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hands moving away from the edge to hold my legs in an open V-shape. I found that I had no shame. I wanted him to continue to work me, and I needed to give him the deepest access possible. It didn’t matter if I looked like a hungry slut, desperate and yearning, did it?

Damon backed up a space and admired me, then moved in close again, open mouth circling my clit, lips pursed around it as if blowing me a kiss. Instinctively, he knew just how to touch me, nipping and biting on that most tender spot, circling it with his pursed lips and suckling like a baby at its mother’s breast. He treated my pulsing jewel as if it were something precious, something breakable, using his tongue to gently uncover my clit from its dainty hood. Then he switched techniques and worked at a faster pace, his lips tightening, his very breath becoming an instrument of pleasure, blowing hot and hard against me. Within seconds, he was making me moan aloud and arch my body, letting go of my legs to grab onto him, murmuring his name, forgetting entirely where we were—at my office. During work hours.

“Shhh,” he admonished me. “You don’t want people to hear us, do you?”

I shook my head, but truly I didn’t care who heard. I wanted to let loose, to scream, to make the types of noises I had read about people making, had heard in dirty movies.

“Shhh,” he said again, as if realizing what I was thinking, and I bit my lower lip, trying to control my emotions but unable to. Damon’s clever tongue was driving me mad, and I found myself wanting too many things at once. I wanted his tongue to do just what it was doing: making those lazy circles around my clit, around and around, before his lips clamped around it again and sucked. I also wanted to lie back on the desk, kick all my papers aside, and have him position his body over mine. Shifting our bodies into a sixty-nine would let me give him pleasure while I took my own from his mouth.

After that, I wanted even more. I pictured myself bending over the desk and letting him take me from behind, watching our reflections in the framed print over my desk, the ghostly image of Damon with his dark hair loose to his shoulders, standing behind me, plowing into me. My mouth partly open, my eyes half-shut, consumed by the driving force of his cock inside me. We would look indecent, untamed and untamable. Out of control and into a rhythm. Skin on skin—his hands digging into me, my body sliding with his, meeting his stroke for stroke.

The phone rang then, and the fantasy abruptly ended. What did I think I was doing? My hand was trapped inside my panties, slippery fingers jerking up and down on my swollen clit, fondling it as if it were a talisman, rubbing it as if it might bring me good luck. The phone rang again, and I looked at the clock guiltily before using my free hand to reach for the receiver. It was 5:15. How long had I been playing with myself at my desk?

“It’s Damon,” my handsome boyfriend said. “I’m downstairs in the lobby. Can I come up? Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I murmured, thinking, Ready. So ready. “Come on up,” I told him, sliding my panties off as I spoke. “I’ve got a surprise for you…”

     

CHAPTER 3
     
    Anatomy for Pleasure
     
    The more you know about women’s pleasure physiology, the better a lover you’ll be—plus, there are a lot of “new” findings about the clitoral system and the arousal cycle that you may not know about. We’ll start with what we can see.
     

Female Anatomy 101
     
    Because nature delights in deviation, women’s genitals differ greatly in appearance—their size, shape, and color are as unique to each woman as her fingerprint. Each woman’s vulva has the same basic elements, but how they look always differs to varying degrees. The range of differences is so great that there actually is no “normal” when it comes to appearance. And size, shape, and color have little (if anything at all) to do with sensation or response