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maleness throbbing against her behind, hungry for more. He kissed her ear then sat up, resting on his elbow, and rubbed her body with his artistic fingers, circling her nipples till they were all hard and pointed. Then he placed his warm lips on them and sucked them while his hand moved down toward her wetness. He touched her there, rubbing her button with his thumb while his other fingers went in her slow and deep.
    â€œYou’re ready for me again, aren’t you?” he asked. She moaned, kissing him with her warm, soft lips, their tongues playing tag with each other. Part of her wanted him so badly, yet she stopped. She slipped out of bed and walked over to the fireplace. She lit it to warm the chill in the air. The weather had taken a cool dip at the end of the day. She proceeded to light some candles and kept studying him as she moved across the room.
    They lay together in front of the fire and talked. He confirmed that he was younger than her, and then told her how he preferred mature women. He’d had enough of the fluttery girls. He wanted someone more stable. “You know, as soon as I saw you I wanted you, but was afraid that you would not want me.” He looked over at her and liked her hair, still damp, cascading across the satin pillow, her face glimmering in the candlelight. She was incredible to him and he began to wish he wasn’t attending a school so far away and that he didn’t have to tell her that he’d soon be gone.

Chapter 3
JULY FOURTH HOT BUFFET
    L ondon took Todd’s news—that distance would keep them from continuing—in stride. Pleasure without pressure, she reminded herself. He had been there when she needed. She’d move on to the next one or the next thing. She longed for Deacon and logged on to the internet, hoping to connect with him, but had to settle for interesting conversations with other online friends since Deacon was too busy to chat. The others would tantalize her with sexy, suggestive remarks, but they only made her crave Deacon even more. She longed for his touch and especially his warm kisses.
    She heard a video call chime in over her laptop, just as she was daydreaming about him. Deacon! She quickly checked her own image on the screen, fluffing her hair and pursing her lips before clicking to answer his call. She melted at the sight of him, lounging in his black leather chair, smiling back at her. Behind him, she could see glossy teakwood office furniture and a breathtaking view of the cityscape through the wall-to-wall windows of his corner office in Europe. He wore a white silk shirt and black tie. She wanted to reach right through the computer and grab him in a delicious embrace.
    â€œHey, my baby, want to play?” he asked, eyes glistening.
    She gave him that come-hither look as she sauntered over to the bed, carrying the laptop with her. She stood back and untied her black satin robe, letting it flow to the floor, revealing her new black-and-white lace teddy. She stroked the tops of her black thigh-high stockings and snapped her garter belt as she spun around, giving him a tantalizing show. He gasped in approval. She slithered onto the bed, turning the laptop so he could follow her, and she reached into the nightstand to select a toy. She smiled as she got her vibrator out.
    â€œI am so ready for you.”
    The satin sheets caressed her skin and she swayed, gently rubbing herself with her toy. Deacon penetrated her with his eyes and his commands, all of which she complied with.
    â€œOh, baby, I’m so hard for you,” he said as he eased back farther in his chair. She could see his rising manhood in his hand.
    â€œI’m rubbing myself as I think of your wetness and how tight you are. I so long to be inside of you again, to feel your wetness on me, with your silky walls hugging me . . .” His voice faded into a groan.
    â€œYes, I feel you . . . oh my God, Deacon, you feel so good, so