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movements, catching not only the goose bumps there but the way her nipples hardened beneath the cotton of her T-shirt.
    “No one needs to know,” he said quietly. “Just you and me. And it will only be once.”
    Unless…
    The unsaid word hung there.
    “The way I see it, you’re not betraying Dari. If anything, by having sex with me, you’re staying true to him.”
    That made her laugh.
    “Think about it. If it were anyone else but me, well, there might be a real threat there.”
    His words made a twisted kind of sense.
    She felt his hands on her hips.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Let’s just see if this has possibilities…”
    She resisted the urge to let him turn her around at first, then gave in, her heart thudding thickly in her chest. She heard the door close and the room went dark as he shut off the light and switched on the air conditioner.
    She began to turn around to put a stop to this insanity, when she felt his hard arousal pressed against her backside.
    She moaned.
    God, oh God, but that felt so good…
    His fingers tightened on her hips, holding her still.
    She heard the click of her swallow.
    “I think…” she rasped, licking her lips restlessly.
    She fell silent, wondering at the pure need swirling through her and pooling in a deep, dark pool in her womb.
    “You think?”
    His breath against her ear made her shiver.
    “I think this, um, could work…”
    That’s all the impetus either of them needed. He tugged at the bottom of her T-shirt at the same time she did.
    “Take care of yours, I’ll take care of mine,” she told him. “No seduction scene necessary…”
    Keeping her back turned, she quickly stripped out of her clothes, overly aware he was doing the same behind her. She made out the sound of a foil packet being ripped open, smelled the latex and readied her self for…
    Oh!
    He slid his long, thick length between her thighs without preamble. Megan squared her legs and then bent over, bracing her hands against the bed. She began to reach back, but he was already guiding his impressive shaft to slide between her swollen folds, finding her slick and waiting.
    Oh, yes…
    It seemed so very long since she’d known the intimacy of sex. And with him behind her, out of her line of sight, it was easy to forget who he was…and imagine him as Dari instead.
    Her throat tightened.
    Okay, maybe not Dari. Even in this position, he would find a way to kiss her.
    No. Maybe she’d imagine this was a dream. Not unlike what she accomplished during her own solo sessions when she brought herself to climax.
    This was just that. A desperate seeking of physical release.
    He pressed his hand against her lower back, holding her still as he positioned himself against her tight, damp sex…and then breached it, chasing both the air from her lungs, and all thought from her head.
    Oh, sweet Jesus, yes…
    Jason slowly slid in to the hilt, stilling. She shifted on her feet slightly, finding a more satisfying spot, bunching her hands in the bedspread as she bore back against him, taking him deeper yet.
    Then he finally moved, withdrawing, creating sensations even sweeter than before. Until he thrust…then thrust again, grasping her hips to hold her still as he showed her just all she’d been missing, what she’d been craving, and what he could give her now…
    Her hands slid on the bedspread and she pitched forward, completely willing to climb on top of the bed and continue there.
    But Jason appeared to have another thought in mind.
    Withdrawing completely, he backed up, his hands guiding her. He sat down on the desk chair. Megan gladly spread her knees and sat down, reaching between her thighs to guide his hard length back where she wanted to feel it most.
    She slid down slowly, the new position offering a different sensation. She gasped when he was in to the hilt then braced her hands against his knees and leaned forward, rocking her hips forward, then back…
    With the baton firmly in her hand, she took