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    Simon raised his arms and pulled his T-shirt off as her mouth followed its progress.
    Elyse tugged on his belt, but lost all focus when, with a flick of his fingers, her bra fell open. She wasn’t very well endowed, but then most dancers weren’t. She was unprepared for the look of blindsided awe that stole over his face.
    “You’re perfect.”
    Under his gaze, she felt perfect. It was a good thing she knew better. She went back to work on his pants, which became impossible when he all but tossed her on the bed. Before she knew it, her jeans were unsnapped, unzipped, and his hand slid beneath her panties as he drew her breast into his hot mouth.
    “Oh, God.” It was as if her brain hit overload and completely shut down—she couldn’t think, she couldn’t move, she could only feel. Everything. The rasp of his whiskers against her breast. His thick calloused fingers slipping between her thighs. The heat of his mouth and the chill of the overhead fan on her flushed skin. She’d gotten to third base before, but had never felt like this.
    By the time she regrouped, he was trailing kisses down her ribcage and her pants and panties had disappeared. When had that happened?
    “Simon?”
    He answered with a smile as he moved toward her bikini line, stopping only to dip his tongue into her belly button at the same time he slid his hand up to the apex of her thighs.
    As if they had a mind of their own, her legs opened, and she watched Simon as he stared at her and then dipped his head.
    By the time she figured out what he was doing, she tried to close her legs and ended up trapping his head between her thighs.
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    Simon watched Fitz’s face as her confusion morphed into embarrassment, closely followed by shock. He knew those looks too, but when presented with the feast before him, he didn’t waste time thinking about how. Her scent drew him like an orchid to Georgia O’Keeffe.
    He slid his tongue over her for the first taste, and her powerful thighs sandwiched his head, either in avoidance or to entrap—he wasn’t sure which. But even her thighs tight against his ears couldn’t muffle the sound of her shocked pleasure.
    Simon couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste. After a few moments, her thighs fell open, her heels dug into the bed, and she grabbed a handful of his hair, anchoring his mouth to her. Not that she had to. He was happy to stay right where he was for as long as she wanted.
    She was hot, wet, swollen, and responsive as hell. He took his time, building her up and teasing her with his mouth, torturing her with his tongue, enjoying her response to his slightest touch. Tension raged through her body.
    He pressed his hips flat on the mattress, more on edge than he’d ever been while still clothed from the waist down. He slipped his finger inside her, pressed his tongue hard against the bundle of nerves he’d only circled, curled his finger—and she went off like a bottle rocket. Her body convulsed around his finger as he slid another in, her muscles drawing him deeper, massaging, gripping, milking him as she came apart around him. He’d never seen anyone more beautiful, but at that moment, he couldn’t remember anyone that came before her.
    By the time she settled, he had his pants off, a condom at the ready, and had pulled her into his arms, enjoying the way her body fit against his.
    Her hands roamed his chest, each round moving lower until she stopped and stared into his eyes. “Hey, I thought I was supposed to undress you.” She seemed shocked to find him naked.
    “Next time.” And if he had anything to say about it, there would be a next time, and a time after that, and a time after that.
    She didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow before kissing a path from his neck, teasing his flat nipples and dragging a groan out of him. Her fingers traced his abs followed by her tongue, as her long hair slid over his skin like a silk blanket.
    “I’ve never done this before,” she