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    Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Hettie tried to discreetly adjust her clothing. Last night’s athleticism, and Starr’s size and strength, had taken a toll on the most intimate areas of her anatomy. Her pussy felt delicately inflamed, and even though her black silk bra was almost weightless, it still chafed against her swollen, well-mouthed nipples. And the trouble with these discomforts was that they induced a vicious circle. The more she’d been petted and fondled and stroked, the more sensitive her erogenous zones became. And the more sensitive they were, the more easily they became aroused. Which meant she was on fire to be caressed again. Right here in this most public of public places! Trying to ignore the fact that she desperately wanted to be back in Starr’s arms, with his firm penis moving inside her, she set her mind to the imminent arrival.
    I suppose he’ll be a bit of a nerd .
    Years spent scrabbling around antiquities with an eccentric archaeologist wasn’t likely to produce poise, confidence and social self-awareness. But still, she’d been bookish herself in her youth, and there was nothing wrong with being a geek.
    Nevertheless, Hettie felt uneasy as she looked around the discreetly busy lounge.
    And I’m supposed to teach the poor devil about sex? I think not, Ren. I think not…
    But as she scanned the occupant of the couch next to hers, her sensual awareness piqued, despite everything.
    I wouldn’t mind teaching him a thing or two ! she thought, feeling profoundly ashamed that she could think lustful thoughts about another man while she was still in such an emotional turmoil over Starr. Even so, she blushed again as her sensitized body responded automatically to the figure asleep a few feet away, her bruised nipples puckering a little and her soft sexual furrow growing decidedly moist.
    He was a truly remarkable-looking male.
    “Sleeping beauty” was youngish, Latinate and angelically handsome. His impossibly long legs were encased in form-fitting designer denim, and a cloudlike white linen shirt was the most perfect foil for his toffee-colored Mediterranean complexion. Tousled hair—black as pitch and nearly as long as her own—tumbled to his lean shoulders, and she could swear she’d never seen a pair of thicker or more luscious eyelashes or a mouth that so plainly begged for kisses.
    Dear God, what kind of fickle disgusting slut am I?
    Almost as if it her libido had absolutely nothing to do with her finer feelings, Hettie felt her pussy quicken and more wetness pool between her legs. But the man was remarkable. It wasn’t enough that he’d got a face straight out of a Renaissance fresco, he’d also got a classical body. The blue denim crotch of his jeans was breathtakingly stretched and bulging.
    Oh my, it’s indecent being that size in jeans so tight!
    Suddenly, Hettie found herself grinning, despite her confusion. Her emotions were all over the map right now, but there was a real joy in feeling alive and horny again. She’d never know what this glorious stranger was like as a lover, but surely there was no real sin in a bit of harmless fantasizing? And wouldn’t Starr himself eventually reap the benefits? When she channeled her reborn needs in his direction?
    One excuse is as good as another, the wry voice of honesty told her mockingly.
    For a moment, she entertained a vivid fantasy of Starr satisfying her with his hard-thrusting cock while this delicious but unknown man ran his hands over her body. Would they both go for it? She knew that Starr would do whatever she requested of him, and the guy beside her was probably frisky enough to be ready for anything.
    She was still smiling, and still inwardly quivering, when the man’s thick eyelashes fluttered open and revealed the deepest chocolate-brown eyes she’d ever seen. Eyes that first clouded and looked perplexed, then widened and lit with a wild bright light of relief.
    He recognizes me! Then it dawned on her.