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no such inhibitions. Hedonism never had a better mascot than him. Or maybe me. No, both of us together. I smile as I separate our bodies only long enough to strip my sweater off.
    “Is that new?” He eyes my sheer black bra, littered with sequins and a sprinkle of pave diamonds. “I would remember if I had seen it before. You probably don’t want me to rip it off you, right?”
    “You’re learning.” I shimmy for him, loving the transfixed stare he latches on to the jiggling of my breasts. Best not to tempt him too much. I really do adore this addition to my lingerie hoard. “I think you deserve a reward.”
    I reach behind my back to unhook the garment, worth every exorbitant penny. Rick’s tongue practically lolls from his mouth as he watches the show. I have to raise an eyebrow to keep him in place when he starts to sit up. I let the straps fall from my shoulders then peel the band from my torso. I keep one of my forearms pressed to my breasts to pin the garment in place.
    He swallows hard.
    I smile then let my hand drop, taking the delicate fabric with it. I barely have to lean forward before Rick lunges up, returning the attention I paid him. He cups my ribs in his broad hands as he situates my torso in the optimal position for his assault. I clutch his hair, pinning his face tight to my chest as he demonstrates impressive flair of his own.
    “Mmph.” Despite years of practice, even I can’t decipher what he intended to say with his mouth full of my breasts. He ruins my concentration.
    We laugh together. I separate us a fraction of an inch. His breath buffets my nipple, making it harder, if such a thing is possible. “I said, ‘Please tell me that bra has matching panties.’”
    “You wouldn’t prefer me bare?”
    “Shit, are you?” His hands travel down my back to my ass, anchoring me as he grinds us together.
    “Why don’t you find out?” I brace myself on one palm behind me even as he shifts, turning the tables. He looms over me, stealing one last taste of my lips before kissing a trail down the center of my belly. “Wait!”
    He pauses when I squeak.
    “There. Right there. Do that again.” I nudge his head until his lips hover over the spot he’d inadvertently electrified. Just above my hipbone, toward my center an inch or two.
    The rumble generated by his hum of approval threatens to send me into instantaneous orgasm. I try to relax, hoping to diminish the intensity. He refuses to allow me to hide behind the tools of my trade.
    “No. Let me give you pleasure. Don’t ever deny us that.” He nuzzles my stomach, making me purr with the scrape of his slight scruff. “Please, Sarah.”
    I shudder, surrendering to the moment, when he tries again. Even if he tips me into bliss by accident, I can claw my way there again and again when he treats me like this—a treasure, a rare and priceless find.
    As if he knows exactly how much I can stand, he shifts. His hands work the button of my jeans then slide the zipper low. He buries his face in the gap left behind, licking the edge of the black lace barely shielding my smooth, waxed mound from view.
    I can’t wait to model the rest for him. Squirming, I help him peel my skinny jeans from my hips, down my thighs then lift my legs for him to slip them off my feet. I hear the dull thwap of fabric landing in a pool somewhere outside our sphere of blended lust and love.
    He massages my feet then my calves, paying homage to every square inch of me as though he’s never before seen the flesh he so recently revealed. When he gets to my thighs, his thumbs pressing a trough through the knotted muscle there, he can’t avoid peering at the pretty wrapping over the core of my body.
    The tiny lace panel in front leads to an intricate web of satin strings. They give the impression of the traditional panty shape while leaving maximum skin bared. Each intersection of the wispy strands is embellished with a sparkling stone.
    He traces one of the geometric