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grind against his fingers.
    “Please,” she heard herself whisper brokenly.
    Instantly he was on her mouth, licking and worrying her lip. It stung a little, but when he rubbed his hand against her again she didn’t feel it anymore. Her whole world concentrated on that small place between her legs.
    She was so wet, she was sure the table would soon be slippery with the evidence of her lust. Her sex was so hungry, so empty.
    She could feel Julian hard against her hip. But the last time she had reached for him he’d punished her.
    Grace moaned helplessly.
    Julian’s hand disappeared.
    She opened her eyes to see him slide the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. He spun her so that he was between her legs.
    When he crawled toward her, she had to shut her eyes.
    His tongue touched the base of her vagina and the pleasure was so intense she saw stars behind her eyelids.
    He growled with pleasure and began to lap at her enthusiastically.
    Grace’s control over herself was lost and she lifted her hips to meet his mouth.
    His arm pressed against her hips, pinning her to the table.
    And his tongue, oh, his ruthless, clever tongue. Julian caressed and teased her. Adjusting his rhythm to avoid giving her relief, he would lick up to her clitoris, then suckle it lightly and move downward again.
    Hours could have passed or merely moments. Grace was frozen in time, praying for him to have mercy on her.
    Julian eased a teasing finger against her without penetrating.
    She could feel herself opening, her sex begging him.
    Slowly, so slowly, he pressed inward and again she saw stars as he found the magical place inside her and kneaded it gently.
    There was a low sound, growing louder. Grace realized belatedly that it was her own keening.
    “Fuck,” Julian whispered.
    Then she felt his mouth on her clitoris again. He flicked his tongue back and forth then suckled hard.
    Grace came frantically, tightening like a vice on his finger, shamelessly crushing herself against his mouth. The pleasure seemed to consume her, and her life flashed before her eyes.
    She was tottering down Harvard Avenue looking up at the treetops meeting overhead. The co-president of the Chess Club was pinning a tiger-lily corsage on her for prom. She was shooting her service weapon at the police academy. She was digging a bullet out of her best friend’s shoulder. She was meeting a man in the garden of an abandoned house. She was falling in love.
    When she opened her eyes, Julian was looking down at her. His lips were parted, as though he were trying to experience it all with her.
    She reached for him, with her hands, with her heart, with her very soul.
    He fell into her arms and covered her face with tiny kisses.
    “Please,” she whispered for the third time.
    This time he obeyed. In a flash he was on his feet, stepping out of the rest of his clothes. He removed his watch and laid it on the chair with her gun belt.
    “ Disponat vobis ,” he said to the table.
    Grace felt it shift beneath her, but didn’t tremble. One moment she was lying on the hard wood surface, the next she was cradled in impossibly soft bedding.
    “ Succendunt ignem ,” he told the overhead light.
    Instead of a halogen bulb in a fixture, Grace was suddenly looking up at a flickering gas lantern.
    “Is this okay?” he asked her. His voice was tight with need.
    She smiled and held her arms out to him again.
    He leapt into the nest of bedding and caged her head with his hands. His eyes were so blue now that it was hard for her to concentrate on what he said next.
    “You’ve been a very good girl,” he whispered. “I’m going to make love to you now, but you need to be still so I can make it good for you, darling one. Can you do that for me, Grace?”
    She nodded up at him, slowly.
    “Beloved,” he murmured, dipping his head to kiss her.
    She could feel him, hot and so hard against her. He caught his breath and then pressed himself inside her, so slowly Grace thought she would die.
    Once