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closed her hand around him and stroked him gently, afraid to hurt him because he was so hard. “What do you like?” she asked in her best sex-siren voice, delighted by this new, unexpected side of herself. She had never been so bold or brazen with a man and had to wonder why not. It sure was fun.
    “I don’t hate that,” he said in a choked whisper, his head turned to one side, his eyes closed, his lips parted, his jaw tight with tension.
    “How about this?” she asked as she slid her lips and tongue over the head of his penis.
    He clutched a handful of her hair. “Yeah,” he gasped, his eyes now open and focused on her. “That’s good, too.”
    Georgie dipped her head and went back for more. Using her hand, tongue, and lips, she worked him into a frenzy.
    “ Georgie ,” he groaned. “That’s enough. Stop.”
    But she didn’t want to. She wanted to do something she had never done before, something she had never allowed before. If she was stepping outside herself for one glorious night, why not go all the way? So when he begged her again to stop, when he warned her it was the last chance, she continued on, determined to take him over the edge.
    It didn’t take long.
    Georgie stayed with him for every second of his almost violent release, thrilled to know she had driven him to it.
    “God,” he whispered as she kissed a path to his stomach and chest. Still breathing hard, he gathered her into his arms and held her tight against him. “What did I do to deserve that?”
    She shrugged. “Just felt like it,” she said as if it was something she did all the time. He didn’t need to know it was one of several firsts for her on a night when anything seemed possible.
    “Lucky me. Maybe it was the calamari. I’ll have to make sure I feed you that next time, too.”
    Next time , she thought with a sigh, knowing there wouldn’t be one. Like Cinderella at midnight, the morning would transport her back to where she belonged.
    “Why the deep sigh?” he asked.
    “No reason.”
    He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “You’re wondering when you’re going to get your fair share, aren’t you?”
    His smile was so sexy and almost cocky that Georgie had to resist the urge to drool. “The thought never crossed my mind.”
    “Is that so?” He slid a hand under her skirt and, in one swift move, had her dress up and over her head before she had time to determine his intentions.
    “Oh,” she said, acutely aware of her mismatched underwear and wishing she had taken Cat’s advice to plan for this possibility.
    “Mmm.” He left a trail of hot, openmouthed kisses along the top of her panties. “Purple polka dots. Very sexy.”
    Saying a silent thank-you to Doug for dragging her to the gym every night after work and insisting on no fewer than two hundred crunches, Georgie took a deep breath as Nathan’s lips traveled over her firm belly. “It doesn’t match,” she managed to say.
    He looked up at her. “What doesn’t?”
    “Underwear.”
    “And was that intentional?”
    “I’d hoped it would be an insurance policy to keep me from doing exactly what I seem to be on the verge of doing right now.”
    He laughed softly against her belly. “Let me say, for the record, I couldn’t care less if your bra matches your panties, because you won’t be wearing either of them for much longer.”
    His words, coupled with the movement of his lips over her fevered skin, had her writhing under him, clinging to him, on the verge of begging him. Through her bra, he closed his lips around a protruding nipple and tore a moan from deep inside her. “ Nathan ,” she pleaded.
    “My friends call me Nate, and I’d like to think we’re friends.” As he spoke, he continued to nip and suck and tease.
    “I like Nathan better.” Somehow she managed to speak despite what he was doing to her breasts.
    “Sweetheart, you can call me anything you want,” he said, reaching behind her to unhook her bra, “as