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here as long as I'm with you," he confessed, his feverish eyes piercing straight to my heart.
    He licked those voluptuous lips of his and leaned in, hungry to devour mine. Wait. My brain did a triple sow cow, followed by a samba role, two back flips and a somersault landing in a split. Did he say work here? Oh hell no.
    I peeled back. His face twisted and sank with a teensy bit of dejection. He was so cute. I flashed my Prince a perky grin and grabbed his hand.
    "Come on!" I beamed. 

CHAPTER 6
     
       I would like to say we had the decency to wait until we were safely within my pocket-sized apartment before we were all over each other.
    Hah!
    The skin on my neck crackled with pinpricks of wild delight as the heat from his lips ignited nerve endings that raced all over my body. His excitement thrummed through the thin fabric of our clothing against my backside as I worked furiously to fit my door key into the lock.
    When the door finally flung open, he spun me around and feverish emerald eyes gazed hungrily upon my face finally settling on my lips. His fierce need for me awakened a firestorm between my legs.
    My mouth parted in a gasp, and his tongue took advantage of the opportunity. It twisted and slid over mine, not too deep but just enough to claim my mouth as his. Cupping my face, his fingers traced small circles of ecstasy while his tongue continued to work its magic. It twined over mine, and then began to slowly work its way in and out as if foretelling of our very near future. I started teasing by tugging and biting at his bottom lip and he reciprocated by crashing his full lips into mine, determined to devour me.
    I managed to kick the door shut with a slam, but we ended up no closer to the bed. He pressed me against the wall, his body grinding into mine as his length pulsated against my stomach, desperate to get free. The way his body responded to mine was delicious and exhilarating. In our dreams we had great sex before, but never like this. Now he was real and he was mine. All mine!
    Elegant fingers drifted downward caressing the sides of my neck, the top of my shoulders, pausing part way down my arms while naughty thumbs brushed the curves of my breasts. I moaned with desire, and the girls responded by pushing themselves up into his muscular pecs, demanding more attention. Urging him on.
    Not missing a beat, his strong hands cupped my ample breasts over my work shirt. I gasped as hot tendrils of pleasure wound around every inch of my body spurring on new waves of desire. Every part of me craved for this man’s touch and I needed to explore all of him. My hand slid down his impressive abs. Found his enlarged arousal and embraced its length. A growl shook his brawny chest and his back stiffened.
    An unsettling thought crept in my mind that shook me with trepidation. What if this was only a dream? Would I soon wake up to find myself alone in the miserable little box I called my room? I closed my eyes and roared inwardly as I continued fondling his glorious erection. My fingers clasped the fabric of his pants and it struck me. Pants! We had clothes on. In the dreams we were naked. Always naked.
    Finally I had enough mind to push him away from me, his eyes wide with confusion. I returned the look, and was physically able only to form one word.
    "Clothes!" I muttered, angry that I'd ever worn them. Angrier still that they were ever invented but happy beyond measure they were there. It meant this was the real deal. The man of my dreams was really here and my whole being yearned for him, body and soul.
    We attacked each others’ offending garments. His shirt was easy, already open and it slid off with ease. He groaned when I tugged at his belt, his eyes pleading with me to hurry. The moment I freed the knot, I slid my hand in to grasp the length of him and I relished the hot, silky skin of his throbbing arousal under my fingers.
    His strapping body shuddered with the first touch, so I used both hands to stroke him