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want, Nick? A striptease?”
    “No.” His hungry gaze swept her head to toe. “I’d rather tear your clothes off myself and fuck you hard and fast against the door, so I can take you slow and easy the second time on the bed. The third time is a toss-up between screwing you in the hot tub or bending you over the chair. But a striptease never crossed my mind.”
    She swallowed hard but she never looked away.
    “Fair is fair, Holly. Now you tell me how you want it.”
    “Like that. Up against the door. My fantasy is you’re so crazed to have me you can’t wait another second.”
    “Not a fantasy, a reality.” Nick’s hands were in her hair and his mouth smashed hers before she took her next breath.
    God, she tasted good. Sweet and hot. As he kissed her he herded her toward the door. He reached for the purse straps dangling from her fingertips. Change jangled and a thud echoed as he carelessly threw her purse by the desk.
    Holly moaned.
    Nick unbuttoned her coat and slid it off her shoulders, tossing it aside. His fingers traced the center of her body down to the bottom of her sweater. “Lift up,” he urged.
    She raised her arms and the woolen tunic crackled with static as he jerked it over her head. Her long-sleeved T-shirt followed.
    He smoothed her flyaway hair and whispered, “There’s some serious electricity between us, isn’t there, darlin’?”
    “Yes, it makes my skin tingle.”
    “And I haven’t gotten started yet.” The velvety swell of her breasts spilling over her plain white bra beckoned for a thorough taste. He nibbled the column of her throat until his chin nestled in her cleavage.
    Her soft plea, “More, don’t stop,” amplified his level of lust. His fingers fumbled for the snap on her jeans and he eased the zipper down.
    Somehow Holly managed to unbutton his shirt and her cool palms stroked his bare chest.
    Nick skimmed his hands up her hips and spine. One quick tug on the hook of her bra and the cups fell away, revealing every marvelous inch of her breasts. “God, you’re perfect,” he said before sucking the pale peach nipple deeply into his mouth.
    “Oh, that’s good.”
    “Mmm,” was his response as he suckled and nipped, using his teeth on the tip and lapping away the sting. Nick lavished attention on those delicious globes until she whimpered. As he kissed his way back up to her delectable mouth, his fingers slid down. His middle finger breached the panty barrier, following the sweet cleft down past her pussy lips, and found the heat and wetness of her arousal.
    A throaty moan rumbled from her mouth.
    “You’re ready for me,” he growled. “Kick off your shoes. Then take off your pants. Fast.” Nick stepped back and peeled off his socks. He watched as Holly shimmied out of the denim.
    She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and paused.
    “Unless you want me to rip them off, those too.”
    Holly honestly looked as if she’d prefer that action, which caused him to make another primitive growl. Her underwear vanished.
    Nick reached in his back pocket for his wallet and removed the lone condom. He tossed his wallet somewhere in the vicinity of the desk and stripped his jeans off. After ripping open the wrapper with his teeth, he rolled the latex down the length of his shaft.
    “Buried balls deep inside you, right now.” Curling his hands around her butt cheeks, he said, “Hang tight,” and lifted her against the door.
    A surprised squeak escaped. Her legs automatically caught his hips and her arms circled his neck.
    He aligned his cock to that sweet, wet hole and gritted his teeth, aching to ride her hard from the start. But when he struggled to get the first couple inches in, he was relieved he’d ignored his baser impulses. Holly was unbelievably tight. He swallowed her mewling noises, working himself inside her little by little, until the gripping heat of her sex surrounded his cock.
    As her body adjusted around him, he began to kiss her slowly,