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scream, her body tightening, shaking. She felt wrecked when it was over. Drained, sated and, at the same time, hungry for more. She needed her clothes off. They were too tight, the fabric heavy on her skin, constricting.
    Weird because it was a tailored outfit and it had felt fine earlier.
    But she didn’t feel like the same person. She didn’t feel like she was in the same body.
    That could have something to do with it.
    “I broke the rules,” he said, kissing the side of her neck, his teeth scraping the delicate skin there. “Sorry about that.”
    He didn’t sound sorry at all. Fair enough. She wasn’t, either.
    “No need to apologize,” she said.
    “Good. Because I’m going to need you to take your clothes off now.”
    He helped her get her feet back on the ground, and he released his hold on her. “Take your clothes off,” he said, his eyes burning into her.
    She found herself obeying. Immediately. Because it was what she wanted. To get rid of these clothes. To be pressed up against him. Skin-to-skin.
    “You, too,” she said, working the buttons on her blouse with shaking fingers.
    She’d never been entirely comfortable with her body. She lacked curves. There was no dramatic swooping in at her waist. Her torso was slim, but straight up and down, and her hips were barely bumps. To say nothing of her A-cups.
    She felt like he was expecting her to unveil a work of art, and instead of Matisse, he was about to get
Spaghetti Splattered on a Canvas by Monkeys
. Okay, not that bad, but she didn’t really consider herself worthy of the level of concentration, the level of excitement, in his eyes.
    She undid the top button, then the next and he put his hand over the front of his jeans, squeezing himself. That big masculine hand caressing his own body was a sight that nearly sent her over the edge.
    Again. Already.
    He was magic, or something. Orgasm was a rare, elusive creature for her. One that she caught glimpses of through the forest, only to have it vanish into nothingness the moment her partner sneezed while still inside of her, or something.
    She doubted even a sneeze could scare this one off. It was some kind of super breed of climax. Rarer, it seemed, than the regular ones, but not as skittish.
    He wasn’t even touching her, and she was close—so close her heart rate was in high gear. With each button opened, he looked more intensely at her.
    She shrugged her top off and let it fall to the floor, and he groaned, curling his hands around his length and squeezing. He didn’t seem to mind that her cups did not overflow.
    Boosted by that, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall down her arms. Then she shook it loose and let it join her shirt on the floor.
    Not the sexiest move, perhaps, but he didn’t seem to care. He was looking at her like she was the first woman he’d ever seen naked.
    Though, she wasn’t naked yet. She pushed her pencil skirt down, wiggling her hips and taking her underwear down along with it.
    “Now you,” she said, not sure where she found her voice. Her throat felt too tight to force words out, and somehow she had. Maybe because she needed to see him naked. More than she needed air. Like now.
    He unsnapped the jeans and shoved them down his thighs. Those thighs. They were every bit as amazing as she’d imagined. People would go broke putting coins in those old peepshow things just to see those thighs.
    Hot. Damn.
    Then she looked up just a bit and she really couldn’t breathe anymore.
    Never mind. If all
that
was on offer in the peepshow she would go bankrupt. She would be found on her hands and knees on the sidewalk looking for spare change. Because he had absolutely the most impressive piece of male equipment she’d ever seen in her life.
    “What?” he asked.
    “What?”
    “You’re staring.”
    “Well...yes. I am.”
    “Why are you staring at my cock?”
    The way he said that word, such a dirty word that you didn’t hear in polite