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“Happy?”
    Michelle met his gaze frankly, searchingly. “I think Icould be. Your interest is definitely flattering. And…and mutual,” she stammered. “But, I have to admit—the strength of our attraction. It’s a little overwhelming.”
    Nick gazed deeply into her eyes. “Sometimes, it’s nice to be overwhelmed.”
    Michelle’s pussy throbbed, and she looked away. How easily he sparked such reactions in her! It was maddening.
    “Would you care for a bite?”
    Michelle turned back, and Nick speared a chunk of lobster and dipped it in melted butter. She nodded and opened her mouth. Nick brought the morsel to her lips. A buttery droplet landed on the upper curve of one breast, exposed by a blouse cut enticingly low. Michelle glanced down, reminded of her fantasy just moments before. She swallowed and looked back up at Nick. “Mmmm. That was good.”
    Nicholas found himself mesmerized by the scintillating droplet quivering just above her neckline, and by the play of light on her smooth mounds as they rose and fell with each breath. If he were to reach out and tug the hem of her top just a fraction of an inch lower, he might see—
    Michelle watched his face, willing him to look at her. He felt her eyes on him and glanced up. Sudden, impish eroticism prompted her to dip her finger into Nick’s drink, then suck the liquid from her French manicure, holding his gaze all the while; surprising herself with her boldness.
    Liquid fire burned in Nick’s loins as the image of Michelle’s moist, full lips sucking at her fingertip imprinted itself on his brain. Michelle leaned forward, allowing her blouse to slip down until it revealed half-crescents of her dark aureoles. Capturing her gaze, Nick reached out and drew his finger through the slippery drop on her breast. Michelle quivered as he outlined the curve of her breast with the gleaming oil, trailing his finger down into her cleavage and up over the other mound. Michelle grasped his wrist, and he thought she was going to stop him. She did, but not the way he had expected. She brought his finger to her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue, then buried it between her lips and sucked greedily.
    Nick’s cock strained against the confines of his tight jeans. Michelle released his hand abruptly as their waiter chose that particular moment to check on them. Nick spoke with the man in quiet tones, then handed him a fifty-dollar bill. The waiter grinned and nodded, then walked away.
    “What did you tell him?” Michelle asked.
    “That we wanted to be left alone for the next half hour,” he said, as he moved his chair around the table, closer to hers. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Are you wearing panties?”
    Michelle’s heart began thudding painfully in her chest, and her pulse raced. She felt as though she might faint. She nodded.
    “Take them off for me?”
    Michelle found herself drowning in erotic need. Glancing nervously about, she reaffirmed that she couldn’t actually see any of the other diners. Their table stood in the darkest corner of the restaurant, surrounded on two sides by walls, on the third by a heavy, ornamental tri-fold partition. A large plant effectively screened the final side, leaving only a narrow opening through which their waiter slipped in and out. Hands trembling, she reached beneath her skirt and wriggled awkwardly out of her underwear, tucking them into the outside pocket of her purse.
    To her astonishment, Nick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. There was nothing between his skin and the jeans, and his naked, swollen erection popped free.
    “Nick!” Michelle looked around again. Nick reached out and motioned for her to stand, then held the back of her full skirt out of the way as he guided her onto his lap, her back to his chest.
    Incredibly aroused but also extremely nervous, Michelle tensed, debating whether to pull away and insist that they leave. But as Nick lowered her, and their flesh met, the