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fingers and the sound of her moaning made him insane.
    He slid lower. He got an arm under one of her thighs and forced her legs farther apart. Then he put his mouth against her belly and bit her, the way she’d tried to bite him. She cried out, and before the cry was done he’d slipped his other arm under her so that her thighs rested on his shoulders, and he pushed his mouth against her so she could feel his lips and his teeth and his breath, and he slipped his tongue inside her. She gasped and the sound of it made him dizzy, the sound and her taste and how hot and wet she was against his mouth and face. He moved one hand up and rolled a thumb around her nipple. With the other, he started touching her with his fingers in time with his tongue.
    She groaned. His lips hurt and his heart was pounding and he was so hard it ached.
    He glanced up at her. She was watching him, panting, her head off the pillow, the muscles of her neck straining. Her body was slick with sweat.
    He paused and put his fourth finger in his mouth, coating it with his spit and her juices. He lowered his head and started up again. He kept his eyes on hers. He slid his slicked finger slowly into her ass.
    Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. He felt her muscles clench. He worked her with his mouth and fingers. He didn’t take his eyes off her.
    Her panting grew faster, deeper. A low sound came from her throat. He kept going, out of his mind with the need to fuck her.
    The sound deepened and rose and changed into a drawn-out cry. She squeezed his head with her thighs and pushed her pelvis into his face and shuddered and arched and cried out. Her back arched further, and further still, and then suddenly all the tension in her was gone and she collapsed back to the bed. There was no sound but her breathing.
    He brought his arms around and moved up between her legs.
    “Kiss me.”
    She didn’t answer. He took her face roughly in his hands and looked in her eyes and pressed himself against her. She struggled but there was nothing she could do, she was too wet and too tied up and he was holding her too tightly. He pushed forward and moved a little inside her and somehow made himself stop. She grimaced and pushed back against him and he slid in a little farther. He watched her, their faces an inch apart.
    She groaned again, her mouth open, her head tilted back. He eased away, then clenched his stomach and ass and drove his hips forward and buried himself inside her. She cried out and he pressed his swollen lips down on hers. She groaned into his mouth and he held her face in his hands and spread her legs wider with his thighs and he fucked her, long and deep and desperately hard, and he forgot where they were and why they were there and what had happened that day and he fucked her, and when she started kissing him hungrily and hard and fucking him back it was too much, he couldn’t stop, and there was nothing else in the world but her face in his hands and her body pinned beneath him and he gripped her harder and cried out into her mouth and he came, he came and she sucked on his tongue and it went on and on until he had spent himself inside her.
    When it was over, his exhaustion was so sudden and complete that he felt momentarily unsteady. He pushed himself away from her slightly, his breathing ragged, and looked into her eyes.
    “Damn,” he managed to say.
    Her breathing was as rough as his. She said, “Untie me.”
    He touched a hand to his swollen lips. “Not if you’re going to hit me again.”
    “I think I’m done with that.”
    “What the hell got into you?”
    “I don’t know.”
    He turned her on her side and untied her wrists, then lay down facing her. “Were you trying to provoke me?”
    “I’m not sure.”
    “Don’t get me wrong. I liked it.”
    “Yeah, I could tell that.”
    “Why, though?”
    “I was just… mad. You were being so nice, it made me lower my guard. And I could tell you wanted to, and I told you I needed you to, and then suddenly you got all high-minded on me… it just really made me angry.”
    “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I wanted to. I just thought it was a bad idea.”
    “Well, you changed your mind pretty fast.”
    “Maybe it was all that talk earlier about interagency cooperation.”
    She laughed. “Yeah, we’re a model for the way Uncle Sam should function. ‘Make love, not war.’”
    He ran his hand gently along her face and the side of her head. “I like your hair. The