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to touch him she could hardly pop the
button of his slacks. Her fingers brushed his hard abs and she felt his muscles
clench beneath her feather-light touch.
      Slowly,
she slipped his zipper down and his erection sprang free. She’d expected he’d
wear boxers or something, but there he was in all his fabulous glory. Reaching
out, she brushed her fingers along his length, smiling when he hardened further
beneath her hand and groaned his pleasure.
      He
released his hold on her knee and reached into his trouser pocket. Slipping on
a condom, he pulled her knee up tight to his side again.
    She felt the nudge of his cock against her and
closed her eyes. She was so wet, so hot, she wondered briefly where all this
sexual desire had been hiding. She’d never once felt like this with Trevor. Not
even close.
      Ethan
pushed the tip of his cock against her sex, sucked in a breath, and plunged
inside her.
    Amber gasped, gripping his shirt for something
to hold on to as need drove her senses into turmoil.
    Ethan eased back a little, then drove hard
inside her again. His fingers dug into her knee as he began to pump. “You’re
tight. Beautiful and tight.”
      Amber
held on to him for dear life as he thrust into her. The rhythm was fast and
hard. No mercy. She loved it.
      Incredibly, she felt herself nearing climax again. How was it possible?
She’d never had a climax when Trevor was inside her. How was it that she was
near now? She had no more time to question it, because she came hard and fast
seconds before Ethan spurted into the condom.
      He
slumped against her, driving her back against the wall. “Shit,” he growled
against her throat. “Shit.”
      Amber
couldn’t say anything. She was incapable of speech right then.
    After a few moments, he reached his hands to
either side of her face, kissed her, and then pulled slowly out of her. “Amber?”
      “Hmm?”
For the first time in her life she felt as if she’d been well and truly
serviced. She smiled at the thought, marveling at how she could have gone her
whole adult life without being fucked so fabulously.
      She
watched as he bent down and retrieved her panties, her eyes widening when he
stuffed them into his pocket.
      As she
started pulling her dress down, he caught her hands. He stared down at her,
then reached his hand out to cup her mound. “You’re beautiful,” he said in a
husky tone. “I want you again and again.”
    A feeling of power shuddered through her.
Feminine, sexual power. It was heady and so welcome she wanted to wiggle her
hips in a triumphant dance. She flipped an imaginary middle finger at Trevor,
her lips curling into a smile as she looked at the desire still burning in
Ethan’s eyes.
    For a few seconds her smile wavered as Trevor’s
taunt pushed into the periphery of her thoughts, yet Ethan had said he wanted
her, again and again, which meant she can’t have been that bad. That made it
one up to her in the scheme of things, but Ethan’s enthusiasm was fair enough
when weighed against a quickie in a dark shop doorway. What would he think when
her clothes were off and he was faced with the naked truth of who she was, or
rather how she looked? Too late now ,
she thought as she pulled the edges of her bolero together. She’d come too far
along the path of liberation to throw in the towel.
    “Let’s forget about Papa Niko’s,” Ethan said,
breaking into her thoughts. “There are things I want to do to you and they
can’t wait.”
    Since the feeling was mutual, she nodded. She
couldn’t believe how much she wanted him and hoped this wouldn’t turn out to be
one huge mistake. She’d soon find out.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Ethan wondered how he had gone from fucking
Amber in a shop doorway to inviting her back to his place. He never invited
women to his place.
    Usually, they went to the woman’s place or to
Marco’s. Marco had no problem letting him use his spare bedroom despite ragging
him about his utilitarian