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wave of breathtaking orgasm.
    With a mighty thrust Justin drove himself into her and flooded her with his seed. His body tensed and jerked as he drained himself. Then he fell atop her, panting, his chest heaving against hers. “Fuck, Niki,” he rasped. “That was so good.”
    “I know,” she gasped, still catching her breath.
    He gazed at her with eyes that glittered in the candlelight. “Was that okay?”
    Niki laughed. “It was adequate,” she said, running her hands up and down his back, finally bringing them to rest on his shoulders.
    She kissed him, then gazed into his eyes. “But what about Marella? Is she going to freak out?”
    He stretched out on the bed, pulling Niki alongside him. “What’s Marella going to know?” He shrugged. “Besides, who cares if she does?”
    “She’s going to know something’s going on if you’re here all night,” Niki said, “and if I know her, she won’t like it.”
    “Yeah, she’s like a nun,” Justin said, laughing. “She doesn’t like anything, including me. So I don’t give a damn.”
    Neither do I, Niki thought. Marella was always too self-righteous for her taste. The only reason they’d been friends was that they’d been thrown together at the same schools and social events over the years.
    He traced a finger around her nipples, then down her torso, encircling her navel, and letting it rest between her thighs. “I should have married you, babe,” he said, “but then it wouldn’t be as much fun, would it?”
    “Hmmm.” Niki brushed her hand across his testicles. “I like it better this way. I’m not ready to settle down like you and Marella.”
    “Marella may have settled down,” Justin said, running his fingers up and down her mound, “but I don’t have any intention of living that way. Not when somebody like you comes along.”
    Niki smiled. “My sentiments exactly,” she said. “The world’s a big candy store—why have just one piece?”
    Justin began licking her neck and ears, his breath hot on her skin. “And you’re the best piece of candy around, Niki,” he whispered.
    And you can have all you want, she thought, feeling his engorged manhood against her thigh. The more I get, the less Marella can have.
    He mounted her again. “I want you to have a night you’ll never forget,” he said as he pushed himself inside her.
    “I’m sure I won’t, Justin,” she cooed, already wet with excitement. “You’re the perfect guest.”

Chapter Two

    A riadne slowly crossed the marble floors of the hushed museum, pausing now and then in front of a painting that especially appealed to her eye. She was familiar with the small but interesting collection of the Williams College museum. The building was a neoclassical structure of elegant proportions, and it contained a wealth of wonderful paintings and sculpture that spanned centuries of art. While she didn’t claim to understand everything she saw—she was, after all, majoring in economics—she was learning how to appreciate beauty for its own sake. Having spent her teenage years buried at a boarding school and summer camp, spending only brief vacations with her foster parents in tiny, rural Roxbury, Connecticut, she hadn’t been exposed to much art.
    Through an arched doorway she stepped into another gallery and began a slow turn about the room. She felt the hair on the nape of her neck stand up, and became aware that someone was watching her. Shifting her gaze slightly, she caught sight of a man a few feet behind her at a diagonal. Probably one of the guards, she thought. But when she turned to have a better look, she instantly realized that the man wasn’t a guard and that whoever he was, he was watching her. Quickly averting her eyes, she felt herself blush with embarrassment, and she stared hard at the painting on the wall in front of her. She was so nervous, she didn’t really see it, but she tilted her head this way and that as if studying it closely.
    He’s the same guy I’ve