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trailed kisses along her forehead to her jaw. He cupped her cheek and turned her face to him. Her lips had that permanent bee-stung look women paid thousands for. He wanted to taste them the moment he bumped into her at Gentech.
    He stroked her hip in gentle, unhurried motions.  She had the softest skin. Smooth to the touch, but she had hard muscles beneath—the epitome of a contradiction. He snuck his hand under her T-shirt and she rocked her hips against him. With his thumb he teased a circular pattern around her belly button. She clung to his shoulders—drawing him closer.
    He could spend hours touching her, savoring every inch of satin skin, but her breathy moans urged him on. When his hand grazed the underside of her breast, the rest of the blood in his brain migrated south, making his cock like iron steel. He throbbed. She was bliss in his arms.
    He closed his palm over her full breast and she ground against him, riding his thigh, working her moist core against him. With every tilt of her hips, more of her slick juices dampened the fabric of her cotton panties.
    He teased the tip of her full breast to a hardened peak. Dipping his head, he kissed her. He didn't dare to think she would taste like he imagined. But then her lips parted on a sigh and her tongue peeked out to meet his. The answering roar of his boiling blood made him forget to go slow. His head swam with the heady scent of citrus and vanilla, the way her body bowed against his as she rocked with him. How her nipples tightened at his touch and her breasts swelled in his palm. How she tasted like the sweetest honey dew of the summer season.
    Cassie moaned and his whole body jerked. The way she said his name sounded like chocolate lava pouring over ice-cream. She rocked her body against his—lift, retreat, lift, retreat—made his brain fog. All he thought about was the droplet of fluid easing from his erect cock. He craved more. Needed more. His hips jerked of their own volition, desperate to get closer, be inside her and possess her. He needed to be buried so deep inside her neither of them would know where he ended and she began.
    Reluctantly, he released the perfect full globe of her breast and smoothed his palm back down to the edge of her panties, where the elastic met her inner thighs. He wanted to spend years exploring her body. He dotted kisses down her stomach, until his lips joined his questing fingers.
    He kissed along her panty line then paused as if asking for permission. When she shifted her legs to allow him access, he assumed her acquiescence. Seth slipped his hand past the elastic, loving the way she parted her thighs for him. Her hips rose again, bringing her damp panties and slick core closer to his fingers. Sliding his fingers under the fabric, he found her welling center overheating and ready for him.
    He slid his fingers in to the hilt, exploring her slick channel first with one, then two. He varied the pace, smiling as she gripped the sheets and moaned. He imagined his questing finger was his cock, throbbing and aching as it slid inside her velvet home. With each catch of her breath, he traced lazy circles around her clit with his thumb. As gently as he could, he parted her tender flesh, preparing her to take him. Her body yielded as if she were made for him.
    Trailing kisses up her smooth belly, Seth’s sought out her nipple. Through the thin cotton fabric of her T-shirt, he suckled and drew her in deep with his tongue and lips. With the barest hint of teeth, he grazed the turgid tip.
    Her whole body went rigid, and Seth murmured to her, “Just let the orgasm happen. Don't fight it.” Her inner walls quaked and he increased his tempo. Faster, faster, faster. With his fingers buried deep, he angled them to find the hidden bundle of nerves inside her. As he stroked, the quivering in her core increased, until she clenched, grasping his fingers in an attempt to keep him a part of her.
    “Seth!”
    He froze. His body buzzed with