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and Sarah found she liked it. She also enjoyed the way he laughed as he
devoured every last drop of champagne from her neck and the tiny pool formed by
her collarbone. Now that the edge had been taken off her sexual frustration,
his stubble tickled. Sarah couldn’t suppress her laughter.
    “An absolute bloody loon.” David shook his head, his tone
letting her know he didn’t mind at all. Abruptly, he pushed her back on the
bed, covering her body with his. He treated her to a deeply passionate kiss
that smothered Sarah’s laughter and brought the sharp edge of need right back.
    He slid his hands over her body, settling on the swell of
her breasts and squeezing lightly. He watched how her flesh puckered beneath
his touch and groaned. “I want you so bad, Sarah.”
    Sarah reached between their bodies to rediscover that
evidence for herself. When her hand closed around David’s length, he winced.
“Lady, I’m sorry. I didn’t come prepared.”
    His meaning sunk in, stilling Sarah’s hand and her heartbeat.
Dear Lord, he really had to be new at this if he hadn’t even thought of that .
The notion pleased her more than it should have. She appreciated the knowledge
that she was his first…client.
    Sarah. You’re a client, not a lover or a friend. That
little detail kept slipping her mind, particularly when David looked at her as
he was now, as if she was a surprising gift he wanted to spend hours
unwrapping.
    Sarah was more than a little surprised herself. Everything
about this evening was different than anticipated because the man lying on top
of her wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She’d thought she’d be seduced, played
like a fiddle, but she was the one playing the seducer. She liked the idea
almost as much as she’d liked laughing with David.
    “Not to worry.” She smiled and rolled him over so he lay
beneath her. “Prepared is my middle name.”
    Reaching into the bedside drawer, Sarah found the box of
condoms she’d put there earlier and extracted one. She disregarded the tube of
lubrication she’d also left there. She’d worried she might be too awkward
during this encounter to get wet on her own but it turned out she didn’t need
any help in that department.
    David watched, his intense focus like a brand on her skin as
Sarah rolled the protection over his engorged member. The hot column of muscle
filled her hand and made her dampen at the thought of it burrowing deep into
her body. When her fingers brushed his testes she found them taut and full.
    Sarah surveyed the abundance of rock-solid male flesh laid
out beneath her, ready for her to use however she wished. Despite the intense
orgasm she’d already had, she found herself impatient once more. Grabbing the
base of David’s shaft, Sarah positioned herself and sank onto the stiff pole in
one move.
    Groaning, David grasped her waist, holding her down on him.
His face was a mask of tortured pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as his jaw
set in a tense line. Sarah rocked and his fingers dug into her upper thighs.
“Sarah, wait. Give me a second to get my breath.”
    Sarah arched a brow and continued to set a steady rhythm,
taking off her bra and tossing it aside as she rode him. “Why would I do that?”
    “To save my sanity.” He gritted his teeth as she rotated her
hips. His concentration was trained on her now-bare breasts with hot appreciation.
“You’re so tight and wet. It’s all I can do not to come right this second.”
    “You’ll manage.” Sarah grinned, somehow knowing it was true.
David would wait for her to reach satisfaction before he let go, no matter what
it cost him. He was simply that innately thoughtful. Thoughtful, inventive,
funny and too deliciously sexy to believe. Oh, why hadn’t she met him in
different circumstances?
    If it weren’t for these circumstances you wouldn’t have
met him at all. He was a gigolo, a stud, an escort. Sarah had to remind
herself, again, that she’d hired David. He wouldn’t be