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    The elevator bay doors opened up and h is living room came into view. “Welcome to my home.” He clasped his hand with hers , linking their fingers together to give her the grand tour in record time.
    “ Your home is bigger than my gallery.” Her laughter held a hint of nerves making the lilt change. “Why is everything still in boxes?”
    “I just transferred — flew in today. Now … there’s the dining room, the unstocked wet bar, kitchen. ” He walked her around stacked boxes drawing her down the hallway . He pushed his bedroom door open.
    “I’m impressed, but I’d be just as impressed if you had a hovel.” She let go of his hand when they entered his room. “Your décor is very masculine.”
    “Did you expect feminine?” Sloan tapped her on the ass, copping a feel of her little jiggle as he s tepped in after her, kicking the door shut behind him. He gave her a wolfish grin and began unbuttoning his shirt with slow , deft movements. Once unbuttoned , the shirt open , he studied her with the intensity of a hawk studying its’ prey. Her eyes drank in his physique. “Why don’t we make you more comfortable?”
    “Do you want me to strip for you?” Briar bit her bottom lip and jostled from foot to foot.
    “Baby, I plan on peeling your clothes off layer by layer.” He honed in on the sudden intake of her breath and pressed the subject . “Tell me , do you like what you see?” Years of working hard on and off the field gave him a sculpted body he wasn’t ashamed of.
    “Yes.” Briar swallowed hard . He took in the trembling of her fingers pressed to her lips.
    “What about me d o you like?” He advanced on her.
    “Your arms are huge, abs are lickable, pec s are bunched . ” E yes widened, she gravi tated forward as if to touch him , but stopped just shy, a low soft moan left her lips.
    Sloan slid his hand up her silk shirt and re moved the suspenders that rested on either side of her bountiful globes. B utton by button , the fabric slipped a side to reveal the sexiest lavender and black lace bra known to man. Her breasts were pushed up, precariously close to spilling out. He cupped his hands around each one and groaned. “God , you’re beautiful.” His cock throbbed hot, expanded, pulsated behind his button-fly jeans. Her nipples hardened under his palm. “They fit perfect ly in my hands . ” H e bent his head and flicked his tongue over her skin along the edge of the material , then pursed his lips and blew a stream of air .
    “Don’t stop . ”
    “Oh, I don’t plan on stopping any time soon . ” H e dipped a hand in to her trousers. The button gave quickly , the soft fabric teased his fingertips, sliding down her legs. He moved his attention from her breasts to lift her long legs , admiring her shoes. “Damn, perfect hips. I’m a hip and ass man.” He chuckled , lett ing his palms roam over her ass, marveling how perfectly the halves filled them. His mind boggled as his gaze fell on her lavender thong. Just one rip and he’d have her bare skin.
    Briar sighed. “Ass and hips? I thought you were a breast man.”
    “Hmm, definitely ass and hips.” He picked her up. “Wrap those long legs around me . ”
    “Where are you takin ’ me?”
    “On a hard, fast trip , ” h e said with a growl in her ear.
    “Fast? Not too fast, I hope .” Briar sighed again when he lowered her onto his large bed.
    “I’m a heavy hitter, not a minute man…” He reached over to his nightstand and took out a foil package. “Hungry?” He took his sweet time to disrobe while watching her expression change from curiosity to ravenous. He unfastened each button, no boxer briefs lay beneath his jeans, just sprigs of coarse hair and his rock hard cock.
    “Starved , ” s he replied in earnest.
    Sloan adjusted his cock before kicking off his jean s . He tossed his shirt onto the chair next to his bed and moved between her legs. “So much bounty here.” He ran his