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  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Let me feel your lips around me. Let me feel your tongue.”

  This wasn’t something she had done very much but those hot words spoken in his deep, sensuous voice gave her confidence to go on. Chloe dipped her head to take even more of his shaft into her mouth, using her tongue on him as though he was the world’s most delicious lollipop.

  Mark moaned and she could feel the big muscles of his thighs tensing as she increased her gentle suction. His hands in her hair urged her on without forcing her in any way. Although there was no way she could take even half of him into her mouth, Chloe found she enjoyed trying to take as much as she could. She grasped his shaft with one hand and cupped the sensitive sac between his legs with the other, tickling gently with her fingertips.

  “Oh God, sweetheart…you’re so good at that!” His words gave her confidence, making her feel sexy and competent at the same time. Chloe had never considered herself “good” at anything that had to do with sex but now she felt like a goddess.

  At last, just when she was wondering what his cum would taste like, Mark pulled her gently but firmly away. “No,” he said, his deep voice hoarse when she looked at him questioningly. “That’s not how I want to come, as wonderful as it is.” He smiled at her, a lazy, sensual smile that seemed to turn over her insides. “I want to come inside you,” he told her softly.

  Chloe smiled back at him. “I like the sound of that.” She was glad again that they had discarded their masks. Without the black leather to get in the way, she could see the warmth on his face and the heat in his eyes so much more clearly.

  Mark rolled over to snag another condom and she started to lie on her back again, but he stopped her. “Want you to be on top this time.” He stroked a stray wisp of hair out of her eyes and kissed her mouth hungrily. “I want to watch your breasts bounce while I fuck up into you,” he said.

  Chloe had tried this position once or twice with one of her previous lovers, but it had been a fumbling, not very enjoyable experience. She’d felt somehow like she was riding an untrustworthy horse that might buck her off at any moment. Despite her misgiving, Mark’s hot words convinced her to give it another try.

  “All right,” she said softly, kneeling beside him. “Show me how you want me.”

  “Like this.” He got her into position, straddling his narrow, muscular hips while he held her by the waist. Looking down, Chloe could see the broad head of his cock just brushing the soft, downy, blonde fuzz that covered her mound.

  “Just lower yourself down and let me slide into you.” Mark’s voice was a little strained and she could tell that he wanted her badly but he made no move to rush her. Taking his shaft in her hand, Chloe rubbed it first against the sensitive bud of her clit, enjoying the slick sensation and the sharp, tingling pleasure it created. But she was ready for a deeper pleasure now.

  Biting her lower lip in concentration, she positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her sex and began to press down. He slid into her more easily this time but the feeling of being filled by him was still incredibly intense. They both gasped as he reached the end of her channel, the head of his cock almost kissing the mouth of her womb.

  “God!” Mark’s strong hands tightened on her waist, holding her in place for a moment. His blue eyes blazed and Chloe could feel every muscle in his big body tense beneath her in anticipation of their mutual pleasure. Unable to wait any longer, she made a small motion with her hips, feeling his shaft slide just a fraction of an inch out of her set sex and then back in.

  Her movement seemed to unleash something in Mark. He grasped her hips more firmly and began to move in her—long, deep, deliberate strokes that seemed designed to drive her out of her mind with pure pleasure.

  “Oh…oh!” Chloe heard herself gasping. She could barely think around the liquid silver sensations that were running along her spine. It felt right to have him lodged so deeply within her, to feel the relentless stroking of his large shaft into her wet cunt.

  “Lean down,” Mark growled softly, motioning to her as he thrust. “Want to suck your sweet, ripe nipples while I pump your pretty little pussy, sweetheart.”

  Chloe leaned over him and he captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to grind into her heated, open sex. It seemed impossible that she could come again after the way he had eaten her and made love to her earlier, and yet, she felt her orgasm building like a tidal wave inside her.

  “Mark!” she gasped. “Think I’m going to…so close…”

  “Sit back then, sweetheart,” he said, understanding her at once. “Lean back and let me get really deep inside you. Let me watch the expression on your face when you come on my cock.”

  Chloe sat up straighter, looking for balance, but Mark grabbed her hands, intertwining their fingers to give her support. She watched their fingers squeezed tightly together, hers small and slender interlaced with his, large and blunt. Trusting him to hold her, she leaned back completely, allowing him to fill her as he hadn’t quite been able to before.

  “Oh God, yes!” The words broke from her lips as he stroked deeply into her, holding her steady as he fucked hard and deep into her cunt. She began to feel that the approaching orgasm was going to be the most intense of all—that it might drown her in its fury when it came—but she didn’t care.

  “That’s right, sweetheart, work for it.” Mark’s voice was a low growl and his gaze met hers and held. “You’ve earned it, let go. Come for me. Let me feel you come.”

  Chloe felt the wave breaking over her at last. With a long, low moan she gave him what he demanded as he stiffened beneath her, allowing her orgasm to trigger his own.

  When it was over she collapsed on his chest, enjoying the rise and fall of his breathing as he held her tight. Trying to catch her breath after the intense pleasure, Chloe couldn’t get over the feeling that this was something special. With Mark, she had been able to let herself go as she never had before. She barely knew him but she felt instinctively that he was a man she could trust—maybe even love, if she gave herself time.

  Chapter Three

  “I’m hungry,” he said two hours later while they were cuddled in bed, enjoying the second afterglow of the evening. After making love a second time they had cuddled under the covers and talked and talked. It turned out they had a lot of mutual interests.

  They both loved science fiction, though Chloe preferred to read it and Mark liked his in cheesy, summer blockbuster movies. They both loved jazz and both hated Thai food. Neither one of them could dance worth a damn, as Mark put it, but Chloe had almost persuaded him to take a salsa class with her to learn. He was a night owl and she was up with the sun, but they were both “cat” people. They both loved to play games, though Chloe was better at cards and Mark preferred chess. He admitted to having a large collection of chess technique books at home and was already talking about teaching her to play.

  Chloe couldn’t remember when she’d ever been this happy. When was the last time she’d had a first date that turned out half as well? Only it wasn’t really a first date—eventually she knew she’d have to tell Mark the truth about herself but she wasn’t worried about it. For once she had taken a chance and made a connection on her own without Zoe’s interference or help. She could just imagine the look on her twin’s face when she told her that her “business transaction” had turned into a romantic interlude after all.

  “Hey, did you hear me?” Mark looked down at her, grinning charmingly. Already Chloe found she barely noticed the scars on the left side of his face. They were just part of him, like his slightly hairy chest and his amazing blue eyes.

  “Mmm?” she said, smiling back at him.

  He laughed. “I guess you didn’t. I said, I’m hungry. Let’s go see what your crazy sister has to eat in this place.”

  His words were like a cold splash of ice water down the back of her neck. Chloe sat up abruptly and pushed back from him. “What did you say?”