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He jerked his hips to the
left, trying to avoid her grip but she was determined.
            Next thing he knew she had his fly undone
and her hand just inside his open jeans, her fingers settling over his
cotton-covered cock.
            Damn, she was a busy little thing.
            “ Lanie .” He broke away from her, his breath coming in jerky spurts, an agonized groan
ripping from his lungs when she tucked her hand beneath the front of his
underwear and actually touched his cock. Skin to skin, she stroked him,
torturing him beyond measure. “You’re killing me.”
            “But what a way to go,
right?” Her voice was a low, sexy purr, a whispery sound of pleasure
escaping her when she brushed the tip of her finger against the head of his
cock. “Just how big are you?”
            He laughed. He couldn’t help it. This was
ridiculous. She had her hand down his pants, her fingers wrapped around his
dick and she was a little drunk. All the while, they sat outside in the
blistering cold and anyone could walk in on them at any moment.
            “Baby, this is the very last place for us
to do this.” She adjusted so she faced him, her brows lowered, mouth pursed in
the most delectable pout that he couldn’t resist. Leaning into her, he dropped
a quick kiss to her lips. “The first time I come with you, I don’t want it to
be while you jerk me off and I spill all over your fingers.”
            Her eyes lit with pale blue fire. “How about if you come in my mouth?” He groaned. No matter
how much the idea appealed—because oh yeah, he could definitely envision her on
her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped tight around his cock—
            he couldn’t do
that. Not here, not for their first time. “That sounds like a mighty fine idea
but one we’ll have to try out later. First, I want you naked and sprawled in my
bed. I’m going to be coming inside you.”
            She smiled and her fingers gripped him so
tight he thought his eyes might cross from the pleasure of it. “I hope you can
make due on that promise, mister.”
            “I swear on my life,” he said, his voice
scratchy as she stroked him yet again.
            Damn it, he was close. No way was it going
down like this. “Now get your hand out of my jeans and let’s get the hell out
of here.”
           
            His apartment was nice though more on the
small side and not furnished with much. It wasn’t a dirty bachelor pad, of
which Lanie was eternally grateful. He had decent
furniture, what she could see of it and his bed was huge, so that was a plus.
            She lay in that bed at this very moment,
the sheet wrapped around her still underwear-clad body as she watched him. He
was stripping for her, not an outrageous show but definitely a sight worth
watching.
            The man was like a fucking picture out of
a magazine. Who knew he had abs like that? A chest like a super hero, biceps
that bulged when he moved and the strongest looking pair of thighs she’d ever
seen before. Oh, and don’t forget the long, thick cock straining against the
front of his underwear.
            He was perfection. Too
good to be true. Normally, this would’ve sounded warning alarms in her
head, protecting her from the nonexistent perfect man. And really, he was so
wrong for her. A player, a charmer, a man with a huge cock and sinful lips and
a body to absolutely die for…
            Right. Why was
she thinking he was wrong for her again? For once in her silly little life she
was going for her. The move to a new city was the first in what she considered
many changes in her once staid life. A divorce from a cheating, no good son of
a bitch, a move, a job change with better pay and sex
with a gorgeous man—what more could a woman ask for?
            Huh. She frowned. Wondered what Wes might
think about her being a divorcee.
            “Take that frown off your face