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in the house when she was younger. He bent forward and took a nipple in his mouth, the suction and nips causing her knees to buckle.
    She clutched his hair, overwhelmed by the delicious sensations he inspired and holding him in place so he wouldn’t stop. He chuckled and slipped his hands down her back to cup her ass as he feasted. She tugged his mouth up to hers for another drugging kiss.
    They broke the kiss with a mutual groan. He was breathing heavily, obviously as affected as she was. The room spun but this time it wasn’t just the effect of the alcohol. It was a drug of a completely different kind—Jason.
    She looked deeper into the room, at the king-sized bed reminding her why they were there.
    As if sensing her hesitation, he touched her cheek so she faced him. “Are you sure? No doubts?”
    Her eyes met his with cool confidence. “Absolutely.” She was ready, as if she had been waiting a lifetime for this one night. After tonight, she’d go back to being that other woman, the good girl who never could do anything right. But for now, she could be this wanton, asking for what she wanted, living in the sensation.
    A fleeting look crossed his face—doubt, suspicion, something else she couldn’t define. “And no one is coming through the door with a camera or some other trick?”
    “Why would there be cameras? You’re not some kind of porn star are you?” Her father would kill her if she were caught in a compromising situation with a porn star.
    “You’re not a reporter, right?”
    “Of course not. I’m in…marketing.” She paused, trying to find the right words to describe what she did.
    He noted the hesitation in her voice, and he stepped back. Stacia froze. Was he dumping her too? Had she done something wrong?
    Before he could change his mind, or reject her, she drew him deeper in the room. Kneeling on the bed, she pushed off her blouse and bra, her breasts firm and ready for attention. She cupped her breasts and held them out to him, her fingers tugging her nipples, taunting him, begging for his touch.
    He stepped forward, reaching for her. His cool hands replaced hers, and he kneaded her breasts, flicking her nipples with this thumbs. Sensations buffeted her and her head fell back and she wallowed in them. The urge to touch, to taste, overwhelmed her. She ran her fingers under the shirt, tracing the ripples of his abdominal muscles, the smooth, hot skin. His firm pecs muscles accented by nipples that pebbled under her fingertips. She pushed the shirt up and pressed her lips to the tight bud, sucking hard, squeezing and exploring his torso with her fingertips.
    Jason groaned and tumbled her back onto the bed, holding her wrists above her head in one hand. He dove in for a deep kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips, darting at the corners then tracing the opening. Her tongue pursued his, tangling and stroking, then ducking back inside. He followed her, tracing her tongue and teeth. She moaned, her desire higher than before. Her legs tossed restlessly. She twisted, turned, ached for a deeper connection. He threw a leg over her, pinning her to the bed. Her head fell back and he tongued his way down her neck, nibbling along her muscles, licking her pulse beating wildly under the skin. Shivered under the onslaught, her muscles going boneless and weak in the moment.
    He swept his other hand down her bare torso and dipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, beneath her panties to her core. She bowed her back, sensations zinging across her skin and she gasped, then moaned his name.
    He brushed the jeans down, along with her panties. She kicked them out of the way wanting nothing between her and his hot, bare skin. She twisted a leg up and over him encountering denim.
    “No fair,” she gasped. “I want you naked too.”
    He chuckled deep in his chest, the rumble transferring to her through their contact. He rolled onto his back, releasing her legs and arms, then spread his arms and lay back.