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affecting me in such a way, he would gain the upper hand.
    If he wanted to play Jupiter, I would be Venus. I was in charge, not him, and he would be at my feet.
    With a growl and a mighty shove, I pushed him away from me. He stumbled backward onto the bed, and his eyes widened in surprise before lust overtook them again. It was my turn to stalk toward him—I was a lioness hunting her prey. When I reached where he was sprawled out on the bed, his eyes were filled with desire and wonder, and his erection tented his pants. Bending forward at the edge of the bed, I offered him an up close view of my ample cleavage while I unbuckled his leather belt. His breath caught when I found the zipper of his slacks. I glanced up into his eyes to make certain I should continue. The answer I found in them told me I had three seconds to remove them or he would throw me down and plunge into me.
    I had them loosened and around his ankles within the allotted time. His boxers remained in place as he removed a condom from his pocket before throwing the pants across the room. They hit the wall and crumpled on top of his discarded shirt. I was a little impressed, I’ll admit. The pitching injury apparently hadn’t damaged his ability to aim and throw straight.
    I slipped my panties down my legs, stopping at my ankles to unbuckle my sandals before removing them all. When I looked back at him, Tony was unrolling the condom over his erection. I gasped and lust shot through me. He was the perfect combination of thickness and length. Though I’d only slept with Russell before my marriage and with Kristoffer during, I had been with several men since my divorce. Some were long, some were thick, some were ridiculously well hung, but none of them compared to Tony. He was exemplary.
    Too bad I’d be stepping away after my night of orgasms. He had nothing to offer me that I didn’t already have, and nothing good could come of me letting down my defenses for this man once again. He’d had his chance years ago.
    Tony sat up and reached for me, stretching forward to brush our lips together. I allowed him to kiss me for a moment before I pushed him back down onto the bed again. I crawled up his body, straddling his waist, and grasped his cock in my hand, brushing it against my dripping folds.
    His groan reverberated through my body, causing my pussy to pulse with desire. “Fuck, Wini . . .” he moaned as I teased us both. “I can’t take this, baby. I want you. Take me deep.”
    Tony’s words melted me, though I hated being called baby , and I had no strength to taunt any longer. I gave in and sank down onto his cock, taking him one inch at a time and allowing my pussy to spread and open to him. Finally, he was fully sheathed inside my body. The fullness of the coupling stole my breath. We fit together exquisitely.
    He stilled my hips for a moment, screwing his eyes tightly shut and taking deep, labored breaths. Yes, you’re mine now. I had complete and total control, and he was right where I wanted him.
    When Tony finally allowed me to move, I swayed over his body like one of the belly dancers I’d seen in Morocco when I’d been there for a fashion show. I moved my upper body first, lifting one hand into my hair while the other cupped my breast, and let the motion carry through my body like an ocean wave. Gyrating my hips, I took him deeper. God, so deep. I was a goddess—at least that’s what he told me over and over as he groaned and fucked me.
    His thick, swollen erection pumped into me as we moved together. I’d dreamed and fantasized about this moment for years. I’d made him want me as I had wanted him. He sat up and pulled me higher in his lap, squeezing and kneading my breasts with his long fingers.
    “Mmm,” I moaned as I ground my pussy harder against him. God, he was good. Even my dirtiest teenage fantasy could not hold a candle to the real thing. But fuck all the make-believe. He wanted me now.
    “Shit,” he cried out.