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were joined and massaged her clit as she rode him.
    Because he’d already come once, he had more control. She
climaxed twice, gasping and shaking, before Nathan’s motion beneath her became
urgent.
    He’d been mostly still as she rode him, his hips rocking
gently with her rhythm, but after her second orgasm, her channel clamped down
around him so tightly she could feel every slight movement intensely. He moved
both hands to her hips, gripping her hard and accelerating their motion.
    Nathan let out a rough exclamation as her intimate muscles
tightened ruthlessly around him. Then he let go too, holding her pelvis down over
his as he pushed a few last times into her body.
    She collapsed on top of him, sweating and completely
exhausted. Ripples of lingering pleasure shivered through her as she gasped
against his skin. “Wow. That was…that was…”
    “Incredible.” His fingers finally relaxed from where they’d
been gripping the soft flesh of her hips.
    She looked up at his face and saw that his expression
reflected hers—hot, dazed, and replete.
    It was comforting. That she wasn’t the only one blown away
by the sex.
    She heaved herself up and took care of the condom, limping
into the bathroom to throw it out and wash her hands and face.
    As she stared at herself in the mirror, she almost didn’t
recognize the naked blonde with tangled hair, red cheeks, and red marks in more
than one place on her body that would turn into bruises tomorrow.
    She stayed in the bathroom until she’d cooled down a little
and caught her breath. Then she returned to find that Nathan had readjusted on
the bed, this time stretched out the right way with his head on one of the
pillows. She crawled over next to him with a smile.
    “I may need a little more recovery time after that round,”
he said dryly, although his eyes were warm.
    “I wasn’t going to jump you again quite yet. I can
occasionally manage to restrain my impatience.” A glance at the clock showed it
wasn’t even eleven yet. “We still have plenty of time.”
    For some reason, her belly twisted uncomfortably at the
words, at the thought. To distract herself, she asked a casual question about a
book he’d been reading when they got together three months ago.
    They talked for a while, the time slipping by quickly as
they moved from topic to topic. Lynn never got tired of Nathan’s quick mind and
the way his verbal acumen challenged her. Talking to him wasn’t like talking to
anyone else.
    But eventually they fell into a lull in conversation. Her
eyes rested on him, his relaxed body, the way his chest rose and fell with his
even breathing, the lingering interest in his eyes.
    And a repeated question escaped before she could think it
through. “How long has it been since you’ve had a blow job?”
    Nathan gave an almost imperceptible jerk as his eyes flew
over to study her face. He didn’t answer immediately. Then he said, “Years.”
    “I suppose you've had so many in your life that they blur
together,” she quipped, trying to turn the inexplicable question into teasing.
“Weren’t you once considered a player?”
    He gave a breath of laughter, responding to her teasing in
the spirit it was offered. “I vaguely recall something like that. Although I’m
not sure I ever achieved the debauchery that was lauded in the gossip columns when
I was in college.”
    “Do you miss it?” she asked, knowing she was treading on
territory that was too personal, that was beyond their normal level of
interaction.
    He shook his head. He wasn’t looking at her, but she thought
he was speaking the truth. “I couldn’t go back, even if I wanted to. Too much
has changed.”
    He had two teenage daughters. He’d raised them by himself.
That would change a man.
     “What about you?” Nathan asked, looking back to her again.
    “What about me what ?”
    “The last time you gave a blow job?”
    “Oh.” She thought for a moment. “Matt.”
    “So at least four years ago.”
    She