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wool dress, her pussy creaming. Even as she kept her gaze glued to Durango she could seen how hard and fast her breasts were pressing against the restraints of her clothing.
    The plug impaling her ass clenched with a wicked pulsing as her muscles spasmed in an unusual eagerness to be penetrated and her drenched pussy ached to be filled. It seemed over the past several months the only one she’d been kidding was herself.
    She wanted Durango and Landon, and she wanted this new man Durango had brought here, too. Why would she want a total stranger to be intimate with her? Because, she realized, Durango and Landon trusted Tyrell, and so she trusted him, too. As if Durango knew what she was thinking, he spoke again.
    “Then you’ll have to trust me, Doc. Trust me to give you what you crave. What we both crave. Can you do that for me?”
    She nodded, realizing she didn’t even hesitate. His eyes flared even darker, and she trembled at the erotic intensity of his gaze.
    “If there’s anything you feel uncomfortable with, say the word no and we’ll stop.”
    She nodded again. Sweet heavens! What was she agreeing to?
    “Then I hope you’ll forgive me for ruining your clothes,” he breathed.
    She blinked with momentary puzzlement and gasped as he turned swiftly on the bed, repositioning himself, and suddenly placed both his hands on the lapels of her dress. The harsh sound of clothing ripping and buttons popping off onto the floor shot through the air. Cool air breathed against her exposed breasts. His palms settled over her mounds, and he squeezed them gently. “Remember, Liz. You are always my heart.”
    “And you mine,” she answered back, loving the intoxicating way he stared at her. He inhaled softly at her words, his smile widening. He remained silent as he began massaging both mounds at the same time, his eyes studying her.
    “I like the way your eyelids drift halfway closed whenever I touch your breasts,” he murmured. “I like how the tip of your tongue peeks out between your lips when you’re aroused.”
    Her tongue did that? She checked and realized that, yes, her lips had slightly parted and the tip of her tongue was settled there. Lust shone brighter in his gaze as he suddenly lowered his head over her chest area. She stared at his lips, mesmerized by their seductive plump curve as they parted and he sucked her left nipple into his hot mouth.
    She jerked, loving the warmth of his mouth as his lips tugged her nipple and the wild sensations raced through her breast, arrowing down to the sensitive areas between her thighs.
    Her heart pounded as he took her tender bud between his sharp teeth and held tight as his tongue swiped back and forth across her imprisoned nipple. Her heart beat faster, and she couldn’t stop the moan of arousal as sweet bites of pleasure-pain lashed her captive flesh.
    Naughty sensations twisted through her, and she became achingly aware of her sexual needs and every erotic spasm rippling through her body. Became in tune with Durango’s erratic breathing, the intoxicating waves of heat lapping against her flesh where his hip touched hers, and she loved the lashes of anticipation snapping through her like jolts of electricity.
    He let her tender nipple go with a pop and lifted his head. “I know what I’m forcing you into isn’t the most conventional of relationships, Doc. But it’s a desire we both crave. Something we both need. You wouldn’t be twisting and writhing in your sleep when you fantasize if what I’m about to give you isn’t what you crave.”
    She didn’t protest as Durango slid a gentle hand beneath her head and slipped the blindfold on. She blinked as darkness enveloped her. Immediately her senses snapped to listening mode.
    “I’ll let Landon and Tyrell undress the rest of you.”
    She creamed in her panty at that comment and felt the mattress move as he got up. She listened intently for what he would do next.

Chapter Seven

    A moment later she heard him in