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“Rather like unwrapping a present. I
do like unwrapping presents.” Flicking the tie open, he kept her
gaze locked with his while the dress slipped to lay loose around
her.
    Moving even
closer until his body was a mere hairbreadth from hers, the heat of
him seeping deliciously into her, Damien slid his hands inside the
dress to rest upon – her hips! Her big, enormous, overly-curved
hips!
    Cherry almost
died then and there, but before she could even think to back out of
every plan she had, he tugged her full against him, lowering his
head and capturing her mouth once more.
    He kissed her
almost senseless, plundering her mouth like a starving man at a
feast. He took her mouth while his hands moved over her body, and
she dimly felt the dress pushed off her shoulders, the coolness of
the room on her bare back, and then suddenly her bra was gone, the
lacy DD cups falling to the floor, her breasts against his chest,
skin to skin.
    Naked skin to
skin. Hot skin to match the hot blood that was starting to rush
through her veins so much faster.
    Hot lips were
on her throat, hard palms skimming over her back into the indent of
her waist to slide beneath the silk of her panties, knowing palms
cupping her derriere, squeezing the generous globes. He eased the
material over her hips and dropped them down her legs to pool
around her ankles.
    One large palm
on her buttocks pressed her close, his mouth taking hers again and
again, slanting across her lips to take total control of the kiss,
just as he’d taken control of the situation since he’d entered the
room.
    Cherry didn’t
know if this was how it was supposed to happen with an escort, but
she was happy to just go with it. It wasn’t like she had much
choice. Her thoughts were scattered, her heart pounding, and heat
was pooling between her thighs, not to mention the delicious
ache.
    Twining her
arms around his neck, she pressed closer, giving him kiss for kiss,
hot and loving.
    Everything was
hot - her blood, his hands, his skin, this moment. This time that
was hers. She stepped out of her high heeled pumps.
    Turning her, he
crowded her backwards until her thighs hit the side of the bed.
Keeping her lips prisoner with his, he kept leaning down and down,
until she finally sat on the bed. Only then did he release her
lips, his eyes glittering in the dimness. “Lie down, Molly
Jones.”
    If she’d been a
heroine from the Victorian times, she’d have swooned. Instead,
Cherry could only slide back on the bed and recline against the
pillows, watching avidly as Damien straightened, his hands sliding
the belt from his pants, his deft fingers unbuttoning and unzipping
with expert efficiency, and he pushed those slacks down those long,
muscular legs and off, taking his shoes and socks with them at the
same time. Taking a wallet from his pocket, he opened it up, took a
small packet from it, and placed the packet on the bedside table
before replacing the wallet in his pocket.
    Thank God he’d
had the sense to remember condoms. She’d brought a medley of sizes
in her handbag just in case – how did one measure a non-existent
penis anyway? - but Damien obviously had everything worked out to
the letter T. A professional through and through, no doubt about
it.
    When he
straightened she nearly swallowed her tongue. The light from the
bathroom not only picked out his tall, strong body with the hard
planes, but it glanced off the impressive erection that curved up
to lie against his stomach.
    That erection
looked suddenly enormous. She’d seen the shrivelled insides of a
real woman’s vagina in a museum, and that suddenly appeared pretty
damned small and short in her mind. She wasn’t so sure this
erection was going to fit inside her. It gave the term
‘tonsil-tickler’ a whole new meaning. But women everywhere went
through this and weren’t torn apart. Hell, what was she, a
Victorian virgin? Scratch that, virgin yes, but not an innocent who
didn’t have a clue about the human anatomy.