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the hallway. He led her into the first room, a room of soft blues and beiges (“surf and sand,” he joked quietly, leading her to the double bed and starting to kiss around her mouth).
    He undressed her without saying a word, letting his hands, his fingers, do all the talking. When she reached over to unbutton his shirt, he moved just out of her reach, pulling back the bed covers and guiding her inside them. “Let me,” he said, his voice very low, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. “Let me do everything.” Donna had never heard anything as sexy as those four words sounded.
    She watched as he took off his shirt and slipped out of his shoes and socks. Donna felt she should perhaps avert her eyes as he lowered his jeans and shorts but she didn’t, couldn’t. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
    He crawled into bed beside her and immediately took her in his arms, his lips moving softly over hers. They kissed for what seemed like an incredibly prolonged period and yet simultaneously felt like no time at all.
    Everything he did was more than she had hoped. The way he touched her, moved her, stimulated her, while demanding nothing in return. At one point, she had moved to take him in her mouth, but he had caught her hair with his hand and brought her body over his, positioning her open legs directly above his waiting mouth and lowering her slowly down.
    “Let me—” she whispered later, using his words.
    “No,” he said, again moving just out of her reach and sliding his head down her body, his hands remaining on her breasts. “I want it all,” he said as his tongue moved slowly down her skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”
    When he finally entered her, she felt she was beyond further orgasms, her entire body soaked with perspiration; her hair clinging wetly to her head, sticking against her cheek.“I can’t come any more,” she breathed, feeling his hands rotating her hips against the rhythm of his own.
    “You’ll come,” he said, shifting their positions, lifting both her legs over his shoulders, high into the air, raising himself onto his knees.
    “Oh my God,” she shouted, feeling him penetrate deep inside her. “Jesus Christ!” She could barely catch her breath.
    Minutes later, he brought her legs down and turned her so that they lay moving together on their sides. Slowly, very slowly. His lips tentatively moved away from hers. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her.
    “Would it upset you very much,” he asked, “if I told you I think I’m falling in love with you?”
    She began to cry, realized she was indeed coming again, and hugged him so tightly against her that she found it hard to distinguish where he left off and she began.
    They decided to get married two months later over mushroom burgers at Hamburger Heaven.
    “When?” she asked, as she drove him back to his office after lunch was finished.
    “As soon as I can make all the arrangements,” he said, his body suddenly tensing.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “Sorry, honey,” he said, sounding genuinely contrite. “It’s just that I get very nervous when you hold your hands on the wheel like that.” She looked at her hands; they were resting with a moderate degree of casual abandon at the bottom of the steering wheel, a position they often maintained when she was driving. “If something were to happen,” he continued, “you know, if some idiot did something stupidand you had to move fast, you’d never get your hands back on the wheel in time to get out of his way. You’d be a goner.” Her hands moved to the proper position on either side of the steering wheel.
    “You’re right,” she said, “I better start being more careful with myself.”
    She pulled the car to a halt in front of his office, a large stucco building of appropriate canary yellow. A stocky man of medium height walked past their parked car and into the building’s imposing front door.
    “Wasn’t that Danny Vogel?” she asked.