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didn’t think any other woman had a stronger sexual
claim on him than she did—at least right now.
    Not that it meant they were in any sort of relationship. But
still…it was nice.
    She gradually lowered her hands to his trousers. They were
already undone, so she just pushed them with his underwear over his lean hips
and down his legs.
    She frowned when she realized he was still wearing his shoes
and she couldn’t get his pants off over them.
    Shaking her head, she untied his black dress shoes, made of
a supple leather so fine she thought they might have been handcrafted.
    Nathan visibly suppressed a smile as he eyed her impatient
expression at having to untie his shoes. “You’re not going to whine about Oxfords
now, are you?”
    Lynn tried to maintain her displeased expression, but she
couldn't help but snicker as she pulled off his shoes and socks. “Oxfords.
Cufflinks. Quite the snob, aren’t you?”
    Nathan didn’t answer, but his blue-gray eyes were amused,
almost soft, as she readjusted herself on the bed beside him. He was completely
naked now—more naked than she was.
    “You didn’t used to be so conservative.”
    He exhaled deeply as she massaged both of his thighs. Then
he glanced away and added, almost diffidently, “I guess maybe I've gotten
rather boring lately.”
    “Boring? Nathan Livingston? I’ll never believe it.”
    His penis was starting to harden as her hands got closer to
his groin. “Good,” he said, his voice thicker than before.
    Lynn was pleased and gratified that it had taken such a
short time for him to become aroused again. She wrapped her fingers around his
half-erect sex and caressed him.
    He twitched and hardened even more in her hand.
    She slanted a decidedly naughty look up at his face. “Pretty
impressive for a boring man in his forties.”
    He tried to give her a cool, detached look but it was broken
by a hoarse sigh as she slipped her other hand between his legs to gently
massage his balls. “Early forties.”
    Lynn couldn’t help but laugh, but she was growing aroused
again herself as she watched the effects of her touch on Nathan’s body.
    She really wanted to go down on him but—if she did—she would
need to use a condom, and she hated giving a blow job over a condom.
    But, because she loved the way his body was tensing in
response to her touch, when he was hard again and she reached for a condom, she
held it carefully between her lips and then rolled the condom on with her
mouth.
    He’d been watching her with hot, languid eyes, but she must
have surprised him anyway. When her mouth started to slide over the length of
him, he made a choking sound and bucked his hips up involuntarily.
    For just a moment, she was caught off guard when she felt him
at the back of her throat, but she managed to accommodate his little thrust and
trailed her tongue up his encased shaft as she raised her head.
    She was breathless as she gazed down at his naked body,
prominent erection, and flushed face.
    “Sorry,” he murmured. “You all right?”
    “Yeah.” She smiled at him, feeling a rush of pleasure at that
sign of his obvious eagerness. “That old move must have been more effective
than I thought. How long has it been since you had a blow job?”
    His features twisted wryly. “Too long, evidently.”
    She unhooked her bra and slid down her panties. “Too bad
condoms taste so nasty. Although they have some that are supposed to taste
better. Maybe I’ll look into them.”
    “I fully endorse that idea.”
    She was laughing again as she swung one of her legs over his
hips and positioned herself above him. Then they lined him up at her entrance,
and she lowered herself over his length.
    He was full and tight inside her, and they both sighed in
pleasure at the penetration. She moved over him rhythmically, creating
delicious friction as his hard flesh shifted against her inner walls. It wasn’t
quite enough for her to come, however, until Nathan moved his hand toward where
they