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teeth, then let out a ragged breath. “You’re doing just fine. Just great.
    Jesus, don’t stop. Please.”
    And so she called up all the things she’d read in her stash of erotic romances, all the things she’d learned about online and began stroking the iron-hard shaft as her lips caressed the silken skin covering it. She experimented with the tip of her tongue, running it over the head and dipping it into the slit. When Nick let out a low moan she figured she was doing it right, so she did it again.
    As the rhythm of her strokes continued, his hips began to move, rocking him in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her fingers more tightly around him and with her other hand began to scrape her fingernails across the surface of his balls. The harder she sucked, the faster she moved her hand, the deeper he rocked into her.
    “Jesus, Molly, back off.” He ground the words out. “I’m gonna come any second.
    Back off or you’ll get a mouthful.”
    She just shook her head and kept working him. She wanted that taste, needed to experience it. When she felt his balls tighten she leaned her head back to take him as deep as she could and the first splash of semen hit the back of her throat. As if she’d been doing it forever, she swallowed automatically, sucking on him until she had pulled him dry and he collapsed against the shower wall.
    When he could catch his breath, he pulled her up against him. “I thought you said you didn’t know how to do that.”
    “I said not very well,” she reminded him.
    He hugged her under the streaming water. “Any better and I’d be part of the puddle on the floor here.”
    She felt a thrill that she’d been able to please him after all he’d given her the night before. The taste of his cum had a sweet-salty flavor, one that delighted her and she licked her lips.
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    Nick groaned, his hands tightening on her shoulders. “Don’t do that or I might end up throwing you to the floor and fucking your brains out in the shower.”
    She looked up at him somewhat shyly from under her lashes. “I wouldn’t mind.”
    He laughed and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her. “What I really should do is lock all the doors, take away your clothes and keep you in bed until neither of us can move.”
    He turned off the shower, opened the door and reached for two thick towels resting on the counter. When he handed one to Molly he frowned as she turned her back to him.
    “Molly? What’s going on?”
    She turned back, the towel securely tucked in place under her arms. It had suddenly occurred to her that in the harsh light of day every one of her forty-five-year-old flaws would be painfully obvious. “Nothing. I just wanted to get the towel around me.”
    Nick reached out and pulled the towel away from her. Immediately she crossed her hands over her breasts and tried to turn away from him again. “Don’t do that.” His voice was angry. He yanked her arms down and forced her to look at him. “What is it you don’t want me to see? I don’t think there’s a square inch I didn’t lay my eyes on last night.”
    She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “Daylight is a lot less forgiving.”
    His hands on her arms were like steel talons. “Is this about the damn age thing again?”
    She looked down at her feet. “No matter what you say, you can’t ignore the fact that I’m forty-five years old. Ten years older than you. My body—”
    “Is exactly what I want. Exactly. So let’s get rid of all this bullshit right now.”
    He stood her next to the big window and turned her body slowly, his eyes scanning everywhere.
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    Molly did her best to keep from blushing but she felt her cheeks burning.
    Nick chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman’s breasts blush before.” He wrapped his arms around her again. “Molly, Molly, Molly. We have to do something about this hang-up of yours.”
    Molly didn’t know what to say so she just