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waistband and lifted the tab on his zipper. Slowly, with both of them watching the snail-speed progress, she drew the tab down, unzipping his pants one set of metal teeth at a time.
    The sound echoed in the room, or at least it sounded that way to his heightened senses.
    By the time she reached the bottom, his cock was pressing against the fly of his cotton knit boxers and he had to grab her hands.
    “If you so much as touch me, the party’s going to end right here.”
    “Really?” Eyes wide, she stared innocently up at him. Innocent like a barracuda …
    He leaned close and kissed the big grin off her mouth. Damn, but her lips were so good, full, and warm, and when he lifted her against him and felt the soft press of her warm breasts against his chest, his whole body shivered with the shock of connection, the full knowledge that he needed to be inside Mandy now. He broke the kiss, inhaled, exhaled, sucked in another deep breath, and turned them both toward the bed.
    When he fell, it was with Mandy on top of him. She landed with her knees to either side of his thighs, her hands grasping his shoulders. He lifted just enough to grab the nipple on her left breast between his lips, sucking it into his mouth, pressing the tautly furled tip with the flat of his tongue.
    Her body was sleek and warm, her nipple a hard knot of puckered flesh between his lips, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
    She moaned and arched her back, but then she was scrambling out of his reach, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and tugging them down his hips. His boxers went with the denim, though she had to pause and lift the elastic over his erection. Biting back a terribly unmanly sigh of relief, Marc raised his hips so Mandy could pull all the offending cotton over his ass, down his legs, and off.
    She sat back on her heels and stared at him. His cock twitched, standing there between his thighs, leaning most obscenely in Mandy’s direction. He thought of it as a homing device and almost laughed when that simple thought had him swelling harder, larger.
    Raising her head, Mandy made eye contact and then slowly shook her head. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me, Mr. Reed.”
    He laughed. It was so simple—she made him happy. He’d enjoyed her friendship from the very beginning, but this? He’d been afraid to even dream of something like this, but he grabbed Mandy at the waist, rolled with her, and held her down with his cock planted firmly against the silky, sexy, pink panties.
    So close, but he had to know. “Promise me this won’t change us? That you won’t be angry and want me out of your life? I’m so afraid of ruining what we have.”
    “You sure you’re not just concerned about missing out on Lola’s cooking if we screw this friendship up?”
    He really did have to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “There is that, and yes, I’ve taken it into consideration. I’m her boss. I can always install a kitchen at the office.”
    “I see.” She ran her fingertip along his jawline and sighed dramatically. “Then I guess we’ll just have to wing it.” The laughter, the twinkling humor in her eyes sort of faded away as she studied him. “I want you now, Marc. I can’t imagine this being anything but wonderful.”
    There really wasn’t a response for that. Not verbally, anyway. He dipped his head and ran his tongue around the nipple on her left, the one on her right. Suckled that taut bud between his lips, tugging enough to wring a moan from Mandy. He repeated the process on the left one, used his lips and teeth this time.
    Her short, sharp pants had to be an affirmative response. He hoped.
    He kissed his way down her ribcage, mouthing each rib’s rise and fall until he reached the sleek skin over her stomach, tasting her, not following any rules or thoughts beyond what felt right, what he wanted, what he hoped Mandy wanted. Inhaling her subtle fragrance, tasting the unique flavors that were all Mandy,