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“Right.” Savannah shimmied past him. Her breath stalled in her throat when Zach snagged her waist and pulled her into his arms. “Hey!”

He lowered his head until their lips were only a hair’s breadth away. “I can make you come in under five minutes.”

“What? This is not appropri—” She blinked, suddenly curious. “No way.”

His voice lowered an octave and she could almost hear his panther growling behind the sweet rasp of his whisper, “Oh yeah. Yes, way.”

She froze for a second. Her mind was scrambled from the effect of his voice. Wanton aches stirred again from the depths of her sex. Her heart pounded harder when he brushed his lips over hers. He seemed to want to kiss her, but not just yet. He only teased, examining her r

eaction. She forced herself to tear her eyes from his, thinking how crazy this was. She didn’t know him, but at this very moment, she wanted to rip off his clothes and mount him on the table right here and now. Crazy thoughts. Part of it was because she had become lonely in the past few months and her best friend was a plug-in vibrator and somehow, she craved a man’s touch. Badly.

Zach smelt the curve of her throat. His hot breath seared her very skin and flamed her lust ablaze. He pressed his lips on her fevered skin and licked the shell of her ear. Savannah shivered.

“I dare you,” he challenged.

“You’re crazy,” Savannah mumbled. She tried to push Zach away, but he tightened his embrace instead, locking her in a secure grip.

“Come on, babe. We aren’t teenagers anymore. There’s no need for us playing games. I can see your need as clear as day. When was the last time you got laid, Savvie?”

Savannah sniffed. “Last night, thank you very much.”

“By a real man. Your vibrators don’t count.”

She rolled her eyes. How does he know?

“Scared?”

“This is ridiculous. Let me go.”

“Five minutes. That’s all I ask.”

Her mouth opened and closed. The temptation was too powerful to resist. “Zach…”

He purred like a horny kitten. “I want you, Savvie,” he murmured. Her first instinct when their lips touched was to nibble him back. Zach reciprocated with a small, tentative nibble. Sparks of electric lust surged through her every vein. She moaned and parted her lips. Her common sense told her to stop, but her love-starved impulses compelled Savannah to sweep her tongue across his tempting lips. Zach took it as an invitation. With a half lunge, he crushed his mouth on hers and kissed her with sheer savagery, as if he were a carnally deprived man.

Then she was lost in a surge of ecstasy and amazement. Zach was an ardent kisser and he knew how to kiss. Her breath became ragged as his tongue stroked deep into the cavern of her mouth, his lips mashing hers, and he knew just when to stop to give her a chance to breathe before he dragged her deeper into alluring pleasure. Her mind muddled, semi-delirious. She was drunk from his kisses. Only a part of her was aware when Zach loosened her belt and yanked her capris down to her ankles.

Savannah broke the kiss, alarmed. “Wait…”

Zach plastered his mouth on hers again, silencing her protest. He drowned her in deep, mind-bending kisses so the only thing she could think of was how to soothe the ache between her thighs. Every nerve in her system shrieked with need, a need so atavistically greedy, it overrode her logic when he ripped her panties down. He stopped kissing her then cleared the desk with one arm. Papers, staples, pens and office paraphernalia rained down on the floor. With an inhuman growl, Zach seized her hips and lifted her onto the table. He spread her legs wide before she could fully comprehend what was going on.

“Jesus, Savvie. You’re a goddess,” he remarked, gazing at her dripping pussy.

Savannah threw her head back and let out a piercing scream when he dived into her cunt and kissed her sex the way he had kissed her mouth. She grabbed his hair and clawed his scalp as he lanced his tongue into her opening, tasting the inside of her pussy, feasting on her cream. She was torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer to lick her deeper. But the pleasure was so unbearable. “Oh God,” she groaned, her chest heaving when Zach licked her wet seam and sucked her clit with semi-brutality. The sensation was too sinful. It had been a while since someone had loved her that way. The suppressed craving surged through her veins. Too good. Too much. Zach growled and fucked her with his tongue. Her body tensed. She came in an instant, hard and long. Her head hit the keyboard as a tide of rapture swept through her and she convulsed in pure pleasure. God. She trembled. Her world darkened for a second.

Zach kept eating her while she drowned in ecstasy. She couldn’t take his assault any longer and yanked his hair to halt him. “Please. Stop. Too much,” Savannah mewled. “Oh, God.”

Zach growled on her pussy, lifting his head. His eyes shone lamp-like and his pupils had shrunken into a signature feline slit. “How was it? Good?” he purred.

She released a long breath, panting. This man was incredible. No one had ever made her come so violently just by kissing her and eating her pussy. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her he could make her come in under five minutes. A freak wave of lust hit her, so feral that all the fibres of her being screamed with need and took over her instinct.

All of a sudden, she was overwhelmed with curiosity. What would it be like to fuck him properly, to have his cock shoved inside her, filling her full, fucking her as if there were no tomorrow? She sat up, grabbed his hair and crushed her mouth on his. He tasted spicy, laced with her own feminine perfume. She had promised herself no more cheap thrills after rebounding from the Chicago fiasco, but Zach was impossible to resist. She’d have had to have been a saint to have been able to reject him.

Zach kissed her back with the same ferocity, half-growls and half-formed words erupting between the kisses, cadenced with the harsh breath of their desire. A delighted purr curled out from his throat when Savannah groped the buckle of his belt to undress him. He shoved her hands away and did the job for her. His jeans fell down to his ankles. His briefs followed, and his cock sprang free. Savannah tore her mouth from his, taking a good look at his granite-hard erection.

“Oh, shit.” She couldn’t believe her eyes. Zach would put any porn star to shame. She wondered how many women he had killed with a cock that size.

“Touch me,” he urged, wrapping her hands around his throbbing shaft and forcing her to give him a squeeze. “See, he likes you.”