Forbidden Heat
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What would happen if he just let go of control? No matter what, he didn’t want to make it obvious he used Tantric techniques. Not since he knew she’d read his book and was against the idea of Tantra. Another time, when they could discuss it. He didn’t want to ruin tonight with a possible argument.
She smiled and stroked down his chest. Her delicate fingers brushed over his flesh . . . over his abs . . . toward his aching cock. He sucked in a shallow breath as she brushed over his cock again, then pushed aside the cotton of his briefs and freed his aching member.
She wrapped both hands around his erection . . . and simply gazed at it. It twitched within her grasp. She pressed one hand against his chest, keeping the other firmly wrapped around his shaft, then backed him up until he felt the couch behind him, and he sat down. She crouched in front of him and slid the briefs off, then . . . oh, her lips wrapped around him and she swallowed his cockhead into her hot, moist mouth.
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