he slid his fingers in and out of her wet sex. “Is that what you need, Phil?”

  “Oh, God…Oh, Josh…I…Oh!” Phil squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch any more. It was too much. She was so hot, so close. If he would touch her just a little bit more she knew she was about to go off like a rocket on the fourth of July…

  Suddenly he stopped and she felt him pulling away from her. With a little cry, Phil opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Was he sorry they had gone this far? Somewhere in the back of her brain, Phil was pretty sure she was going to be very sorry at some point, but she still didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel Josh’s hands on her, she wanted him to make her come.

  “Please, Josh,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes. “Please, I was so…so close. I just…”

  “I want to taste you.” His voice was low and intense and his eyes were dark with need.

  “Wh…what?” Phil stuttered, uncertain of what she’d heard. Had he really just said…

  “I want to taste you, Phil. Right here, right now, I want to get down on my knees in front of you, spread you open and eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”

  Once more, Phil felt like she was drowning, like she couldn’t get enough air. The hot, erotic words spoken in his quiet, intense voice were almost enough to make her come right there. But Josh was still looking at her, as though for permission. Somewhere in the back of her head Phil heard a little voice reminding her that she was engaged and that Josh was her best friend. How could their friendship ever be the same if she let him do this to her? If she let him kiss and lick and taste her wet sex until he made her come?

  Yes, it was a bad idea all the way around. Phil opened her mouth to say, “no” and heard, “Yes, oh, God, yes,” come out instead. How had that happened? She was sure she’d meant to say no and yet she still didn’t want to stop.

  In a flash, Josh was kneeling in front of her on the thin carpet of the dressing room floor and she could feel his hot breath against her inner thighs. “Relax,” he murmured, stroking her sides gently and playing a soft kiss on her right hipbone. “I want you to just relax and let me in, Phil. Can you do that?”

  Mutely, Phil nodded. She couldn’t believe she was in this position. She’d been best friends with Josh for years but never had she imagined herself naked in a public dressing room about to let him go down on her. And yet…there was something right about it somehow, something so white hot and intensely sexual that it was like her body was telling her what to do, that this was right. As Josh stroked her thighs gently with his large, warm hands, she allowed her legs to part and watched breathlessly as he leaned forward to place a soft, tender kiss at the apex of her sex.

  “That’s right, Phil, open up. Let me taste you,” Josh murmured softly. He bent forward again and again she felt his mouth against her. This time he was kissing her more deeply—kissing her sex the same way he might kiss her mouth, gently, tenderly, and with an intense passion that took her breath away. She moaned as his tongue slipped over her wet folds, stroking along the sensitive side of her clit. “God, Phil.” He looked up after a long moment and licked his lips. “You taste so damn good,” he murmured, cupping her hip in his palm. “So absolutely delicious. I could eat you all day and all night long.”

  Phil caught her breath. “Please, Josh…” she murmured, reaching out to run a hand through his hair. “Please, I need…”

  “I know what you need,” he told her again. “And I want to give it to you. I want to make you come.” He leaned forward again and Phil moaned with breathless pleasure as he spread her gently with his fingers and licked a warm, wet trail from the bottom of her sex to the top of her slit. God, she had never had anyone do this with such enthusiasm, with such obvious pleasure. Christian had tried going down on her once or twice when they first got together and she remembered vividly how much he’d disliked it, barely daring to plant a few, hesitant kisses over the outside of her sex before giving up. Now Josh was spreading her open and licking her like a little kid with his favorite flavor of ice cream. He was more than tasting her—he was devouring her from the inside out. There was no question that he derived pleasure from tasting her and pleasuring her. No doubt that he was enjoying pushing her higher and higher, trying to make her come.

  Phil gasped as he pressed her back against the wooden wall of the stall. She had to steady herself by grabbing his broad shoulders or she would have fallen—the pleasure he was giving her was too intense to bear and it made her legs feel weak and wobbly. She cried out as he sucked her clit into his mouth and began tracing the sensitive bud with his tongue, curving around and around in patterns of pleasure that made her moan and thrust up to meet him shamelessly. God, what was happening to her? She had never been the type to give herself to a man so wantonly, to open herself and let him do anything he wanted to do. But then, her fiancé had never been the type to demand that of her. It was clear that Josh wanted nothing less than her complete surrender as he pressed forward, lapping and sucking and nuzzling.

  Once more Phil felt herself trembling on the edge of orgasm—and not just any orgasm, either. This was going to be a ten on the Richter scale or a class five hurricane or a monster Tsunami or however you wanted to put it. But just as she was just about to tip over the edge, Josh stopped again.

  “Josh, please!” Phil felt like she might start crying from sheer frustration. “I was close—so close. Please, make me come. Please. I can’t stand it!”

  “God, I dreamed of hearing you beg like this,” he murmured, looking up at her. “I just need to get a little more leverage. Need to put my tongue inside your hot little pussy and taste you deeper—more. Here, I’ll show you.” He lifted her left leg so that all her weigh was braced on her right and positioned her thigh over his broad shoulder.

  Phil gasped as she felt the new position spread her even farther, opening her completely to Josh’s seeking mouth. The stubble of his five o’clock shadow scratched against her tender inner thighs, making her moan with sensation. And then he was bending forward again, using the new leverage he’d gained to enter her with his tongue and press deep inside her until she thought she was going to explode.

  “Oh, God…Josh…Josh!” Phil buried her hands in his hair and pressed forward, giving herself utterly, holding nothing back as he pressed his tongue deeply into her open sex. She had never felt this hot before, this needy. She had never been with a man who wanted to make her come the way he wanted his next breath. Josh was driving her, pushing harder and harder, closer and closer to the point of no return. Phil knew their relationship would never be the same after this but she had almost stopped caring. All she could think about was the way he was pressing inside her, tasting her center as though he was reaching for her heart with each eager thrust of his tongue. She was close…so close…

  He shifted positions again and she felt him slide up and suck her clit into his hot mouth once more. He lashed her with his tongue and at the same time two long, strong fingers entered her, thrusting deep to press hard against the end of her channel. Phil felt herself tipping over the edge at last, her hips bucking as she rode his face and sobbed his name aloud, not caring if anyone else could hear her, only needing to express the intense pleasure she was feeling.

  The orgasm rolled over her like a blinding wave of light and as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, she actually saw fireworks. Showers of sparks exploding behind her eyelids as she gave in to the release Josh’s talented mouth and fingers had teased from her. Phil threw back her head and moaned, her breath hitching in her chest as she felt hot prickles of moisture behind her closed ey