Strong. They loved their families and would do anything for them. Stubborn. Scared of being a burden and of taking on any more. And yet, as she watched his reflection remove his clothes, she realized they’d both taken the other on.

He kissed her. Kissed her neck and her back, her shoulders and down her spine. His shirt flew to the side and she took his reflection in. Taut skin stretched over rippling muscles as he kneaded her thighs and calves. She groaned at how good it felt.

“Tip your pretty ass back. I want to eat you from behind.” She did as she was told, and he moved her ankles wider so she was more opened up to his mouth.

In the mirror she watched his tongue stroke up and against her clit. She stood on her tiptoes to get higher, to give him more access, and he moaned against her, the sound carrying from clit to ni**les.

She wanted to close her eyes, to luxuriate in the way his mouth felt from this angle, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from him licking her. When he pulled back before she climaxed, a sound of keen disappointment broke from her lips.

“Shhh. I’m not finished, but it’s hard to get all your best parts at this angle.”

She put her heel up on the barre, leaving the other foot down, and he drew in a sharp breath.

“So beautiful and pink.” He turned to face her, sitting flat so he was perfectly aligned with her pu**y, and then he went back to work.

Her thighs trembled as the muscles burned. His mouth on her was relentless as she caught her own eyes, heavy-lidded; her face was flushed, her hair tousled, lips glossy from where she’d licked them. Her ni**les stood hard and dark. She held on to the barre with one hand and slid her other hand into his hair, her fingers gripping, holding him there as orgasm came, flashing through her and making her lock her knees to keep from falling.

He stood quickly, and she dropped to her knees to take him into her mouth. She loved his cock, loved the taste of it, the feel of his thigh muscles against her hands as she braced herself. He was so tightly controlled when she went down on him; she knew it was to keep from hurting her. But just then she needed his intensity.

When she rolled her eyes upward, she met his gaze. Wow. She did that to a man like him. It was wondrous that he’d be so enthralled with her, but she wasn’t going to question it. Not then. She simply enjoyed it.

“Don’t hold yourself back. I”—she swallowed hard—“know you want to f**k my mouth. You won’t hurt me. Let me give that to you.”

His breathing stuttered. “How can you be so sexy?” he whispered. And he gripped her hair. “Stop me if it’s too much.”

Her answer was a smile before licking her lips and letting him guide her back to his cock.

He nearly came when she told him to f**k her mouth. First because he’d wanted to forever, and second because she knew it. Oh, and last because hearing her say it from those lips that rarely said a bad word was beyond f**king hot.

Her hair in his hand was soft and cool as he thrust into her mouth while holding her in place. Her scent grew as she moaned around him, and he realized she was getting off on it as much as he was. Well, maybe not as much, but it was certainly turning her on.

“I love that mouth of yours almost as much as I love your cunt. I’d like to blow down that throat, but I’d rather come with my c**k inside you.”

He had to pull a bit on her hair because she seemed determined to keep going. Which only made him hotter, to see her hungry for him like that.

“I haven’t f**ked you against a wall yet.” He looked around. “Over there in the corner.”

Mirrors on both sides of them, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him.

She smiled, but as he slid her down his cock, she leaned back so they could both watch down her body and catch sight of his c**k plunging into her, glistening with her honey.

Reflected over and over again there in the mirrors, it was better than any  p**n  he’d ever seen, watching himself f**k her time and again, watching the creamy pale column of her throat and the jiggle of her br**sts.

She watched as well, and he nearly had a stroke when she licked her fingers and slid them to her pu**y and began to work her clit. She might have started out with less experience than he had, but she took her pleasure without shame and he loved that about her. Loved everything about her.

“That’s the way. Is it hard and slippery?”

“Yes.”

“Still wet from my mouth, I bet.” He licked over one nipple and then the other, and her inner muscles contracted around him. “I love it when you come around my cock. Again.” He licked and bit at her ni**les and she hummed her satisfaction until her fingers moved faster and faster, her hips rolling to meet his strokes, and with a sharp gasp, she turned into a molten fist around him while she cried out and came.

He wasn’t far behind, and within another two minutes, he laid his head on her chest and caught his breath after his own climax.

And then he carried her first to the small bathroom outside her office and then to her couch, where he put a blanket around them both and snuggled against her.

They’d talk in a bit. But for that moment, he wanted to simply breathe her in.

The sweat had cooled on their skin and she turned to look at him. “You’re so warm. I use two down comforters and sleep in flannel and I’m still cold all the time. Very handy, you are.”

“If you and Rennie came to stay with me . . .”

She put a hand over his mouth to stop him from saying anything else. “Okay, this is how we’re going to proceed: you can’t take over. Do you understand? It pushes my buttons. I can’t deal with a man who tries to control me or take over. This is my kid we’re talking about, and I would do anything for her.”