Normally she didn’t like to be on top—the ballet lessons Mother had forced upon her were useless for the coordination required to move up and down on a man and look sexy at the same time. She figured she usually looked more as if she was in the throes of an epileptic seizure.

But Damien was just going to have to get past it.

Mandy wiggled a little to brace herself better, leaned over and kissed Damien, and took a deep breath.

He looked amused, his hands tightening on her bottom. “Show me your stuff, cowgirl.”

With pleasure. “Just remember, you asked for it.” She lifted, until only the tip of him remained inside her.

His eyes had narrowed, and he wet his bottom lip. “Oh, I’m asking all right. I can even beg if you want.”

When she sank down on him, they both groaned. “No begging required,” she panted.

“Good, because I’ve lost the ability to speak.” He squeezed his eyes shut while his fingers convulsed on her hips.

She knew the feeling. All her energy was focused on not whimpering as she moved up and down, up and down, finding a slow, delicious rhythm that sent shots of pleasure clear through to her toes.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he said, eyes popping open to watch her with flared nostrils. “That’s it, you’ve got it.”

“I do, don’t I?” She did. She’d found the perfect pace, the perfect spot, and for this, right now, right here, the perfect man.

It was that thought, the sheer surprise of it, that had her widening her eyes and pausing. Damien reached between them and strummed his thumb over her clitoris.

“Damien!” She rolled her eyes back and skittered over into an orgasm. It was a smooth, drawn-out, wave after wave of ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching on to him still imbedded deep in her.

“Aah,” she whimpered, relaxing her hold on the bed, and tossing her hair out of her face.

Ready to slide off of him and collapse in a puddle of gratitude at his feet, Mandy’s head snapped back when Damien ground her hips down onto him.

“Just give me two minutes,” he said, thrusting with short, hard bursts that set off aftershocks in her body.

She tried to tsk, but it came out a breathy sigh. “That’s what you said last time.”

“This time I mean it.”

And apparently he did, because after two more pounding thrusts, he pressed his lips together and paused. Then exploded in her, the condom inflating a little as he filled it.

“Oh, my,” she said, reaching up to push her damp hair back.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he said with a sigh, collapsing his head back onto the bed.

Legs wobbly, Mandy lost her balance trying to untangle her curls and pitched forward onto his chest. Yes, Mother had wasted all those hundreds of pounds on ballet.