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She’d dressed for success, as one of the tips to land a man had suggested. Feel sexy all over and you’ll look sexy all over. Or something.
    She lifted the hem of her dress. “These.”
    He looked down at the lace, framing the V at the apex of her thighs more than they concealed it. “I like them. A lot. But I think right now they have to go.”
    He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the underwear and drew them slowly down her legs, his body following the motion until he was on his knees in front of her.
    “Got any sex tips for me while I’m down here?” he asked, leaning in, his breath hot on her.
    Oh…jeez. A total stranger was eye level with the most intimate part of her. And she was more excited than embarrassed, which was epic in its amazingness.
    “I’ll get back to you. I can’t reach my cell phone right now. And I can’t think, either.”
    “I think I can improvise.” He leaned in, parting her gently with his fingers and flicking his tongue over her clit.
    She put her hands flat on the wall behind her, curling her nails against the smooth plaster as he slid his tongue over her slick flesh.
    “Spread your legs,” he said, his tone demanding. And she had no reason to disobey.
    He cupped her butt, blunt fingertips pressing into her skin as he licked her, sucked her, his tongue sliding deep inside her.
    She laced her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. Using him to keep her from melting into a puddle.
    He tugged her hard against his mouth as he continued to assault her with pleasure. She was so close…so close.
    Then he moved his hand, slid his fingers between her thighs and slipped one finger deep inside her. The penetration combined with his tongue’s expert movements pushed her over the edge.
    She was dizzy. Her blood pounding through her, her head fuzzy.
    Then he was kissing her. She could taste herself on him. Her desire, her loss of control, coating his lips, turning her on all over again. A reminder of what he had done for her.
    As if she needed a reminder when her body was still on fire.
    “We’ll make it to the bed later,” he said, tugging his shirt over his head, revealing toned, defined muscles she’d rarely seen outside of a magazine. She lived in Southern California and still, bodies as fine as his were hard to come by.
    “Okay,” she said, sure she sounded a little bit dim but not really caring.
    “I need you,” he growled, kissing her hard while he worked to free himself from his pants. “Now.”
    He shoved her dress up to her stomach and hooked her thigh up over his hip. “Shit.”
    “What?”
    He abandoned her for a moment, taking his wallet out of his back pocket before shoving his pants all the way down to the floor and kicking them aside. It took her a moment to realize what he was doing because her eyes were glued to his erection.
    He was a very, very big man.
    Just one more way he bested her ex. By inches. Which in this case counted for a lot.
    He took a condom out of his wallet, then looked at her, smiling when he saw just where she was looking. He rolled on the protection, the smug smile not fading.
    She had the belated thought that she should maybe try to look bored or something, but that ship had clearly sailed. She wasn’t bored. She was hotter than hell. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
    “Now,” she said.
    He resumed the position they’d been in just before he’d gotten the condom, testing her entrance with the head of his cock, pushing inside her slowly, the tendons in his neck standing out. He looked as though it was taking every ounce of his control to keep from coming.
    And nothing had ever looked hotter.
    He braced his hand on the wall as he filled her to the hilt, stretching her, a small grunt escaping his lips, a matching one on hers.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said, panting. “I’ve just never…not with anyone this…”
    “You’re okay?” he asked, genuinely concerned now.
    “If you stop, I’ll