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As his tongue brushed hers, Blaise’s control broke. She slid her arms around his neck and boldly pursued his tongue with her own, searching the hot interior of his mouth. Her purse fell to the floor, and this time she didn’t care at all if it spilled. His hands moved to the small of her back, pulling her close.

His cock was hard, prodding her belly, pushing against the fly of his tailored slacks. The sweet spot between her thighs flooded with moisture and quivered, anticipating him. Her nipples were hard, too. Could he feel them through his suit coat, boring against his chest?

They slowly pulled away, though their lips clung. Light-headed, she sucked air into her lungs, unable to break his gaze.

He smiled, then turned serious. “I should tell you, I donated blood not long ago. I’m clean, so you have nothing to worry about on that score.”

“Oh.” The safe sex talk. Though her head was still muzzy, she was grateful he’d raised the subject. “Me, too. I mean, I’m safe, too.” Suddenly, her sense of humor kicked in and she began to laugh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

His eyebrows flew up and he paused in unfastening his tie. “You haven’t before?”

“Not in years. I’ve become very boring.” Inwardly, she grimaced.
That’s right, Blaise. Tell him how boring you are. That’ll really turn him on.

But if her confession troubled him, he didn’t show it. He backed her to the bed as he loosened his tie. A flurry of panic overtook her, and she gestured to the chair where the erotic book lay. “Should we…”

“No.” His intense gaze sent a shimmer of heat through her. “We won’t need it.”

Her nerves melted away. No. They didn’t need any more inspiration. If she was any more
inspired
, she might come before he even laid a finger on her.

Guy tore off his tie and tossed it on the floor with her purse, as though throwing down the gauntlet. So it was like that. All right. She’d show that she could give as good as she got.

It’s just a hookup
.

She unbuttoned her multicolored blouse. No silks or satin in her wardrobe, everything needed to be wash and wear. No way could she dress in anything fancy, working with kids. His suit looked expensive. Whatever his profession, he didn’t have to worry about getting messy during the workday. Was he accustomed to being with women who wore designer fashions and expensive perfumes? Her only perfume came from the soap she showered with every day.

Her blouse fluttered to the floor.
Just a hookup
. She’d had a few over the years, when the stresses of being a single mother and juggling several jobs had gotten to her. When she’d been able to leave her daughter with someone trustworthy, she’d gone out just to find someone to hold, as the songs went. Someone to help her feel a little less lonely. Short-term partners, brief affairs. She’d been too busy for anything more. Too worried about bringing anyone around her young daughter—wary of predatory men who befriended lonely single moms to gain access to their children.

But those hookups were different. The guys she’d been with then had only wanted to get laid. Any warm, willing body would have sufficed. Guy wanted
her
. And she wanted him, more than she could remember wanting any man.

She toed off her shoes, then unzipped and pushed down her pants, shimmying out of them. His eyes glinted at the movement, and she threw in an extra little wiggle. She didn’t care that her underwear was unsexy white cotton, didn’t worry about holding in her stomach. Guy looked at her as though she were a goddess.

And he was a god. He was shirtless now, and her hands itched to smooth the bulky muscles of his chest and shoulders, down to his flat stomach. Oh, God. She had no idea what he did for a living, but if he had a desk job, he must spend some time working out.
Now,
she wanted to suck in her stomach.

But he pulled her close before she had a chance, kissed her again with those magic lips, and reached behind her to unhook her bra.

When the garment came off, Guy gently palmed her breast. Blaise pressed his hand to her. She wanted harder, wanted more, wanted everything. When she clutched the back of his head, their kiss turned ravenous. They possessed each other’s mouths hungrily, licking and nipping, teasing and sucking. Heat surged through her, a line of fire racing down her spine. Her core contracted as he held her even tighter.

She pulled away, drawing in a mouthful of air. She laughed. “No fair. I’m almost naked, but you still have all your clothes on.”

He undid the top button of his shirt. “Well, let’s even things out, then.”

Guy removed his watch and cell phone and placed them on the dresser. With a little grin, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and extracted several square packets from within. After tossing the wallet on the dresser, he ambled back to the bed.

Blaise, now seated on the bed, plucked the condoms from his hand and laid them on the nightstand. As Guy unbuttoned his shirt, she tore open his belt, unzipped his slacks, and shoved them down his legs, leaving just his shorts.
Greedy girl.

He kicked off his shoes and socks, and between the two of them, they managed to get his pants off. They sank back onto the bedspread, kissing once again. Guy trailed his lips down her throat to her collarbone and lower. Blaise hissed and her core clenched as he nuzzled, then kissed her breast, catching her nipple in his mouth, sucking. Need pulsed through her, zipping right to her pussy. She squirmed, running her hands through his hair, over his shoulders.

As he kissed down her stomach, she opened her legs. God, she needed him there. When he pulled back and skimmed his fingers over the panel of her panties, sparks danced through her. Oh, God, it had been so long, and she was
so
close.

As he played, Guy watched her face, and for some reason that gaze was as intimate as his touch. A wave of heat shimmered through her. She had to close her eyes. A moment later, his fingers brushed her distended clit, and she stiffened, biting her lip. Her back arched, her legs trembled, and her toes curled as the delicious contractions of orgasm pulsed through her.

As the spasms subsided, leaving her loose and relaxed, she gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Didn’t know I’d go off so quick. Sorry about that.”

He tugged at her panties, and she lifted her hips a bit to allow him to slide them down her legs and off. “Don’t be sorry. I’m flattered.” He kissed the crease of her thigh. “Besides, we’re nowhere near finished. We just got started.”

She sighed as Guy dropped soft kisses down her leg to her knee, then moved to her other knee and worked his way up. He smiled as he reached the juncture of her thighs and teased her there. “I’m finding our novel very inspiring. The hero, what’s his name again?”

“He never says, just refers to himself as
I
.” Blaise shifted and opened her thighs in response to his playful fingers. Tingles shivered through her.

“That’s right. That scene in the harem, though. When he’s with the sultan’s favorite. She teaches him something that I’m just dying to try out.”

When he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue against her, she went still. The Heart of the Rose.

He taunted her, teased and played as she writhed on the bed, trying to move away and get closer all at once. His touch was too much, yet not nearly enough. Suddenly, she stopped fighting it and clutched his head, her fingers tangling in the coarse strands. “Oh. Please.” The pressure grew and grew until she thought she’d explode.

When he sucked her clit between his lips, her entire body tensed, and she combusted. White lights sparkled behind her eyes as her body stiffened and quivers of delight rolled through her.

Her eyes were still closed when he moved up and kissed her. She tasted her own tangy flavor on his lips. “Wow.” She sighed. “Just…wow.”

He laughed quietly beside her. “You’re good for a man’s ego. It’s not often I leave a woman speechless.”

She cracked an eyelid. “I find that hard to believe.”

Something else was hard. His rigid cock distended the front of his shorts. Black shorts. Mmm, sexy. How did she get so lucky?

It’s your time, Blaise. Grab all the gusto you can.

She didn’t want to be a selfish lover and do no more than take. She wanted to give. Guy had already given her two mind-blowing orgasms. Blaise wanted to return the favor, not only from a sense of fairness, but because this time with him would always be a special memory. She needed to know it would be special for him, too.

She turned toward him and stroked him through the cotton shorts. His cock butted her hand like a cat who demands to be petted. “You’re not the only one who’s been inspired.”

Together they peeled off his shorts, and she grasped the stalk of his impressive arousal, enjoying the weight and girth of him. She smoothed her thumb up the vein along the side of his cock, then swirled it around the shiny purple-red tip. “I’d like to try something I learned from the book. Something else the hero learned about in the harem scene…” She lowered her head to trail her tongue down his stiff shaft. “The Butterfly Kiss…”

She played with him and teased just as he’d done for her, licking and sucking. His clean, salty flavor thrilled her taste buds, his musky scent made her dizzy. She loved the way his eyelids lowered, how he hissed in pleasure. Being in control, exciting him, filled her with a delicious sense of power that fizzed and bubbled in her like sparkling wine.

Slowly, he pushed her away and withdrew. “Enough.”

He grabbed a condom and tore it open, his gaze never breaking with hers as he rolled the sheath down his shaft. He was the very picture of lust—his eyes hooded, his face rosy, his lips full—and Blaise gloried in knowing she inspired it.

When she would have lain on her back, Guy gently rolled her to her right side, facing away from him. “This way.” She bent her left leg at his urging, and he snugged up behind her, sliding his cock between her folds.

She trembled and gave a shuddery laugh. “I don’t remember this one. What’s it called?”

Tingles rippled through her as he pressed hot kisses behind her ear and along the back of her neck. “I don’t know. We haven’t gotten that far in the book.”

They both laughed, but her chuckles turned to gasps and moans as he pumped his hips back and forth, nudging her with his cock. “You like that?”

“Uh. Oh.” He expected a response? “Yes.” She thrust her pelvis back, wanting him urgently now. He took pity on her and entered her gradually, stretching her bit by bit. Oh, so good. But he was too slow, too careful. She got greedy again and pushed back hard. She groaned in delight, in utter satisfaction, when at last he filled her completely.

But he didn’t stay. As he moved forward and back, her body followed, writhing sinuously, trying to hold him. He pumped into her, palming her breast. He moved his hand lower, teasing between her thighs then pressing firmly on her clit. White-hot sparks crackled behind her closed eyelids. She turned her head blindly toward him, searching for his kiss. Her mouth found his as her pussy contracted around him, pulsing with the orgasm that washed over her. Guy’s other hand gripped her shoulder, and he stilled behind her in his own climax.

They kissed a while longer, lips and tongues playing softly until he slipped away and she sank face forward into the pillow. She drowsed a bit while he left the bed briefly—to get rid of the condom? When he returned, she flopped back toward him, snuggling against his warm, solid frame.

He chuckled as she nuzzled her nose against his neck. “Tickles.”

Blaise, drowsy and bit shy, smiled at him.
What happens now?
Was it time to dress and go home? Say “Thanks a lot, it’s been fun?” Was he waiting for her to make the first move? What did he want?

What do you want, Blaise? You’re just as much a part of this as he.

She wanted more.

The silence was abruptly broken by the loud grumble of her stomach. She slapped her palm to her middle. “Whoops.” She laughed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m hungry, too. We both skipped dinner.” He rolled off the bed and grabbed a menu from the side table. “How does room service sound?”

“Sounds great.”

Forty-five minutes later, she perched on the club chair in just her blouse and panties, biting into a tuna melt with a side of onion rings. Guy sat on the edge of the bed, wearing his shorts and working on a cheeseburger with French fries.

“Do you take the bus every day?” he asked.

They hadn’t yet exchanged last names, but it couldn’t hurt to share a few details of her life. Besides, she was curious about him, too.

“Yes. I work at the Lovell School.”

He looked impressed. “Oh, that’s the place for students with disabilities. You’re a teacher?”

She smiled but felt a twinge of worry that she might disappoint him. “No, I’m just an aide.”

He didn’t seem disappointed at all. “There’s nothing
just
about it. You’re really hands on with the students, then.”

“Yes. Well, we all pitch in, teachers included. The kids have a lot of challenges, but they’re amazing.”

His mouth widened into a grin. “Your face lights when you talk about it. You must love your job.”

“It took me a while to find my niche in life, I guess you could say. But you’re right, I do love it there.” Did he wonder why she wasn’t a teacher, why she hadn’t gone farther in life?

“You like helping people.”

Her cheeks went hot. “They’ve helped me just as much as I’ve helped them.”

His quizzical look asked
how so
? But he didn’t push, just left her an opening in case she wanted to elaborate. She found herself wanting to open up, to share something with him she’d shared with few others. “It’s more than just a job. The students there, the teachers…they’re like a second family.” The Lovell School had given her a purpose in life aside from her daughter.

He removed a hidden piece of tomato from his cheeseburger and set it aside on the plate. “Have you always wanted to work with kids?”

“I sort of stumbled into it.” She gestured to her plate. “Would you like some onion rings?”