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unbuttoned his shirt. Coarse black curls covered his chest and narrowed to a thin line toward his belt. She traced the path with her fingertips.
    “You better have condoms,” she whispered, “or I’m not going any lower.”
    He spread kisses along her jaw, drew a condom from his back pocket and laid it on the table within easy reach. “I hoped I could talk you into coming here.” He fumbled with the buttons on her shapeless blouse, but her purple lace bra stopped him cold. “This is like unwrapping a present. Why do you wear such baggy clothes?”
    She cupped him through his jeans and felt his heat. “I like being comfortable. Don’t you?” She unfastened his belt.
    “Comfort,” he repeated hoarsely. “You’re amazing.”
    In more ways than he knew. She kicked off her boots and slid her arms around his waist to pull him closer. She didn’t want to think at all, but simply feel and forget. He was muscular and lean, fit as he’d claimed, and his solid warmth was so good to rest against. This wasn’t a pose for a camera, but real, and she meant every tender caress.
    He picked her up to slide her pants down over her hips and found her purple thong. “I swear I thought you’d wear black boxer shorts.” He tugged her pants over her knees and let them drop on the floor.
    “The Goth image needn’t go that far.” She nibbled his earlobe and kissed the smooth hollow behind his ear. She helped him peel off his shirt and licked his collarbone.
    He shivered. “Where did you learn that?”
    “Trial and error,” she purred against his lips. She’d studied with a master, but clung to Alejandro rather than her memories. “Tell me what you like.”
    “Everything,” he murmured. He unhooked her bra, tossed it over his shoulder and bent down to kiss her pale pink breasts. He sucked the rosy crests and rolled them between his fingertips. “You’re so pretty.”
    She pinched his flat nipples and felt him flinch. “You’re a very handsome man, tall enough for me, and you make me laugh.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed tightly. They fit together remarkably well, like lost pieces of a puzzle found at last. He pushed down his jeans, pulled on the condom with shaky hands, and she drew her thong aside to welcome him.
    He entered her with a slow push, and watched with a fascinated glance as he withdrew and surged into her again. He thumbed her clit. “You feel so hot and good.”
    She leaned into him, cupped his balls and stroked them gently with her thumb. “I can make it feel even better.” She tightened her muscles to pull him deeper with every stroke. She rocked against him, savoring his touch as he slid on her wetness. She breathed deeply, floating on the growing pleasure until she felt him gasp. She pressed her knuckles against the smooth skin behind his balls to hold back his orgasm with a firm touch, and then raised her hand to let it rocket through him. His last thrust caught her too, and she hugged him tight to glory in it.
    It took him a long while to form words. “That was…” he began.
    She touched his lips. “You don’t need to describe it. I felt it too.”
    He tossed the used condom in the wastebasket, hiked up his pants and picked her up. “Let’s use the futon and rest a minute. I think I can walk that far.”
    He put her down on her feet, and she took his hand to pull him along. They nearly fell into the thick futon and snuggled together in a languid heap. She could have lain there forever, but she’d eventually have to tell him the truth. She rested her head on his shoulder and waited for his breathing to slow before she slipped from his embrace. His thick black hair fell in his eyes, a dreamy smile graced his lips, and he looked as though he might sleep until dawn. She wished she could stay, but couldn’t. She went to the worktable to gather up her clothes, pulled on her pants, buttoned up her blouse, but left the lacy purple bra where it lay. She grabbed her bag and