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yes.”
    “Alright,” Beatriz said. “Let’s do it.”
    “Okay. We’re going to do this.” Ben stared down at Beatriz on the bed. “What am I doing?”
    Bea laughed, a big, luxurious laugh.
    “Why don’t we start with foreplay? That might make you feel more comfortable.”
    “Yes, absolutely. Foreplay.” Ben crawled onto the bed and lay on his side next to Beatriz. “Sorry, I’ve never had sex like this before.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like with a professional who’s taking notes, and we’re preplanning everything. It’s not spontaneous.”
    “Spontaneity in sex is overrated. I’m turned on already and all we’ve done is talk about the sex. Talking before can be the best foreplay. It’s really sexy to plan sex.”
    “True. I like that I know what we’re doing. Usually when you’re with someone new, you have no idea what they like in bed. You start off in one position and you never know if that’s her favorite or least favorite. Takes the pressure off a little to know ahead of time what the plan is.”
    “I’ll let you pick the next position,” Beatriz promised.
    “I love this plan. I’m going to kiss you now. Are you ready?” Ben asked.
    Beatriz closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She appeared to be meditating.
    “I’m ready.” She opened her eyes. “Let’s do this.”
    “Okay. Here we go.” Ben moved in closer to Beatriz and cupped the side of her face. For the past five minutes they’d been joking with each other. He did it to mask his nervousness. Impossible to think this beautiful, confident woman would be nervous. But now that the joking had stopped, his nervousness faded entirely. The only right thing to do at this very moment was kiss her.
    And he did.
    Their lips met and at first Ben held back. They’d only kissed once before, the night they’d met and he’d shown her around campus. That had been a quick kiss, a mere promise of things to come. If he’d known it would be five years before he kissed her again, he never would have stopped that night.
    She opened her mouth against his and he deepened the kiss. She tasted sweet and tart, like she’d been drinking orange juice. He pulled up and smiled down at her.
    “Mimosa?” he asked.
    “Blame Claudia,” she sighed. “Do I need to go brush my teeth?”
    He shook his head. “No. You taste amazing.” Ben traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “Absolutely amazing.”

    Again they kissed, harder this time, heavier. Ben pulled Beatriz under him. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her neck and ears. His erection ground against her hip and she moved against him.
    “Is everything okay to do?” he whispered. “Touching and kissing?”
    “Anything you want,” she said, equally breathless.
    He kissed a path down the center of her chest and took her right nipple in his mouth. Beatriz weaved her fingers through his hair and arched her back.
    “Nipple sucking…” Beatriz said, her voice low and heated, “is the greatest thing ever invented.”
    “You like it?” He paused long enough to smile up at her.
    “Love it. Don’t stop.”
    “Sorry.” He kissed her right nipple again and teased it with his tongue. He held her left breast in his hand, squeezing it gently as his thumb stroked the nipple. Beatriz placed her arms over her head to give him full and unfettered access to the front of her body. He rose up on his hands and knees over her and took her left breast into his mouth as his right hand roamed down her stomach and settled between her thighs. She opened her legs and he easily found her swollen clitoris with his fingertips.
    Beatriz flinched and smiled.
    “Did I do something right?” he asked.
    “Very right. Keep doing it.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    He kneaded her clitoris with his fingers, watching as Beatriz moved her hips in conjunction with his touch. He loved the way she moved, like a dancer—strong and graceful and fearless.
    “Can I go inside you?” Ben asked as he ran his fingertips along the