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wet seam of her vaginal lips.
    “That’s why we’re here,” she said with a seductive smile.
    She spread her legs even wider, and Ben slid two fingers into her. Her slick passage offered no resistance as he pushed in as deep as he could.
    “God, you feel as good as I dreamed you would.” He probed inside her with his fingers, reveling in her incredible heat, her softness, the fluttering of her taut inner muscles.
    “You dreamed of me?”
    “All the time,” he confessed. “I wanted you so much. It nearly killed me to back away from you. And then Claudia told me about your blog…” he said before he realized he’d just admitting to reading her sex toy reviews.
    He pushed a third finger into her. Her body opened up further to receive it. He massaged her inside, in no hurry to do anything but get to know her vagina on the most intimate of terms.
    “You read the Miss Bea Haven column?” She sounded pleasantly surprised, almost flattered.
    “Of course not. A column where the sexiest woman on earth pleasures herself with sex toys and then writes about it? Gross.”
    Beatriz laughed and Ben grinned as her vaginal muscles twitched around his fingers.
    “Did you pleasure yourself while reading about me pleasuring myself?”

    “Masturbate? Me?” Ben asked, feigning innocence. “Never. That’s disgusting.”
    “If you masturbated while reading about me masturbating I might have to masturbate while imagining you masturbating about me masturbating.”
    “Or we could just skip the masturbating and fuck each other.”
    “Better idea,” Beatriz agreed.
    Almost reluctantly Ben pulled his fingers out of Beatriz. He could have touched her inside all night. But they had a job to do. The best job in the history of the universe, specifically.
    Ben started to pull away from her, but Beatriz stopped him with a hand on the one part of his body certain to stop him from moving a muscle.
    “My turn,” she said, stroking him. “You touched me. Now I get to touch you.”
    “That’s entirely fair,” Ben said as he rolled onto his back. Beatriz moved her hand slowly over his inches, caressing him over and over again from base to tip.
    “Does this feel good?” she asked.
    “So fucking good. I like having the underside touched especially.”
    “Which side is that?”
    “The top side,” he said, taking her hand by the wrist and showing her his favorite way to be touched.
    “But that’s the outside.”
    “Only when I’m hard. It’s the underside when I’m not.”
    “Why would I give a hand job to a guy who wasn’t turned on?”
    “Impossible. If you were touching him, he’d always be hard,” Ben said, turning his head to kiss her. Her hand on his cock made every muscle in his stomach and lower back tighten like a coiled spring.
    Beatriz laughed against his lips as she wrapped her hand tightly around him and pulled. He groaned in the back of his throat.
    “If you keep doing that I’ll come in your hand,” Ben warned.
    “Oh, no. Anything but that.”
    “I thought we were doing the butterfly.”
    “We are. But I like getting to know your body.”
    “It is beyond pleased to make your acquaintance.”
    Beatriz finally released him. Good timing, too, as he was getting precariously close to orgasm. She slid on top of him and put her hands on either side of his head.
    She dipped her head and kissed his lips while he brushed her long dark hair over her sculpted shoulders.
    “Are you ready to be inside me?” she asked.
    She asked the question with sincerity, and he answered with equal sincerity while looking into her eyes.
    “Yes.”
    He kissed her and held her close a moment. He couldn’t believe it was finally happening. For years she’d been the one who got away and now here she was, in his arms, waiting for him to make love to her.
    No. Stop. This was just sex, Ben reminded himself. Beatriz had even called it work. He shouldn’t get all wrapped up emotionally in this. Sex. Fucking. Just that.
    He almost