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His mouth was hot and wet and filled her with the most delicious sensations. The taste of scotch lingered on his tongue and she drank it in, unable to get enough.

He tightened his fingers at the back of her neck as his mouth ravaged hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and was vaguely aware of the jacket draped over her shoulders dropping to the ground. Unable to resist, she stood on tiptoes and held her body flush with his.

As her pelvis made contact he gasped and backed her against the wall, pressing himself so close she felt in fine detail every miniscule move he made, every erratic breath he took.

And she felt his jutting erection just below her stomach.

“More…” She groaned and yanked his shirt out of his pants, the impulse to make contact with his bare flesh dictating her every move. He loosened his hold so her hands could creep under the soft cotton, up his sides and around to his chest. Her hands imbibed the warmth of his skin as she ran them over his muscular torso. The lean power contained there awed her, lending further credence to his undeniable masculinity. His heart pounded beneath his ribs, its staccato rhythm matching her racing pulse.

Sweet Lord, he felt good. She grazed her fingers over his nipples and he jerked.

“Morgan…”

She answered by grinding her hips against him, whimpering as her clit grazed his erection. The clothing between them did little to dampen the erotic feel of his hard cock.

Moisture gathered between her legs and she groaned into his mouth. What little cognizance she had of the world around her narrowed until it vanished altogether. The only thing she was aware of was Daniel. Daniel and the way he touched her, the way he made her feel.

His hand found her swollen breast and closed over it, massaging until her breath came in short spurts. Her chest heaved as longing grew and blossomed, spreading its sensuous poison through her veins. When he took her aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, the sensation spiraled downwards, vibrating through her belly and lower. She stopped breathing altogether and was convinced she’d faint from sheer pleasure.

Daniel’s mouth kept her firmly grounded. His kiss set her blood on fire. She moaned. She kissed. She ached.

With one arm wrapped around her shoulders—keeping her mouth fastened to his—he ran his hand down the length of her skirt. Then slipped it underneath.

Amy was sure her heart would stop. For an endless moment he rested his fingers on her knee. The anticipation of what would follow left her shaking helplessly. She was on fire, burning with expectation. Somewhere in the far recesses of her mind, a tiny voice cautioned her, warned her that whatever action she took now would have serious, long-term repercussions.

She paid the warning no heed, such was the power of her voracious need for him.

Touch me.
Her yell was silent—she was powerless to find expression for her thoughts.

As if responding to her unspoken command, he dragged his fingertips up her inner leg, over her thigh-high stockings and onto bare flesh. Each inch of skin he brushed over was so sensitized his touch reverberated through her entire body. She turned to liquid in his arms.

“Danny.” Her moan guttural, she shifted, inviting his hand to complete its journey.

An inch away from his target, he stilled and muttered a thick curse. A second later his finger traced her lacy g-string, his touch as light as a feather and as hot as burning coal.

She gasped at the contact and bit his neck. Tremors shook through her. She shifted again, needing to feel his touch on her naked flesh, the pleasure and relief his hand could bring.

He nudged the wisp of lace aside and ran his finger through her slick folds. Her head fell back, her eyes shut, her mouth incapable of speech. Even the tiny voice in the back of her mind was silenced by his strokes.

“God, you’re so wet.”

Wild with need, she pushed against his hand.

“So wet, I can feel your cream on my fingers.”

She felt it too, felt the moisture coat his hand. His finger traveled upward, found her aroused bud and caressed.

Yes. Oh God, yes.
She twisted in his arms.

He rewarded her by adding pressure to his touch. “So wet, I can smell your desire.”

She wasn’t going to faint, she was going to die from pleasure. Her fingers raked his back as she fought against losing control.

“You’re making me so hot, babe. I’m so hard, it hurts.” He thumbed her clit, massaging in small circular motions as his finger slid against her wet slit and delved inside.

Yes!

“Feel me, feel what you do to me.” Full of wonder, Amy moved one hand from his back and tentatively cupped the bulge in his pants.

He slipped his finger deep inside her and her muscles clamped down involuntarily as sensation shot through her.

“God, Daniel…” She couldn’t complete her sentence, her mind overtaken by sensation. Instead, she closed her hand around his cock and began to massage it. He grew even longer beneath her touch.

“You know what I’d really like?” Daniel moved his finger out then slid it back in again.

The same thing she’d really like? For her to rip off his pants, duck her head down and take him in her mouth. To run her tongue up the length of him, kissing and licking and sucking until he lost all control and came in her mouth.

“A blow job?”

He growled in her ear. “Besides that.”

She dipped her fingers below the waistband of his pants. His penis jumped and he pushed into her hand. It was a tight fit, but she palmed him, holding the satiny, steel-like shaft. “No.” Her voice was huskier than usual. “Tell me.”

“I’d like you to come.” The low whisper in her ear nearly did her in. His thumb circled her clit and he slipped a second finger inside her. She let out a strangled gasp and he caught her tongue in his mouth, sucking gently. He pulled his fingers out then slipped them back in again. Then again and again and again.

She thought her legs might collapse beneath her.

Her thumb brushed against the tip of his penis and she felt the milky drop of his pre-come on the head. Without another thought, she brought her thumb to her lips and sucked, the taste of his salty essence filling her mouth.

His movements stilled as he watched her, a low growl erupting from his chest.

With slow, controlled actions she licked her lips, then his. His entire body shook in response.

“You taste good.”

“Christ, Morgan.” He clamped his lips over hers, his tongue searing her mouth as his fingers renewed their carnal seduction.

She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he increased the pace.

“Come for me, baby.” Daniel’s voice was strained now. “I want to feel your juices pour over my hand. Come on. Come for me.”

Tension built inside her. Pleasure grew and grew. Sensations swirled as his touch weaved its magic. She was alight, on fire, about as hot as she’d ever been. He increased the pressure with his thumb and drove in even higher. She could bear it no more.

Her pleasure peaked and her body tightened, her inner walls clamped down in a mind-shattering orgasm. Still he toyed with her, kneading and caressing as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her.

Juices poured out of her and she heard Daniel’s satisfied words. “That’s right, baby. I can feel it. Come for me, come hard.”

She did. So hard, her knees buckled. She had to grab his waist for support, otherwise she’d slide to the floor in a boneless heap. For several minutes she leaned against him, breathless, as the spasms subsided. All the while Daniel whispered encouragement in her ear, holding her close with a steadying arm.

As the euphoria of the afterglow began to settle around her, she remembered there was a not-so-small matter still needing her attention. Dropping to her knees, she gave in to her previous desire.

She wanted a mouthful of Daniel.

Now.

In record time she unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down. She eased his cock out of his boxers, felt it twitch. She licked her lips in anticipation and then licked the tip of his cock. Hunger overtook her and she indulged herself. Greedy for him, her tongue repeatedly laved his shaft and then twirled around its head, lapping away another bead of semen.

God, he tasted good. Salty and masculine.

Low moans filled her ears, urging her on, his fingers woven through her hair.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and took a second to look at his face. His head was thrown back, his eyes narrowed slits. Even in the dark she could see the desire in his expression. She smiled, opened her mouth and closed it over him. A muffled groan sounded above her.

“Christ…Amy.”

Forming a tight, wet cavern with her mouth, she sucked him, loving his taste and his feel. Loving the shudders that wracked his body every few seconds. Her head moved to a rhythmic beat, her hand trailing in its path. As his cock grew in her mouth, she moved faster, sucked a little harder.

Daniel’s breath came in sharp bursts. “Amy…”

She cupped his balls with her free hand. His body tightened and froze. With a throaty groan, he came, shooting come into her mouth. She hungrily swallowed every last drop, lingering over her feast until his orgasm subsided.

“Amy.” His voice was low and gruff, barely audible. He pulled her to her feet and held her close. “Babe…that was incredible.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. For a long while that was all she was aware of. The sound of his breathing, uneven and ragged, and the feel of his arms wrapped around her.

A burst of laughter rang out from someplace miles away. It took a minute or so before the sound penetrated the fog surrounding her brain. When it finally did, reality hit her square between the eyes, the effect much like a glass of ice water. She yanked free from Daniel’s arms and stared at him, shocked.

He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her back into his embrace. “Amy?”

They were standing outside the gallery, for fuck’s sake. A few feet away from a room full of people and an army of reporters—all of whom had come to see Daniel and his pictures. What if somebody had walked outside?

“Morgan, what’s the matter?” He still breathed hard.

“Oh my God!” She was aghast. “Oh God, Daniel.” For endless seconds, she was incapable of saying anything else. Horrified, she whispered, “What did we just do?”

“We did good, Morgan,” Daniel said, his voice husky. “Let’s go do it again. Somewhere a bit more private.”

“What? Are you kidding?” Amy struggled to still her pounding heart. “We can’t do that again. Ever. Jesus, friends don’t do those sorts of things. And they especially don’t do it meters away from a very public function!” She had the most incredible orgasm at the hands of her best friend—at his exhibition. In return she’d given him a blowjob—right outside the gallery.

How the hell had she allowed herself to lose control? She was mortified.

“I’m not kidding.” Desire burned in his voice. “We just did it and I want to do it again. Let’s go.” He grasped her hand again.

“Go where?”

“My place, your place, I don’t care. Let’s just get out of here.”

“Are you crazy? We’re not going anywhere.” She jerked her hand away.

“Fine. Then I’m going to kiss you again, right here. We couldn’t stop at a kiss before, so there’s no reason this time should be any different.” He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her against him.

She felt an answering jolt of heat. “Daniel, stop it,” she bit out desperately. “We can’t do this here.”

“You’re not giving me much choice.” He rubbed against her, hard, and she nearly cried out at the sweet agony of it.

“No!” She struggled against him. “I meant we can’t do this at all. This is wrong.”

“There was nothing wrong a few minutes ago, when your body shook with pleasure. When you wrapped your lips around my cock and gave me the sweetest head imaginable.” The raw sensuality in his voice slipped straight into her belly and bounced around, causing sharp stabs of longing. He was right. There
was
nothing wrong a few minutes ago. But now, in the stark reality of the moment, everything was wrong. For starters, their friendship was headed down the absolutely wrong path.

Panic set in as he dipped his head to kiss her again. She couldn’t do this with Daniel. Wouldn’t.

“No!” This time she was more forceful. “I don’t want this.”

His reaction was immediate. He dropped his arms and stepped away from her, his posture tense and face unreadable. Her body cried out in protest.

“Shit, Danny, please don’t be angry.” She had to salvage the situation, make everything okay between them. “We can’t go there. Not you and me. We can’t take our friendship to that place. We’d be walking through a minefield.”

Run to him, her body yelled. Who cares about the consequences? But the responsible and cautious part of her mind was back, along with rational thought. Her logic was correct. Further physical intimacy with Daniel was out of the question. It would ruin their friendship. It might have done so already. “You have to understand what I’m saying. I’m terrified of losing you. Please,” she begged him. “Please don’t be angry.”