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knotted tight and billowed out, overtaking every part of me. I was left limp and completely spent, and still he continued.
    "You feel so good. I can feel you, pulsing around me, sucking and releasing, drawing me in and easing me out. God, so good." He held himself above me, once again rigidly still.
    I could feel him inside me, thick and quivering, and still so very full. And as soon as my body subsided, it rose to meet him again. That impossible fullness, the pressure , built with alarming speed as he circled his hips slow and tight, massaging every part of me inside.
    "Oh, God." I pleaded, unsure what I wanted, what I needed, but knowing that Luca held the answer. "Please."
    "Again?" He continued the maddening slow circles. His cock drilled deeper, then receded like the tide, still present without overwhelming me.
    My insides clenched at the thought. This man inside me, over me, taking care of me, he waited until I was ready to continue. I nodded unsteadily. I would take all he offered. "Yes."
    "I want you to come again, Mari." He eased out and back in, like a gentle, intimate caress. He repeated the motion with that same slow patience. "Can you? Can you come for me again?"
    I continued nodding, unsure what more I could give as reassurance. "Yes, Luca, please."
    His eyes glinted as I said his name and he changed his pace in an instant, his movement no longer languid. He moved his hips with drill-press precision and intensity, driving through rather than in to me.
    "I won't last long." He grunted, his breath hot on my face.
    "Yes." It didn't matter. I was already spiraling, building to crescendo, so close to orgasm for the third time in just a few minutes. My body drew tight, an aching sphere inside me fracturing beneath the constant pounding pressure.
    "Luca."I gripped his shoulders, trying again to leave my mark, and whispered his name as I came apart beneath him. "God, yes . . .Luca."
    He stroked in hard once more, then shuddered, his hips arched hard into mine. He collapsed on top of me, my name on his lips. "Mari, Mari, Mari." He whispered it over and over as he emptied himself, quivering and jerking between my thighs.
    He kissed my lips gently, my name moving from his lips to mine, as I slipped into darkness with his weight pressing me heavily into the mattress.

Chapter 3
     
    "Well?" Rachel stood before me, hands on her hips as she tapped her foot. She looked every bit like a demanding school teacher waiting for an unruly child's homework.
    I continued reviewing our schedule for the upcoming week. "Well, what?"
    "Oh my God! Mari, tell me what happened with Mr. I'm Too Sexy for My Clothes!" She stomped her foot as extra punctuation.
    I took mercy on her and looked up from my work. "He is pretty hot, isn't he?"
    "Thermonuclear. Damn." Rachel fanned herself with a stack of menus. "Where the hell did you find him?"
    "I told you, online." I wasn't particularly proud of that detail. In the past, I'd made fun of others who did the same with no-holds-barred ruthlessness. I though t the whole concept absurd. Exactly how desperate does a person need to be to trust the Internet in the role of Cupid? I braced myself for ridicule from Rachel. After all, I deserved it.
    "It's just so romantic." She hugged herself and spun in a circle. When she finished, she flopped onto the sofa in the corner of my office with Scarlett O'Hara flair.
    "If you say so." I laughed and rolled my eyes. Romantic was not a word I would apply to the things Luca did to me Saturday night. Not by a long shot.
    "When are you seeing him again?" She perched on the edge of the couch and leaned in like the extra six inches would make a difference in how well she'd be able to hear me.
    I shrugged. I left while Luca was still sleeping since waking up together wasn't on either of our lists. I sent him a brief email that was the modern equivalent to "I had a great time, babe."He responded with the classic "I'll call you" blow -off line.
    Realistically, our meeting